Beth struggled with the thought all week. People in the office said that she seemed ‘chirpy’ these days. She hadn’t noticed that but realized that it was true. The day came and she was a furor of emotions. She did her work through the day and dealt with all their people but was fluttering in side. Finally, his time came. She met him at the door; she had taken the time first of all to remove her camisole and bra. The camisole was necessary today, since the blouse was so thin and transparent. It allowed a lacy bra to be seen clearly beneath the camisole but that was merely a fashion statement. Now, with the cam
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isole and the lacy bra off, she was downright sexual.
She smiled at him. As she backed away from the door and went toward the room where they worked together. He was frowning.
“Why? What’s wrong, James?” she cried almost in a panic. “Don’t I look nice for you?”
“Nice, yes, Beth but what were my instructions?”
‘Instructions,’ the very word almost overcame her. She was really in this area of sex and submission that had so long been a dark but sweet fantasy. It made her breathing hard and made the crotch of her yellow panties wet. “Oh, I’m so sorry, James,” she hesitated to say. “I know you ordered me to have no blouse and no bra on; but I thought . . .”
He interrupted her with a bit of cruelty in his voice. Just the tone increased Beth’s sexual panic for the moment. She discovered that she loved the almost terror of it. He was really asserting himself toward her. “You don’t think, Beth; you don’t think, woman,” she whispered with his face directly in front of hers. “You do what you’re told. Isn’t that right.”
Beth was in a full blown panic by now; she was sure that he was going to leave right then. Her hands flew to the buttons on her blouse. She felt clumsy, not elegant at all, certainly not the way she wanted to feel, stripping for him. But the blouse was then unbuttoned and she shrugged it off of her shoulders. She was naked from the waist up for him. She had a hopeful smile on her face.
“That’s my babe,” he cooed to her, as his hands snaked out and caressed her naked tits. “Nice, momma,” he continued to coo to her. “Nice what?” he then inquired.
She loved the words, the almost dirty words; she loved having them said to her and saying them herself: “Nice tits, James? Are they nice, my tits?”
“Perfect,” he said, “That’s what they are.” Then he pinched her nipples; he pinched them hard. He legs quivered; she began to breath hard, and put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. “You like that, momma? Huh? You like that, Bethy? Do you?”
“Oh, I like that; the pressure . . .oh, I mean the pain; it . . .it just feels so hot.”
James laughed and looked at her in her ecstasy: “Study now, Beth; study.”
They worked on the grammar section of their lessons, and, as in the past, he worked hard. She was pleased. She was sexually thrilled by sitting there with him with her tits out, naked to the waist. He took time periodically to reach out and stroke a tit or pull at a nipple. She made a comment each time he did it; it was her form of encouragement. All too soon they were through. This time she walked him, bare breasted, to the door. He was about to leave but turned to her first. James gathered Beth and kissed her. She was ready for it by now. She waded into the kiss with everything: lips, tongue, teeth, spit! Everything! She sucked on his tongue as though it were a cock. He laughed. You do that like you know what you’re doing.”
Beth blushed. It was a message that she hoped he’d get from her kiss. Just before leaving he whispered in her ear: “What color panties are you wearing, Beth?”
“Ohhhh,” she breathed, as he pushed their interactions to a new level. “They’re yellow, nylon, bikinis, sir!” The ‘sir’ simply tumbled out of her. “They’re see through,” she whispered.
“Hmmm,” James said. “Sexy, bad girl!” Then he grinned at her. She knew something was coming: “Next week, my slutty Beth, . . .” The new name ripped through her and Beth almost came then and there. “Next week,” he continued, “No skirt; you hear?” “Yes, I hear,” Beth said eagerly. “Next week no skirt.”
“You meet me in panties and bra but no skirt; we’ll go from there.”
“Yes,” she said, “ I’ll meet you in panties and bra and we’ll go from there.” He left. She almost scurried to her office, after gathering her blouse and camisole, and played with herself. She knew it would be a long week.
(This is totally a work of fiction. If you wish to see more, let me know: mattwatt43@gmail.com.)
Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Desires Chapter Twelve – The Feast
Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author.
Story Codes: mf, magic, spank, unif, voy
It was October 30th, and the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students were going to arrive later in the afternoon for a feast and the introduction into the Triwizard Tournament. Fred and George Weasley had been very careful not to use the Spell
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book of Desires too much since they had re-acquired it from Draco Malfoy. In fact, they hadn’t used it on another person at all, mainly because some of the teachers, including Professor Dumbledore, were becoming suspicious. The several sexual related cautions and sightings had increased dramatically since the start of the school year, and as the Triwizard Cup approached, they had become vigilant in finding the root of the source. Professor Dumbledore had, after fucking Hermione Granger, decided to tell the teachers to be on the lookout for a book containing explicit and dangerous sexual spells. He of course made no mention of his erotic experience with Hermione, who was obviously under the influence of a powerful sexual spell. It is under these circumstances that Fred and George Weasley had taken extra precautions; precautions which would take the focus off of them, while seriously increasing their pocket gold. Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes were about to become a lot more popular in the weeks to come, and Fred and George were sure that their business would be booming like never before.
‘Almost ready there Fred’ George asked his brother, who was stirring the last of some volatile materials into his cauldron. Fred and George had the Spellbook of Desires open and were mixing together some of the more interesting potions. They were going to mix the finished sex potions into their candy mixtures; tainting them and making them an extremely attractive product. This way, they’d be able to use the Spellbook of Desires whenever they wanted and sell sexually tainted candies to make gold, all while diverting any extra attention away from themselves. At the moment, they were in need of some willing female trial subjects for some of their more complex candies, but because some of the potions they would be selling were actually straight from the book, just re-packaged, they were ready to be sold.
‘This batch is ready to go George’ Fred responded, pouring the liquid from the cauldron into several small vials labeled, “Hot Sauce”, right on the cap of the bottle. On each bottle was a blank label wrapped around the middle; if Fred and George were going to draw attention away from themselves, they wouldn’t be able to leave any kind of description that any teacher could see. They therefore enchanted the blank label with the ‘Aperecium’ spell that kept the label blank until a special word was said. Just like the Marauders Map, all the buyer had to do was tap the label and say the magic words; which in this case was ‘Draco Malfoy is a prat’. As an added protection, they were going to force every customer to sign a special contract; one which would jinx the customer if they ever revealed who had sold them the product. If they did reveal the Weasley twins as the producers if caught, the word “HOMO” would be permanently written across their forehead in pimples.
‘Make sure the Aperecium spell is working before we start selling them George’ Fred said to his brother, pouring the last of the potion he had brewed into another small vial.
‘Draco Malfoy is a prat’ said George, tapping one of the bottles and revealing the potions description.
The description read:
Hot Sauce is the first brilliant concoction of our new line of sexually potent products. Sneak the contents of one of these vials into the object of your desire’s pumpkin juice or beverage, and she’ll be getting hot under the collar in no time at all. It will start off as a fever, forcing the drinker to remove their clothes in a matter of minutes to cool off. After another ten minutes, the only thing they want is a nice helping of soothing cum. In fact, the drinker will remain sexually charged and horny until they get a healthy serving of someone’s special sauce, so make sure you’re around to satisfy the drinker’s needs.
‘Works just fine brother’ said George, after looking over the label once to make sure everything was spelled right. For safety purposes, Fred and George had made sure the label would only remain visible for five minutes before becoming invisible again. With that, the twins left their room with a single vial of their very first Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes product. It didn’t take long for the twins to find their first customer either; Ron had just walked through the school portrait, in a hurry to get changed and ready for the arrival of the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students. They had only one vial to sell because they wanted to make sure it didn’t kill anyone with and their very first attempt. Ron seemed like the best possible choice for testing the potentially dangerous potion.
‘Hey Ron!’ shouted Fred, just as Ron ran past him.
‘What?’ Ron said, irritated that he was being stopped. Ron was in a hurry; the delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were going to arriving at Hogwarts at any moment and he was going to miss it for anything.
‘How about testing out one of our newest products’ George replied, handing the bottle over to Ron.
‘Hot Sauce?’ asked Ron quizzically looking at the cap, not sure what Fred and George were up to. ‘What does it do and how much does it cost?’ he asked, now interested, turning the bottle around, looking at the blank label.
‘First sign here, stating that you won’t tell anyone who made the potion… If you do, the word HOMO will be permanently written across your forehead in pimples’ George said, making Ron sign a waiver in the process. ‘Just tap that label and say Draco Malfoy is a prat, and all your questions will be answered for free’ finished Fred, smiling with George, as they left Ron looking at the bottle and made their way outside to see the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang delegations arrive. They’d ask Ron who he used it on and how it worked out after the feast, later that night. They knew for sure that after reading the bottle’s label, he’d be using it as soon as he could. If it worked and Ron didn’t kill some random girl, they’d be selling the bottles to anyone who wanted them. If it didn’t work, Ron would be the one getting into trouble and they’d be off the hook. If Ron did tell anyone about who had made the potion, he’d have the word HOMO written across his face in pimples and that would surely be a decent trade for potentially being expelled from Hogwarts.
‘Draco Malfoy is a prat’ Ron said, tapping the blank label in the process. ‘Holy shit!’ he exclaimed moments later, after reading the description thoroughly. Ron’s mind raced with what he could do with such a potion. He also recognized the nature of the potion, which instantly reminded him of the Spellbook of Desires. Ron would have been more inquisitive, possibly even going up to their room and looking for the book, but because he didn’t want to miss the arrival of the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students, he didn’t have anytime to sneak around. Ron put the bottle of Hot Sauce in his pocket and ran down outside, joining the rest of the Hogwarts students, who were already eagerly waiting.
‘Where have you been?’ asked Hermione, noticing Ron had a big smile on his face. Unbeknownst to Hermione, Ron had every intention of slipping his bottle of Hot Sauce into Hermione’s beverage as soon as he could. Ron knew that he’d finally get his opportunity to bed Hermione. ‘What are you smiling at Ron?’ Hermione asked, as Ron was deep in thought.
‘Nothing’ Ron responded still in reverie. Just as Ron started to fantasize about bending Hermione over and slamming his cock into her sweet teenage pussy, the Beauxbatons flying carriage arrived, followed shortly after by the Durmstrang submersible ship. Students from both schools made their way up the grounds to Hogwarts and its students. Harry, Ron and Hermione could tell immediately that every single student from Durmstrang was male, while almost every student from Beauxbatons was female.
‘Holy fuck!’ swore Ron and Harry together, as the Beauxbatons students came into view. The female students were nearly all perfect tens, and were all wearing sexy silk clothing. They had no cloaks; only very thin light blue silk tops and short light blue silk skirts.
‘Those are fucking short!’ Ron sighed, staring at a particularly beautiful set of long legs belonging to the most attractive Beauxbatons student by far. The students’ giantess headmistress said a few words to Dumbledore, before motioning for her freezing students to enter the Hogwarts castle and wait for the Durmstrang and Hogwarts students to join them. As they passed, Ron and Harry got a particularly amazing but fleeting view of the female Beauxbatons students’ back ends. They could just make out the bottom of their ass, and if they weren’t mistaken, each and every one of the female Beauxbatons students was wearing a thong underneath their incredibly short skirts.
‘A lot more liberal in France, aren’t they?’ Ron said smiling and still staring at the girls’ asses. Ron and Harry felt their respective cocks twinge and harden at the sight of the beautiful Beauxbatons girls.
‘HELLO!’ Hermione cried, obstructing Ron and Harry’s view and snapping them out of their gaze. Hermione was disgusted, offended, and envious of Ron and Harry’s gaze, as they snapped out of it and began to blush. Hermione may have been disgusted by Ron and Harry’s obvious and lustful gazes, but she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Ron on the other hand, had a tough decision to make; he could either use the Hot Sauce on Hermione or the beautiful Beauxbatons girl he had just seen.
After a cold look from Hermione; Harry and Ron watched the Durmstrang students walk up the Hogwarts grounds, and to their shock, Victor Krum was with them. Giggling, gawking and gaggling ensured for a few minutes, but after that, everybody went inside to enjoy the feast.
‘Who is that?’ Ron asked Harry, as they passed the Beauxbatons students and the beautiful long-legged girl.
‘I don’t know, but she kinda looks like one of those Veela we saw at the Quidditch World Cup’ replied Harry, staring at her long beautiful legs.
‘Her name is Fleur or something’ Hermione responded frostily, waving her hand if front of Ron’s eyes and stomping away is anger.
Ron had hoped that the Beauxbatons girls would sit at their table, but after they took a seat at the Ravenclaw table, he became worried that he wouldn’t get his opportunity to slip his vial of potion in one of their drinks. The feast began, and just before Ron started to give up on using his Hot Sauce on Fleur; the gorgeous Beauxbatons girl started walking over to where he was sitting. She was stopping every few paces and asking every Gryffindor student for an extra helping of bouillabaisse; apparently, she really wanted some more. Ron had a great idea; he quickly emptied almost all of the bouillabaisse onto his plate before stealthily pouring his Hot Sauce into what was left of the bouillabaisse. This way, there was only one serving tainted with the Hot Sauce, and because Fleur was so intent on eating more, she would definitely be the one consuming it.
‘Excuse me, are you needing ze bouillabaisse?’ Fleur asked Ron and Harry, bending over in the process and giving them a perfect view of her cleavage.
‘Yeah… You can have what’s left!’ replied Ron, getting hard at the thought of what he’d be doing to her shortly. Fleur took the bowl from Ron, said thank you, and went back to the Ravenclaw table. Ron watched intently as Fleur poured the tainted bouillabaisse onto her plate and quickly devoured it.
‘I think I need to use the restroom’ announced Ron, realizing that Fleur would soon be overcome with a fever and eventually the need to remove all her clothes. She would surely leave the crowded Great Hall before the fever progressed and she started tearing off her clothes. The Hot Sauce would only start taking real effect after a few minutes, and if Ron was correct in his thinking, Fleur would be leaving for the girls’ lavatories soon. Ron walked quickly out of the Great Hall, making his way to the nearest girls’ restroom, hiding in one of the stalls, waiting patiently for Fleur.
‘Ohh my!’ groaned Fleur back in the Great Hall; the potion had hit her like a ton of bricks. She immediately felt hot under the collar, and with her fever rising, she quickly left the Great Hall, needing to splash water over her as soon as possible. After leaving the hall, she quickly found the nearest girls’ restroom. She entered it and ran to the nearest sink, where she splashed cold water against her face. The cool water did little to satisfy the burning hot sensation now running through her body.
‘Here it comes!’ Ron whispered to himself, peeping through the crack of a stall door and rubbing his shaft in the process. Ron had pulled his pants down to his ankles and in anticipation of getting some sweet teenage French pussy, he had began warming himself up. Ron was exactly right in his thinking; Fleur unable to stand the heat coursing through her body, tore off her silk top, quickly followed by her silk skirt. Ron nearly blew his load at the sight of Fleur’s gorgeous breasts. He could just make them out in the reflection of the mirror, and if he was seeing them right; she had the best tits he had ever seen. They were perfectly sized; developed, but not too big, with small rosy pink erect nipples capping each of them off. Her ass was just as perfect; Ron’s cock gave another twinge as he got a nice long look at her ass, perfectly framed in a small blue silk thong.
‘Mmmmmmm!’ moaned Fleur, rubbing her clit through her panties and staring at herself through the mirror. All of a sudden, her eyes caught a glimpse of Ron through one of the cracks in the stall door. ‘Who iz zat!’ groaned Fleur, still rubbing her pussy furiously, and walking over to the stall in question. She threw the door open, revealing a terrified Ron, whose hand was still pumping his six inch shaft at a torrid pace. He opened his mouth in horror, trying furiously to think of a way out of his embarrassing situation. ‘Just what I need!’ mumbled Fleur, getting on her knees and taking hold of Ron’s hard cock. Ron let go of his shaft as he felt Fleur’s petite fingers begin to move up and down it. Apparently the Hot Sauce had hit its final stage; forcing Fleur to seek the closest source of cum to sooth her aching burn.
‘Ohhh Fuck!’ groaned Ron, as Fleur quickly placed her lips on the tip of his cock and began bobbing her head up and down, engulfing most of it with passion. Fleur had only one thing on her mind by this point; she needed to get Ron’s hot cream or she’d burn up. Fleur used her hands to speed the process along as well, rubbing his shaft and squeezing his balls to Ron’s obvious delight.
‘Fuck me!’ Fleur moaned, pulling her hot mouth off of Ron’s cock after five minutes and turning around. She stayed on her knees, lifted her ass up, put her face to the ground and began wiggling her ass in anticipation. She pulled her blue silk thong to the side, exposing a very tight and tantalizing pussy to Ron, while still wiggling her ass. Ron stood there, so happy about his good fortune, he couldn’t move an inch.
‘SMACK! SMACK!’ Ron snapped out of his paralysis. Fleur was still wiggling her ass, but now had started smacking it for Ron to hurry up. Ron got onto his knees, grabbed his cock and guided his shaft towards Fleur’s sopping wet pussy. There was little resistance as he guided his shaft into her; she was so wet and ready, Ron slid into her with ease.
‘Mmmmmmmm!’ moaned Fleur, obviously enjoying Ron’s slow and deep penetration. Ron, sensing Fleur’s enjoyment, began to pick up his pace, using his hands to grab her waist and slam his hips into her faster and faster. Ron could feel Fleur’s pussy clenching his shaft every time he plunged into her. The constant stimulation eventually forced Fleur over the edge after ten minutes, causing her pussy to spasm, clutch Ron’s cock and explode all over his shaft.
‘Ahhhhhhh! C’est Bon!’ moaned Fleur, going through her orgasm, but still in need of a healthy and soothing serving of Ron’s hot cum. She was in luck, as Ron bucked his hips into her with increasing speed, signaling a nearing end.
‘I’m fixing to cum Fleur’ Ron groaned, primed and ready to blow. Fleur took her head off the bathroom floor and looked back at Ron, getting ready to accept a massive helping of his cream. Just before Ron exploded though; Fleur used her hand to push Ron back, before turning around and preparing herself to receive a face-full of his hot cum. There was no way she was going to let some random boy cum inside her; she may have been horny as hell, but that didn’t mean she had to get pregnant in the process. Fleur smiled up at Ron and gave the tip of his cock a quick flick with her tongue, pushing Ron over the edge in the process.
‘UNGHHHHHH!’ grunted Ron, sending stream after stream of his hot sticky cum onto Fleur’s tongue and face. Fleur opened her mouth and caught a few loads before Ron pasted the rest of her face with his sticky cream. With a final shudder and spasm, Ron fired off his last load, hitting Fleur in the right eye and collapsing backwards on his ass, exhausted from the ordeal.
‘Mmmmmmm! Zat iz so much better!’ moaned Fleur, licking her lips and cleaning off her face by scooping Ron’s cum off with her fingers and licking them clean. After finishing up, Fleur stood up and pulled off her blue silk thong, tossing it at the near unconscious Ron. Her thong hit Ron in the face, giving him a whiff of her pussy in the process. Fleur was a little surprised at what and who she had just done, but she didn’t regret it in the least before putting on her short skirt and top and leaving Ron on the girls’ bathroom floor. She had given him her thong as a memento of his conquest; she knew he’d never forget fucking her.
‘I gotta thank Fred and George!’ sighed a satisfied Ron, before pulling his pants back up and rejoining the feast, which had progressed to the desserts stage. Ron sat down and looked back over at Fleur, who was tucking in and eating some pudding. She looked over at Ron and gave him a quick wink.
‘What took you so long Ron?’ Hermione asked, snapping Ron back to reality.
‘Nothing… What?’ replied a confused Ron, looking down at some of the desserts in front of him. Hermione just shrugged him off and began eating her own dessert.
‘Yah… What took you so long?’ Harry whispered to Ron, elbowing him in the gut. Harry had obviously put the pieces together after both Fleur and Ron left the feast in a hurry. Harry knew that what had just happened, had something to do with his Spellbook of Desires, and he was determined to find out who had stolen it and where to find the book.
‘I’ll tell you later’ replied Ron, smiling and looking back over at Fleur in the process. After the feast, the introductions of the students, schools, and judges were made, followed by the presentation of the Triwizard Cup. Following some explanations about rules and procedures, all the students left for their sleeping quarters to prepare for an interesting Halloween the next day.
(Everything written here should not be taken seriously... seriously)
Bear in mind, I felt like letting off some steam so I typed up some random thoughts. That gave me an idea! See... I found it fun, typing up the stuff that just pops into my head. I decided to write an erotic-version of it!
In other words, this story is not really a story, but rather the mindless ramblings of a talentless hack. I'm too lazy to see if this had already been done, so chances are... this is an unoriginal erotica. It's erotica as long as I mentioned this... right? Er... >_>
A hot girl wearing a red tank-top and a brown mini-skirt was standing in a phone booth. Her brown hair cascaded down her ample breasts as she breathed heavily into the recei
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ver. She wore five inch heels, which she was not used to at all. Her grassy green eyes flickered from side to side as she watched people pass her by. Sweat was pouring down her soft and supple skin as she waited in anticipation for her next orders.
"Get undressed."
The girl's heart stopped at those two words. Get undressed while in public? She paused for a second, then replied, "yes, master."
She looked around her and noticed that there were still people passing by. She gulped, then took three deep breaths. She began by kicking off her heels as quickly as possible.
She paused again.
One pair of eyes were on her.
She took off her tank top.
Three pairs of eyes were on her.
As she breathed heavily and deeply into the reciever, she dropped her tanktop onto the pavement below her. She cupped her left breast and felt her heart just trying to hammer right through. The red-head knew it was useless and against her master's wishes to cover herself. She dropped her left hand and exposed her breasts.
Ten pairs of eyes were on her.
She shivered a bit for she could feel more eyes were upon her bare skin. She kept her head down and looked towards the ground. She unbuttoned her mini-skirt and watched as it pooled around her feet. She stepped out of them and used her right foot to slide it off to the side.
Twenty pairs of eyes were on her.
Now all that was left was her panties. She shuddered as a cold chill ran down her spine. A visible wet spot was on the crotch of her cotton panties. She touched it with her middle finger and smiled. She knew that she would enjoy this act of exhibition. She looked up and stared into the eyes of her audience.
Fifty pairs of eyes were on her.
She slipped out of her panties and smiled for the crowd as she exposed herself to the world.
"Are you undressed?" The voice again.
"Yes, Master. I'm now naked and willing to please you in any way," the nude girl replied.
"Good. Now lie down on your bed."
"Um... Master? I'm not in my room. I'm calling from a payphone."
"Wha... what?"
"I'm calling from a payphone. I'm nude and in public right now."
"What the..."
Let's end the story right here so that I can do what I've originally set out to do! Randomness onwards! E = MC Hammer should wear his parachute pants in public again! Stars are actually suns that are far away. Wait... was it the other way around? Two naked girls in college are in the shower making out. A girl with green haired screamed as Elmo fucked her with a bible. No... not that Elmo! I'm talking about the one from Sesame Street. Green eggs and ham is the secret to making an up-tight girl orgasm multiple times!
Why should the cucumber get all the glory as a sex-toy? An egg-plant cries as it was betrayed by its owner, a blonde beauty, who chose the cucumber for anal masturbation. A dog runs around in the yard, barking about how taxes should be reduced and how he has a bigger penis than the average human male. A librarian made out with a hermaphrodite in the children's section. Later that night, a cat-burgler broke into the library and later revealed that she was an asian beauty with a 24/7 sex-drive. Snoopy joined in later and the four of them had an orgy... of sorts.
Right... now would be a good time for another random erotic story about two girls making love in the shower room! Er... maybe not the shower room. Instead, let's make it the wine celler of a local steakhouse.
"Oh... Mindy... I think... I think I'm..."
"Shh... I know. There's no need for words," Mindy replied as she pressed her lips against Cindy's. They were both blondes with blue eyes and large breasts. They were very similar in appearance to the point that they were often mistaken for sisters. They continued swirling their tongues against each other as they slowly undressed themselves.
Within seconds, they were both naked and lying down on the floor of the wine celler. Their clothes were everything for they were in a hurry to see each other in all their glory. A bra hung down from the neck of one of the wine bottles. Both panties were ripped off and probably could not be worn again.
"Oh... Cindy... you have such nice breasts!" Mindy exclaimed as she sucked on Cindy's left nipple with the lust of a river nymph. Cindy simply moaned with pleasure she felt the other girl swirl her tongue around the areola. Mindy continued her dominance over her lover by gropping the breasts with more force. As she turned her tongue's attention on then neck, her left hand slipped down to the pussy.
"Oh... my... god..." Cindy gasped as she felt fingers penetrate her lower lips. She rocked her hips as she felt her lover probe her most intimate orifice.
"Oh my... already wet," Mindy lifted her left hand to reveal the sticky substance on her fingers. She licked her fingers twice, then stuck them into Cindy's mouth. Cindy gladly accepted the fingers and sucked off her own juices. Mindy's eyes gleamed with lust as she lowered her head and said, "time to kick things up a notch."
"Wha... oh! Mindy... that's... my... you're licking it," Cindy gasped out between breathes as she felt Mindy's pink organ explore her folds. She shuddered with pleasure once she felt the tongue against her clit. She shivered and writhed on the floor as Mindy continued her primal assault.
"Don't hold back, just let go," Mindy smirked as she continued sucking and licking Cindy's clitoris. She held onto her lover's hips with both hands and rubbed her aching pussy against the floor at the same time. The wooden floor was stained with the pussy juice of both girls.
"I'M COOOOMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!" Cindy screamed as she felt herself climax. Her pussy squeezed and every muscle in her body tightened. Wave after wave of orgasm hit her as Mindy continued licking instead of stopping.
Why must some authors insist that their characters scream phrases like that when they're coming? Ritalin is your friend! It lets you have three times as much sex, you know! You know what I want to know? Did the exhibitionist girl in the phone booth have red hair or brown hair? I, for one, do not remember at all! Maybe it was one side red and one side brown. Maybe it was brown with red streaks... or the other way around!
Three girls in a tub starting licking each other's pussies. A cat joined in three minutes later, then went away as soon as it remember it hated water. A hot girl looked so intimidating that five guys decided to hit on her at once. They all became her sex-slaves the very next day. Should a teacher be allowed to date a student? They seem to get along pretty well when they have sex in the empty classroom. God must be a comedian and Satan a critic. Was it the other way around? Nah... God must be the comedian. The proof is in the cheerios!
Light bulb!
What I need right now is a new character. A new character to represent the what's left of my sanity. That way, no matter how out of whack my brain becomes, I'll always have just a bit of sanity left.
"So now I'm a beaver... what the fuck?" The newly created beaver grumbled. He slapped his tail against the floor to test out his new body. "Why the hell would you make me a beaver?"
Why not? It's fun! Now let's talk about names. How about Beaver Boy?
"Screw you," Beaver Boy replied angrily.
Frank?
"Go to hell," Frank growled as he glared at me with killer eyes.
Gordo?
"Just do the world a favour and kill yourself!" Gordo shouted as he flipped me off.
Fine... how about Chippy?
"Damn you and your abuse of your name-changing ability!" Chippy turned his back towards me and crossed his arms.
Zeed it is, then!
"Meh..." Zeed waved a hand and continued facing his back towards me.
Erotica onwards!
"Oh... Mindy..." Cindy continued moaning with pleasure as wine was poured over her breasts. The purple alcohol streamed down along her nipples and towards her naval. She rubbed the sticky liquid all over herself as she moaned with ecstasy. Her right hand reached down to fondle her womanhood, mixing up her own juices with the wine.
"Here comes the best part," Mindy grinned mischeviously as she took out a bottle of champagne. She used one hand to shake the bottle as much as she could while she used the other hand to push against Cindy's side. "Roll over, girl. This one's going in your ass."
Cindy's eyes widened at those words as she rolled over for her lover. She tucked her knees in and pushed out her ass for Mindy. She heard the sound of uncorking of the champagne bottle. Half a second later, the champagne was rushing along her anal passage and into her bowels. The feeling was incredible!
Did you enjoy that, Zeed?
"How can I went you forgot to give me any genitilia whatsoever? I'm not even sure if I'm a guy or a girl!" Zeed complained.
Well... that's just too fucking bad, Zeed.
Hopefully, you'll never see a part two come out any time soon if ever! If it does come out... it'll probably have something like this:
"Oh... Rush! Oh..." A significantly older Roll (afterall, don't want any underage girls in here :p) moaned with pleasure as she laid her back against the wall and allowed the robotic dog to lick her exposed artificial pussy. She rocked her hips and bit her lower lip as she felt an orgasm approach.
This story contains extreme no limits sex, young guys having sex and other offensive things so if your not into it don't read it!! And do not try any of this at home!! It could cause extreme injury!!
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The next time I saw Mike was after his legs had been set and casted an he had been taken up to his hospital room. When I walked in the room all I could see was two huge full leg cast. Both hanging in slings above the bed. The cast on his right leg was bent and the left leg was straight. All I could do was stand at the foot of the bed and look at his beautiful legs.
I leaned over and smelled his toes. The smelled so
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hot like a damp locker room. After I walked up to the side of the bed I rubbed Mikes arm and he started to wake-up. When he looked up at me he looked so cute. The first words out of his mouth were “Don’t these cast look greatâ€Â. All I could say is I love you and I bent over and kissed him shoving my tougne in his mouth. I ask if he was in any pain and he said “a little but not much†due to all the drugs. Mike then told me the doc would be in to see him in a few. Just then his doctor walked in and oh my god he was HOT. He looked to be 5’11†built like a soccer player and about 27 years old. And he had the sexist blue eyes I had ever seen. I shook the doctors hand and told him I was Mikes friend Dustin. He said hi and that he was Dr. Drew Williams but to call him Drew. He then went over to Mike and looked over the cast and asked how he was feeling. Mike told Drew he felt fine just a little pain. He then ask Mike “so what really happened†I know you did not fall off a roof will breaks this bad. Mike just looked over at me like we had just been busted. Drew then said he could tell the truth and he would not tell anyone.
Well we did not say a word for a few minutes. Then Mike told him the whole story. Drew then told use both that we came really close to doing permanent damage. And that Mike will even at this point spend the next 5-6 months in a wheelchair. The next thing Drew told us shocked us both. He said next time we planed to break a bone come to him and it would be done safely. He then told use to have fun and he thought Mike would only be in the hospital three days. Then he left locking the door behind him.
Mike then said “fuck I thought we were bustedâ€Â. I said “I did too babeâ€Â. So you feeling OK? Mike said well I am a little horny. I told him he was reading my mind. I pulled back his hospital gown and saw his hard cock next to his long cast it looked so hot. I moved to the foot of the bed and crawled between his leg so I could better suck his dick. I started by sucking his foreskin then licking his big balls. After working on his cock I moved to his hole and started rimming his ass. Mike was moving back in the bed to make it easy to eat him. That when I heard two loud BOOM’S.
Both of Mike cast had fallen out of the slings and had slammed in to the foot of the bed. I looked up at Mikes face and it looked worse than when I broke them. He grabbed the blanket and was biteing on it to keep from screaming. I had no idea what to do when Mike blurted out fuck me. He had to say no more I grabbed his cast and flipped him on his stomach. When I grabbed his cast I was sure he was going to pass out and I was sure I had un-set the breaks the Doc just set. I pulled down my shorts and shoved my 10†bare cock in his ass using just the spit from rimming him as lube. Every time I would pump deeper in him I would kick his cast just to hear him scream into the pillow. After 10 minutes of me pounding his hole I dumped a huge load in him. After I pulled out you could see my load leaking out of him. I got out of the bed and ask how he felt and he said he felt great. I ask if his legs were OK and he said I don’t matter. As long as the look hot in the cast. I told him I have never seen anything hotter.
I told him I would be right back I was going to find some towels to clean his ass up. Mike told me OK. As I left his room I walked half way down the hall when I seen his Doctor walk in the room……..
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Tyrone- He is a very hot black American 18 year old basketball player. He has a six pack of abs and his feet are 13" inches long. His cock is 12 1/2" inches long and 2" inches wide. He has green eyes and a black hair in a afro style. He is the most popular guy in school and is extremely popular with the ladys. Currently his girlfriend is Veronia who is also very hot herself. Tyrone's favorite past time is sex. He also has shaved off all his chest hair. His best friend is Brad.
Brad- He is a very hot white American 18 years old basketball player. He has a eight pack of abs and his feet are 12 1/2" inches long. His cock is 11 2/3" inches long and 2" inches wide. He has
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blue eyes and has brown hair in a mushroom like hair style. He is the second most popular guy in school and is extremely popular with the ladys. Currently his girlfriend is Tina and she is very hot herself. Brad's favorite past time is sex. He is also shaved all of his chest. His best friend is Tyrone.
             It has been four and a half months since Tyrone's tongue did its last stunt in the last story. It was the only time Tyrone's tongue ever did anything like that it pissed Tyrone off. However he didn't say anything about it to anybody because they would think he was crazy he told nobody at all not even Veronica or Brad. Brad and Tyrone had been best friends for years and were on the same basketball team. That team was their high school basketball team.. Well now four and a half months after the tongue came out Tyrone is finally begining to forget about it. Guy friends always play jokes on their friends to bug them and joke around Brad and Tyrone did the same.
           So in the morning of four and a half months since Tyrone's tongue came out is where the story begins. tyrone had played a big joke on Brad a week ago. So Brad decided it was time to get back. Brad had got artificial worm flavoring liquid and put it in Tyrone's hamburger when Tyrone went to get a drink. All of the popular guys at the table had to hold back their laughter having seen what brad had done. They had to hold back their laughter so Tyrone when he sat back down would not suspect a joke. About a minute after Brad had put the liquid in Tyrone's hamburger Tyrone sat back down and took a bite out of his hamburger. He immediately tasted the taste of a type of worm like flavor and got up from the table and spit out the bite of the hamburger he took. Everybody at the table especially Brad was laughing.
                 Then Tyrone said what the fuck you do Brad. Brad said got you back for that joke you played on me about two weeks ago. Then Tyrone said oh ok I see how it is i'll get you back and then Tyrone tried to wash the taste out of his mouth. Then he said well I got to admit dude you got me back. Then Tyrone finished his lunch not the hamburger of course and had lots of fun the rest of the day. Then after school was out Tyrone went home to his apartment and rinsed his mouth out. then he called Veronica to see if she was going to come over for some hot sex. She said im sorry baby I can't tonight im working to 3:00 A.M in the morning but tomorrow I can come over baby and we can fuck all night. Then Tyrone still disappointed said alright baby i'll let you get back to work now love you girl. Then Veronica said you to baby.ÂÂ
               When it turned 10:00 P.M Tyrone was tired and decided to go to bed. He took off his socks and pants and his shirt only leaving his black boxers on. Then he went to bed and fell asleep. About 34 minutes after he fell asleep his tongue started moving in his mouth and then his tongue started licking around his lips. Then Tyrone's tongue came completely out of his mouth and jumped on his chest. It was completely not attached to his mouth at all just like the first time it came out. bleeding or anything just like the first time.  Tyrone was still asleep when the tongue jumped out of his mouth. The tongue was angry at Brad for making him have to taste that artificial worm flavor and the tongue wanted pay back. The tongue jumped its way into Tyrone's closet and got the 8 pairs of handcuffs Tyrone had in their. He used four pairs of the handcuffs to handcuff Tyrone's hands and feet to the bed. The tongue did this so that Tyrone couldn't get up and try to find him before he did what he was going to do. Then Tyrone's tongue took one of the socks Tyrone had took off and quietly and softly put it into his mouth so that he could not scream and get one of his neighbors to help him.
             Then Tyrone's tongue jumped his way to Brad's house. Brad had his own house and did not live with his parents but his girlfriend lived with him. However Brad's girlfriend was on a vacation for 3 days and was not home. Brad's house was 5 miles away from Tyrone's apartment but the tongue wanted revenge. When he got to Brad's house the tongue looked around the house and found a way inside he could have jumped up and opened the front door. It didn't because the front door was most likely locked and it would have made too much noise to open the front door it may have squeeked. The tongue however found a half open window more then enough room for the tongue to get inside the house. So the tongue went inside the house and shut and locked the windows and the rest of the doors leading outside.ÂÂ
            The tongue was very tired having carried four pairs of handcuffs all the way to brad's house. The tongue now was also very dirty. The way the tongue knew the way to Brad's house is because Brad and Tyrone and their girlfriends had come over to watch horror movies their before. After the outside doors were locked and the windows too Tyrone's tongue went into a bathroom sink a quietly washed itself and then it dried its self. Then it quietly went into brads room and hand cuffed brad the same way it did Tyrone. Brad was sleeping already and slept threw the whole thing of the tongue handcuffing him. Brad was not wearing any socks or pants or a shirt. Brad was only wearing some white boxers. Brad was very sexy. The tongue once it was done handcuffing Brad layed on his smooth hairless chest. At this point it was 2:00 A.M in the morning.
                   As soon as Tyrone's tongue layed on Brad's chest it then jumped on his face and started licking him lot to wake him up which it did. As soon as it did woke brad up it jumped back on Brad's chest. then brad opned his eyes and screamed and then said what the fuck. The the tongue said well well Brad how do you like having a joke played on you bitch. Then Brad said what the hell are you talking about. Then the tongue said the one you played on Tyrone yesterday its not so fun having to taste artificial worm flavor bitch. Then the tongue said Tyrone is handcuffed to his bed and his mouth covered so he can't try to get help. If he knew what I was trying to do the stupid ass bitch would try and stop me. then brad said look im sorry I will never do it again just uncuff me and i'll let you go come on.ÂÂ
                    Then the tongue said oh no revenge first. Then Brad said what are you going to do. Then the tongue said you see. The tongue was wet with saliva and it slid down brad's stomache. Then Brad said eww groce. Then Tyrone's tongue slowly pulled off Brad's boxers and put them on the floor. Then the tongue took off the blanket and put it on the floor. Then the tongue jumped on top of Brad's cock. Then the tongue whispered something to Brad's cock. Brad couldn't hear what the the tongue even said. Then Brad's cock started wiggiling. Then Brad said what the fuck did you do bitch. Then it Brad's cock started pulling itself upward. This was very sensual and brad started giving small moans. Then All of a sudden Brad's cock jumped onto his leg it was completely not attached to his body. Then Brad didn't feel sensual anymore he felt like nothing was their. The brad looked down and saw his cock standing up jumping up and down on his leg. Then he said you fucking son of a bitch tongue look what you fucking did.ÂÂ
                  Then the tongue said i know jackass I did it on puropse I just told your cock to detach itself from you. Then Brad said well tell it to re-attach itself to me. then the tongue said oh no you tell it yourself. The Brad penis. then the tongue interupted and said oh no he likes to be called Mr. Cock. Then Brad said fine mr. cock re-attach yourself to me now. Then Mr. Cock said no not right so shut the fuck up. You have used me to fuck with enough. I am tired of those tight as condoms and you putting your hands around me a jerking me to throw up. The Brad said thats my fucking cum. Then Mr. Cock said no thats my throw up bitch. Then Mr. Cock said Tyrone's tongue is right you need to pay me and Tongue have the right way to make you pay. Then Mr. Cock became fully erect meaning horny. Then Mr. Cock who was a little to big for Brad's mouth pushed his way inside. Brad was trying to shake his head to shake the cock out of his mouth. At this momment the cock was of course still not attached to Brad's body.
                Then finally after about 10 minutes his cok was all the way into his throat. Then it slid down into his upper chest. When that happened Brad was gasping for air thinking the worst part of the cock getting inside was over. However it was not because while it was in the top area of his chest he felt like he had a bad case of indigestion. Which he had never ever got before. then Mr. Cock started rubbing itself inside Brad's lungs. Brad was moaning really loud and saying stop oh oh oh stop. Brad was feeling very sensual. then the cock slid quickly up right behind Brad's teeth. Then Mr. cock rubbed himself on brad's tongue and the the tongue said oh yeah brad im cumming. Which it did it made Brad swallow half of the cum and aquirted the other half oh brad's abs and chest and nipples and feet. Brad was covered with cum. Then Mr. Cock slid back down brad's throat and next to brad's organ called the stomache. At this point brad said get out of my body Mr. Cock you mother fucker. Then Mr. Cock wacked itself against Brad's stomache organ. Making Brad throw up.
                  Brad threw up all over the floor and said eww I don't feel so good and threw up again. then Mr. Cock slid down to Brad's ass and squezzed its way out of Brad's ass. Then it said now how does it feel ass hole. Then Mr. Cock re-attached itself to Brad's body right where it is suppose to be. Then the tongue was laughing really hard and then said oh Brad. Then Brad started saying im sorry im sorry im sorry enough I will never do anything like that to you again. then tongue said well my revenge is done. Then he went to the bedroom window and unlocked it. Then the tongue went on top of Bard's abs and took some of Brad's cum and put it on himself. Then the tongue quickly opened the handcuffs and took them and quickly jumped out the window way to fast for brad to ever even catch him from leaving the room. Then the tongue slowly opened Tyrone's handcuffs and took out the sock in his mouthand back the handcuffs in the closet. Then he put Tyrone's sock back in the hamper.
             Then Tyrone's tongue still covered in Brad's cum jumped back into Tyrone's mouth but very softly and quietly and          re-attached itself to Tyrone. The tongue was back where it was suppose to be at 4:08 A.M. At 7:30 A.M Tyrone woke up and said what the fuck and tasted cum inside his mouth. He put his fingers inside his mouth and took off some of the cum off his tongue. Then he knew that his tongue most have been out again but he had no clue as to what the tongue had did. He was pissed though and knew their was no way to keep his tongue inside of his mouth.
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Jack Anderson bobbed his square, chiseled jaw in return and toyed with the gold fountain pen clutched in his manicured hand, clicking it open-closed-open-closed.
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“Running late again, Buddy? Shit like that goes on your permanent record. You don’t want anything to screw up the big promotion. Know what I mean?â€Â
Rob scooted the chair closer until his soft belly pressed firmly into the edge of the conference table, and pretended to sort through the thick ream of paperwork that was laid out in front of him. He absently acknowledged a few guarded hellos from the other well-dressed attorneys already seated around the gleaming, polished walnut table. The gentle buzz of excited conversation began again after Rob settled in.
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Not a typical meeting this morning. Today held a different agenda. Rob had been waiting for this day for months.
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No, longer than that.
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Years.
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Rob glanced at the vacant chair at the front of the room and checked the time on his diamond Rolex. “Where’s the old man? I didn’t notice him out front…â€Â
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           “Dunno.†Jack shrugged. “Waiting till you got here to make his grand entrance.â€Â
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           The sudden hush of activity was broken only by the whoosh from the buildings air-conditioning. Rob checked his tie again, and along with everyone else in the room, sat up straighter as Vanden Smith himself (the Vanden Smith – senior and founding partner of the corporate law firm of Smith, Marshall, Adams and Rodgers – that Vanden Smith) breezed into the conference room. Rob felt an aura of great respect bordering on awe fill the room.
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Smith paused at the door and whispered to someone outside the office before entering the room, and then he crossed to the head of the table and smiled down at his senior staff like a proud father on his child’s graduation day. Tiny laugh lines creased his face, tanned an even brown from weeks spent sailing in the Caribbean every summer, his iron-grey hair cut short, his dark blue silk suit immaculately tailored to fit his tall, trim frame. A large diamond pinky ring flashed as he adjusted the knot on his tie.
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He cleared his throat, and at that moment, Rob swore he could have heard a pin drop.
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           “Well. It’s been quite a while since I’ve had the privilege of being in your fine company, hasn’t it?â€Â
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           A low murmur of agreement rose from around the table.
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“First, I want to take this opportunity to personally thank each and every one of you, for all the hard work you put in each and every day.â€Â
           “As you all know,†Smith went on, “since David Rodgers unexpectedly retired at the beginning of the year, several names have been bandied about as to who might be on the fast track for a significant promotion. One or two of those names, I might add, come from this very office.â€Â
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           Smith nodded in Rob’s direction. Rob flushed with pride, and for a brief moment, he felt every eye in the room on him.
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           “Our core company values have never been better represented. We expect nothing less than tireless, selfless hard work from our attorneys. And in return…well.†He paused theatrically and grinned. “Well. Today I am very proud to both acknowledge and reward that very same relentless devotion to this firm from one very impressive individual.â€Â
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He paused for effect before continuing.
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“A person who I believe exemplifies every quality this company stands for and stands as a role model for everyone in this room.â€Â
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           Rob beamed and nodded, letting Smith’s rich, deep voice fade quietly into the background and wash over him. This was his moment, the one he’d committed his entire adult life for. He leaned back slightly in his chair, the leather crackling under his weight. He was confident; waiting impatiently for Smith to finish up with his little speech while the butterflies bounced wildly around in his gut.
Finally, he was going to hear the magic words that would vindicate the last twenty-five years of his life, his utter dedication, his resolve to succeed.
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Smith’s dazzling smile grew even larger, exposing his perfectly even, white teeth. The teeth of a movie star. “And so, without any further formalities, I’d like to introduce you to our new senior partner…     ÂÂ
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This was it! Rob felt the flush creep up his neck to his cheeks, burning the tips of his ears. This was the moment he’d been working towards since he was just a boy, a child, when his asshole old man first called him a fat, stupid loser.
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Smith stood back, extending his arm, and Rob began to stand…
           Mistaken as he was, everyone else took his cue. The entire room stood and cheered as Yvonne Craig bounced through the door, giving a victory salute with her hands clasped together, waving her arms around like a major league slugger after hitting a grand-slam and sending the ball flying over the ballpark fence. She was looking sharp and sexy in a coal black suit, her heavy breasts bouncing in her crème colored silk blouse.
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More cheers and a few cat-calls as she hugged Vanden Smith and left an imprint of her lips on his cheek from an impulsive kiss. Next to him, Rob heard Jack laughing as everyone else in the room applauded loudly.
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Rob fell back into his chair, confused and defeated. The room spun around him, and suddenly he couldn’t breathe. Sweat beaded his forehead and trickled down his back as he loosened his tie, unbuttoned his starched shirt; he felt suddenly claustrophobic, needing air, space.
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He stared at the happy, smiling faces of the people he considered his colleagues, faces that suddenly seemed to mock him.
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How the hell could this happen…?
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He closed his eyes and tried to tune out, tried to escape to his quiet place, but he couldn’t concentrate; the sound of Jack’s harsh laughter rang in his ears. Rob squeezed his eyes even tighter and covered his ears with the palms of his hands, chanting under his breath until the others were seated again, listening intently as Vanden Smith continued to praise Yvonne Craig.
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Smith droned on and on, until his deep voice blurred with the echoes of Jack’s laughter in Rob’s mind, slowly changing, until it was the voice of his father, taunting Rob’s latest failure from beyond the grave.
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You stupid, worthless, good-for-nothing idiot…
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…and I expect everyone to join us at MacTarahan’s tonight at six sharp and celebrate! I’ve been informed that Old Mac will have an open bar and grill ready for us, so don’t be late!â€Â
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“Hear, hear!â€Â
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“Al-right!â€Â
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Rob groaned inwardly and watched everyone file out, heading back to work and grinning with visions of drunken revelry. He gathered his things and stood slowly. When he reached the head of the table, Vanden Smith cleared his throat.
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“Robert, I’d like you to stay for a moment.â€Â
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He indicated a chair for Rob, who blinked and sat, confused again.
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“Now, then,†Smith sat for the first time during the meeting. “Robert.â€Â
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He punched a password into the computer built into the edge of the table and eased back into the plush leather of his chair. He steepled his fingertips under his chin, watching Rob with narrowed eyes. Rob squirmed uncomfortably.
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“Yes, sir?â€Â
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Smith took a deep breath, exhaled. Tapped the computer screen. “Robert, when we hired you, we made you aware of the priorities of this firm. Yes?â€Â
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Rob blinked, not sure how to answer. “Um, yes. Yes, of course.â€Â
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“Good. You see, we’ve had Yvonne evaluate each of our attorneys’ performance over the last quarter.†Smith smiled, his teeth gleaming. “We’ll spend the next few days speaking with everyone.â€Â
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“Oh…I see…â€Â
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Smith punched up a file. “Looking at your caseload, we’ve noticed some issues.â€Â
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“Issues?â€Â
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“Mm. The LeineCorp case immediately comes to mind.†Smith raised an inquisitive eyebrow, one of his patented court gestures. “This was a settlement?â€Â
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“Uh, well, yes. They decided to settle after…â€Â
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“I’ve read the case files.†Smith waved his hand, turned to Yvonne. “How many billable hours did we lose by settling this out?â€Â
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“Hundreds, at least. Probably thousands.â€Â
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Smith settled his gaze back on Rob.
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“Hundreds. Robert, do you realize how much money that translates to? Even at a low estimate?â€Â
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Wet stains appeared under Rob’s armpits and his mouth went dry. He shook his head, no. Smith just kept smiling, but the smile never quite reached his eyes. Rob felt like he was pinned to his seat, like a butterfly on display.
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Smith tapped the table with a fingertip. “Yvonne?â€Â
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“Potentially?â€Â
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“That’s fine for our purposes.â€Â
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“Millions.â€Â
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Rob could almost literally see the walls closing in.
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“Millions, Robert. Think on that for a moment. Mil-lions of dollars, lost. Because you allowed the idiots running LeineCorp to settle out of court.â€Â
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The door to the room opened, closed. A cool, air-conditioned breeze stirred the room, and a pair of heavy foot-falls thunked across the carpet and settled to a stop just behind Rob’s back. He resisted the urge to turn around. Smith speared him with another look, and continued with barely a pause.
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“Robert? How many other clients have you allowed to settle this quarter?â€Â
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“Well, I…â€Â
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“Four.â€Â
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“Four, sir? I don’t…â€Â
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“Four. Four multi-million dollar cases.†There went the eyebrow again. “How about for the last year?â€Â
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Rob wanted to run, to hide. “I don’t…â€Â
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“Robert, Robert, Robert.†Smith swiveled his chair back and forth. “Not the kind of track record I look for in my attorneys.â€Â
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Rob felt like he was drowning. He glanced at Yvonne, hoping for a friendly face, some encouragement, but she just stared back at him, her beautiful tanned face cold and impassive.
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Smith nodded at someone over Rob’s shoulder and a massive shadow appeared on the table in front of him. A large, scarred hand clamped tightly around Rob’s bicep, pulling him clear out of the chair like he weighed nothing more than a child.
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“I’m sorry to say it, but we’re letting you go.â€Â
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“What? No…I…you can’t!†Rob stammered, dumbstruck. “I…my things, in my office…I…â€Â
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“Your personal effects are already packed and waiting by your car.†Smith waved his hand, dismissing him. “I believe we’re finished here. Yvonne?â€Â
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She shook her head. “That’s all.â€Â
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“Good. Well, then. Good luck to you, Robert. Clarence will show you out.â€Â
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Wednesday, 5:55 pm
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At five-to six, a very drunk Rob sat in his Lexus outside MacTarahan’s restaurant with the stereo on loud and an open, half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels resting on the seat next to him. He was staring at the plain white envelope in his hands, turning it over and over.
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Shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
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I can’t believe it…
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His last paycheck from Smith, Marshall, Adams and Rodgers.
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They fired me.
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Fired.
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Me.
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Why? Why? Why?
The same thoughts had been going round and round in his head for most of the afternoon, interspersed with the unshakable need to get rip-roaring drunk.
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Rob couldn’t remember the last time he got drunk. Not like this.
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           A sleek new black BMW pulled to the curb several spaces in front of him. The doors opened, and Vanden Smith stepped out and walked around to the passenger door. A moment later, the car alarm beeped and Smith escorted a smiling Yvonne Craig across the street.
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Smith dropped the keys into her outstretched hand, and then, arm-in-arm, they disappeared into the restaurant.
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           “Holy shit. Lookit that.†Rob whispered, open-mouthed. Suddenly, he knew. He understood everything. “That fucking cunt-hole got me fired.â€Â
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           Half a second later, tires screeched and horns blared as Rob ran across the street after them, bottle of whiskey in hand.
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           Jack caught Rob as he shoved through the crowd in the restaurant lobby, making for the banquet room. He grabbed Rob by the lapels of his rumpled suit jacket and hauled him to a stop. Rob struggled enough that Jack had to shake him to get his attention.
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           “Robster! Hold up man! Where do you think you’re going?â€Â
           Customers standing, waiting in the lobby were staring. The Maitre de raised his eyebrow and reached for a phone. Jack shook Rob, making his head pound.
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           “The hell you are.†He shook Rob again, glancing at the sloshing bottle clutched in Rob’s sweating hand. “Look at you, you dipshit. You’re so drunk you can barely stand up.â€Â
           “Now that’s the Robster I know.†Jack grinned and guided him gently back to the door, nodding casually at a hostess. “Sorry everybody.†Jack tried a goofy grin, hoping he could diffuse the situation. “Just a little ruckus between us lawyers. You know how crazy we get at parties.†He dropped his voice and whispered in Rob’s ear. “C’mon man. You don’t want to do this. Don’t cause a fucking scene here. Go home and sleep it off.â€Â
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           Rob spun around and tried to push past him.
           “Fucker!†He shouted into the restaurant. “I’ll kill you, you fucker!â€Â
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“Knock it off!† Jack manhandled Rob out the door and practically carried him halfway down the block before letting him go and stepping back. “Just go home and go to sleep. Everything’ll look better in the morning. Okay, buddy? Seriously.â€Â
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           “They fucking fired me, Jack. They fired me. He did it, ‘cause…because she’s sleeping with the sonofabitch, and….â€Â
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           “Shit. I know. I know.†Jack pushed open the glass doors and gently pulled Rob outside. He straightened Rob up and shook his head. “Go home, Rob. You don’t want any trouble, do you? You know what’ll happen if old man Smith see’s you here.â€Â
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           “Fuck.†Rob groped in his pocket for his car keys. “Fine. Fine.â€Â
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           “Shit. You didn’t drive here like this, did you?â€Â
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           “What the fuck do you think?â€Â
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           “Here, give me those.†Jack snatched the key ring out of Rob’s hand, pulled off the keys to the car and handed the others back. “Jesus, Rob. I’m not going to let you drive home like that. Here. I’ll drive your car over to your place later. Now, call a cab and go-fucking-home.â€Â
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           Rob glared at Jack for a second, then shrugged and took a messy swig from his bottle. Whisky ran down his chin, soaking the front of his suit.
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“Arrrh!†he grunted, grimacing like a pirate as the fiery liquid poured down his throat.
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           Jack watched him stumble across the street, tossing the car keys in his hand. After Rob melted into rush-hour crowd, he pocketed them, then adjusted his tie and rolled his neck. A second later, someone altogether different drifted after Rob like a ghost.
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***
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           Rob staggered back across the street and leaned against the brick wall of a hotel, drinking. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and decided he needed to take a piss. He groped his way into an alley behind the building, feeling suddenly like one of the bums he and Jack used to flick pennies at.
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He belched and set the bottle precariously on the edge of an open dumpster. He unzipped his trousers, spread his legs and braced himself with his forearm on the grimy wall. Rob hummed to himself while he pulled out his dick, wiggled his ass around a bit to get the old juice flowing, and sent a warm, steaming jet of urine splattering onto the filthy pavement.
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           “Well, well. Look at you, my friend.â€Â
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           Rob jumped, startled, the last drops of piss soaking his foot. A tall, well-dressed man stood at the mouth of the alley, blocking his view of the street. Underneath a shock of black hair, the man’s eyes seemed to glow a deep, fiery red.
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           “That was quite a spectacle, back there.â€Â
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           “Holy shit!†Rob blinked. He grabbed for the bottle of whiskey and held it if front of him, like a club. The last of the booze ran down his arm. “Who the fuck are you?â€Â
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           The man just stood there, staring at Rob with his head cocked to one side, a snide little grin twitching at the edges of his mouth.
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           “That’s perfectly good Jack you’re wasting, Rob. We could be drinking that.â€Â
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           “I said, who the fuck are you?†Rob shook the bottle menacingly at the stranger. “…And…and how the hell do you know my name?â€Â
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           The man stepped closer. His teeth flashed white, and his eyes burned against his dark face.
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           “I know quite a bit about you Rob. I know what happened to you at work today; why you’re standing here now in a filthy alley, pissing on your foot, instead of across the street, in the bar, celebrating your promotion with your friend, Jack. As for me? Well.†He spread his hands, and the grin widened. “I ‘m the man that can make your dreams come true.â€Â
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           “What? What the hell are you talking about?â€Â
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           The smile grew even wider, until Rob couldn’t seem to focus on anything else. The rest of the world seemed to fade away, until all he could see was the smile, and the man’s eyes…
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           “Why don’t I let you buy us a few rounds, Rob, and we’ll talk.†The man stood to the side and extended his arm. “How does that sound?â€Â
           “Oh, bloody hell. How did you ever graduate law school if you can’t answer a simple question? No wonder they fired you.â€Â
           “Now, now, Rob.†The man sighed. “Are you a homo?â€Â
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           “Shit. You’re not a fag, you’re English.â€Â
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           “Ah. My accent. No, I’m not from that hellishly damp little island.†The man smiled his crazy smile again. “Well, that’s close enough for shits and giggles. Now, how about that drink, my friend? You can tell me your troubles. Perhaps afterwards there will be something I can do to repay my debt.â€Â
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           “Thought you said ‘drinks’.â€Â
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           “Oh, quite right. I did.†The man grinned about that, too. “Yes, drinks. Plural. Many. More than one. Several, in fact.â€Â
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           Rob tried to think his way through his drunken haze. What the hell, he decided, and tossed the empty bottle toward the dumpster. It shattered in a spray of glass. “Yeah. Sure. Why not?â€Â
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           “That’s my boy.†The man grinned and wrapped a long, thin arm around Rob’s round shoulders. “Let’s spare no expense!†He paused and sniffed. “Hm. I forgot about the urine. Well. Perhaps we can find a less reputable establishment that won’t mind the bloody awful smell.†He waved theatrically. “Now, let’s be off!â€Â
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***
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Thursday, 6:45 am
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           Vanden Smith checked his teeth in the mirror, licking the tip of one sparkling incisor with his tongue. He tightened the knot in his tie and stepped back, taking stock.
           He turned and stepped back into the bedroom. Yvonne was still asleep, snuggled into the messy covers. Vanden stood over her for a moment, admiring her soft curves, the sleek muscles under her nut brown skin, the luxuriant mass of glossy brown hair strewn wildly about the pillows. Her hair was so dark; it looked almost black in the morning sunlight streaming through the open windows.
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           What a lovely way to spend the last week, getting to know that body. And what did it cost him? A pittance. Barely. He was sure she believed the gifts to be extravagant, and who was he to dissuade her? Let her go on thinking she was…special.
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           In return for his favors, she might actually do better work.
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One of her feet stuck out of the bottom of a tangled sheet. He bent and tickled the bottom, until she flinched and mumbled something incomprehensible into the pillows.
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“It’s getting late. You’ve got a busy day ahead of you, sweetheart. Time to get up.â€Â
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“Mmmn.†She sighed, and flipped over.
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The sheets slipped down, exposing her exquisite breasts, her flat, muscular belly. She grabbed his wrist and pulled him close.
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“Ohh, don’t go.†She touched his face with the tips of her fingers. “Why don’t you come back to bed? We could…â€Â
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“Sorry dear,†Vanden smiled and kissed her. “The limosine will be here any moment, and I can’t miss my flight.â€Â
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“Hmph.†She pouted.
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He kissed her again, ran his hand lightly over her shoulder and squeezed one of those lovely breasts, until her hard, rubbery nipple poked his palm. Then he backed up, slipped out of her grip, and shrugged into his suit jacket.
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“I must go.â€Â
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Yvonne gathered a sheet, wrapping it around her like a toga. She followed him into the front room, tossing her hair back, raking her fingers through it like a makeshift comb. Her feet sank into the thick carpet. He grabbed his briefcase and opened the door. She gazed up at him, looking again into those amazing eyes.
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“When will we…â€Â
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He kissed her, cutting her off. Then he caressed her chin.
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“Checkout time is noon, but you don’t want to be late for work.â€Â
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He smiled, and ducked out of the door.
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***
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Thursday, 7:31 am
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The limo pulled into the terminal, and Vanden Smith waited until the driver opened his door before stepping out onto the curb. His luggage was already scooting to the baggage area. He pulled a twenty from the clip of bills he carried in his pocket and handed it to the driver, who nodded his thanks.
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Vanden smoothed his jacket, and walked into the airport, briefcase in hand. He was in a good mood, until he reached the loading dock for his private plane, only to discover that his pilot was late.
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“This is unacceptable.â€Â
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The fat cow of an attendant smiled up at him with an apologetic look that Vanden supposed was supposed to placate him. Perhaps smooth things over.
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“I’m sorry sir. He phoned in. There was an accident on the freeway, something about a chemical spill, and he could be another hour or so.â€Â
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Vanden tried turning on the vaunted Smith charm.
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“And you don’t have any other flights I could sneak in on?â€Â
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“Well, let me see…†The attendant blushed and checked her computer screen. She typed a bit, then paused and said, “There’s only one other flight this morning…†She shot a sideways glance at Vanden. “…with anything available in first class. But that flight won’t leave until eleven-thirty.â€Â
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Vanden swore to himself, but managed to keep the smile plastered in place.
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“That’s all?â€Â
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“Mmn. Well, there’s a flight leaving at ten. I’ve got plenty left in coach, but there’s a two-hour layover in Denver.â€Â
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Vanden tried hard not to scream.
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“So it would still be faster to…wait for my pilot to arrive.â€Â
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 “Yes, sir.†She nodded. “Probably.â€Â
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“Well. I suppose there’s nothing to do but get comfortable, is there?â€Â
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***
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           Vanden grumbled about the help all the way to the bathroom.
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           Somehow he found an empty stall without either a puddle of piss on the floor or a stinking load left by the last asshole who couldn’t be bothered to flush the toilet. He hung his briefcase on the coat hanger screwed into the back of the door and did his business.
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           While he was shaking the last drips from his dick, Vanden heard someone else enter the bathroom and start checking the stalls. Someone whistling, doors opening and closing. He resisted the urge to check and make sure he’d locked the door to his stall.
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The footsteps stopped a couple doors down, but the whistling continued, joined a second later by the unmistakable sound of a man urinating.
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           Vanden sniffed. Using a public restroom…
           But, he reflected, situations like this kept one humble. Just another reminder of how everyone puts their pants on one leg at a time. As his father used to say, you can’t lose touch with the average man.
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           Feeling better about his latest contact with the rabble, Vanden flushed and made his way out of the stall to the row of sinks along the mirrored wall opposite. He set his briefcase on the driest part of the counter and turned on the faucet.
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           The annoying whistling continued from the stall behind him as he bent to wash his hands. Vanden turned the water on as hot as it would go and lathered up – you could never be too careful. Places like this were absolute breeding grounds for germs – and rinsed.
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           He glanced up as the stall door opened, and did a double take, staring into the mirror when he recognized the man emerging from the toilet.
           The man grinned, and ran a chubby hand through his thinning hair.
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           “What the hell are you doing here? Are you following me?â€Â
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           The man casually stepped up behind Vanden, pulling something from the back pocket of his trousers.
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           A new leather wallet fell to the floor, unnoticed.
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           Vanden Smith turned to confront the newcomer, soapy water dripping from his hands.
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           “I could have you arrested, you know that…â€Â
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           The man lunged, shoving Vanden against the counter. Fingers knotted in his steel grey hair and yanked his head back, exposing his neck. Vanden brought his hands up, but before he could react, a small blade flicked open and flashed through the air, once, twice.
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Dark blood sprayed the mirrors, the walls.
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The man’s face was serene, almost inquisitive. He held Vanden up with an iron grip as he struggled. Vanden tried fight, but the other man seemed inhumanly strong and held him still; he tried to speak, to call out for help, but a clot of bloody mucus gurgled in his throat, dribbled from his open mouth, drowning his screams. The other man grinned, and his eyes seemed to glow with an inhuman light.
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And then his face melted away.
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           Vanden dropped to the floor in a widening pool of blood, twitching and gasping. He pawed ineffectually at the knife embedded in his neck, his feet kicking at the slick tile floor.
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           The other man watched him die, grinning with the pleasure of the hunt.
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           The other man casually straightened his tie in the mirror as Vanden Smith’s life slowly ebbed away. He picked up the briefcase from the counter and stepped back out into the terminal, blending into the crowd, until he came to the escalator that would take him down two levels to the baggage area.
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He dropped the briefcase on a partially full luggage rack, and left the confines of the airport without a backwards glance as the first shouts rang out from a restroom two levels up.
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A few moments later, in the short term parking lot, a new Lexus roared to life. At the pay booths, someone who looked quite a bit like Jack Anderson handed the attendant a crisp twenty dollar bill along with a parking ticket.
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The attendant counted back the change and raised the cross bar. The man who was now Jack Kennedy grinned and gunned the Lexus out onto the freeway. He glanced at the clock on the dashboard.
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He had one other errand. And then his part of the bargain would be just about finished. He thought about all the fun things he had planned for Yvonne Craig.
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But that would wait for later.
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He cracked open a bottle of whiskey that Rob had left in his car, sipped.
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He was in no hurry. He had all the time in the world.
He groaned and peeled himself, still fully dressed, off the carpet of his living room floor. He carefully pushed himself up to a kneeling position, and when the room stopped spinning, he peeked out of crusted eyelids to find sunlight streaming through his picture window, along with the ugly, bearded face of a delivery man, shouting something garbled and smacking his fist on the window, over and over.
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“Jesus.†He smacked his lips. His mouth tasted like something small and furry died a nasty death in it, sometime the week before.
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Rob lurched to his feet and stumbled to the door, yanked it open to find a truck idling at the curb, and a large wooden crate balanced on the lip of a hand truck standing in his otherwise empty driveway. Rob wondered what the hell happened to his car while the delivery guy took his own sweet time walking up the steps.
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“What’s going on?†Rob asked.
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The delivery guy thrust a clipboard and a pen into Rob’s hands.
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“Robert Wiltsey?â€Â
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“Yeah. That’s me.â€Â
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“Got somethin’ for ya.â€Â
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Rob stared at the guy, then down at the crate.
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“What the hell is it?â€Â
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“I dunno. It’s for you. You don’t know what it is?â€Â
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“No, I don’t know what it is.â€Â
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The guy looked down at the crate.
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“Looks kinda like a coffin.â€Â
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It sure does, Rob thought. “I don’t want that thing.â€Â
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“You didn’t order it?â€Â
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“What? No, I didn’t order it. I just said I didn’t know what it is…â€Â
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“Well, okay. Folks get stuff from family and like that all the time.†The delivery guy spat a green wad of tobacco juice onto the stoop and nodded at the clipboard. “Mind signin’ the delivery invoice for me?â€Â
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“I just told you I don’t want it.â€Â
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The guy shrugged. “I can’t take it back. There’s no return address.â€Â
The delivery guy watched Rob scribble his name on the carbon paper.
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“What if it is a coffin?â€Â
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“Huh?â€Â
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“I mean, there could be a dead body in there, couldn’t there?â€Â
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Rob made a face. “I don’t think so.â€Â
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“Oh. Really?â€Â
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Rob frowned at him. “Really.â€Â
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“Oh. Okay. Hey, y’know, I thought you were dead for a second there, lyin’ there on the floor like that. You look like shit, man.â€Â
Rob handed back the clipboard and grimaced, holding his hand up to shield his eyes from the sun. Bits and pieces of the previous evening were beginning to come back.
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“Oh, yeah. I guess you could say that.â€Â
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“Right on. Oh, hey. Almost forgot. This goes with the crate.†He handed Rob a small manila envelope, then stuck his thumb back over his shoulder. “Maybe it’ll tell ya what’s inside that thing. Where do you want it?â€Â
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Rob sighed. “I guess you can bring it inside.â€Â
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“Mind helpin’ me drag it up these steps?â€Â
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“Now you are kidding, right?â€Â
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“It’s a heavy sum’bitch. Barely got it outta the truck.†He peered around Rob, into the house. “Hey, don’cha have any furniture in there?â€Â
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***
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           Twenty sweaty minutes later, the delivery guy handed Rob a copy of the invoice and drove off. Rob stared at the crate propped up against his fireplace mantle and ran his hand through his thinning hair. He grinned ruefully.
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           Bald and unemployed at thirty. Great.
He glanced around at his otherwise empty house.
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I think I need a drink.
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Rob shuffled into the kitchen and looked around in the fridge for a beer.
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“C’mere, come to daddy…â€Â
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He found the remains of a six pack buried on the bottom shelf behind some leftover pizza. He popped one open and slugged half, dribbling foam down his shirt. He burped heartily and sighed, wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his jacket.
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           “Damn, that’s tasty,†he said to no one in particular, and took another gulp before digging through a junk drawer where he kept the few tools he owned, hunting down a hammer. “Where are you, you fucker…c’mon…there you are…â€Â
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           Rob yanked the hammer out of the drawer and grabbed the last can of beer, dropping the empty on his counter along with all the crap he’d pulled out of the drawer. He cracked the new beer and shambled unsteadily back into the living room, drinking as he went. He stopped in front of the crate.
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           “Now, let’s see what the hell you are.â€Â
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He set the can on the fireplace mantle and picked up the manila envelope. He sliced open a good chunk of his thumb as he slid it through the flap.
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“Ow! Sonofabitch!â€Â
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He sucked at the blood dripping down his thumb and pulled out a single sheet of yellowing parchment. The paper looked ages-old, worn and delicate as fine lace. at first glance the paper looked clean, void of any writing. Rob turned it over, smearing it with a bloody thumbprint, and held it up to the light.
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“What the hell…â€Â
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He could barely make out a few words, a note scrawled in the middle of the page in a spidery script that read, simply, “A small gift between friends. Thanks for the drinks.â€Â
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Rob dropped the paper with a confused shake of his head. He took off his ruined suit jacket and dropped it on the floor.
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“Well, that’s for shit.â€Â
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He stripped down to his t-shirt and took another drink, then swung the hammer. The spikes chunked into the side of the crate, and he started prying at the boards. Long nails squealed in protest as they pulled loose from the rough planks.
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“Huh.†Rob grunted as the crate’s lid pulled away.
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Another box. But this…this was different.
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It was a case made of some smooth, black wood; highly polished to a shine that reflected his haggard face, his stained and rumpled clothes. A small, chipped emblem made of pure white marble decorated the top half of the box.
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The delivery guys’ voice seemed to float back.
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Looks a lot like a coffin…
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“No fucking way. Jesus. You can’t ship somebody a dead body. No. Uh-uh. Nope.â€Â
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Suddenly feeling strangely paranoid, Rob carefully reached into the crate and pulled, but the box inside didn’t budge.
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“C’mon, damn it. Get out of there.â€Â
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Rob rocked the crate back and forth, grunting with the effort. The box inside tipped out, and it took all Rob’s strength to keep it from crashing to the floor. Somehow he managed to lever it to the ground. He stood over the gleaming casket with his legs spread, sweaty and panting, wishing he had more beer.
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“That guy was right.†He whistled between his teeth. “It’s a fucking coffin.â€Â
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The box was about six feet long and three feet wide. It was hinged on one side with a sleek latch on the other, and it was definitely deep enough to put a body in.
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“Unbelievable.â€Â
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Rob tried the latch, but he couldn’t seem to find the catch. It was a smooth, silvery metal plate set flush into the wood, with a small, oval groove in the middle. He pulled and prodded and swore at it, but nothing happened.
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He picked up the parchment again, wondering if he’d missed part of the note.
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“This can’t be that hard to figure out. I…Holy shit.â€Â
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The parchment was completely blank. Rob flipped the paper over in his hands again and again, wondering if he was still passed out drunk, dreaming all this. Then the cut along the side of his thumb throbbed painfully, and he remembered something his mom showed him how to do as a kid, a simple trick with paper, water and lemons.
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“Invisible ink,†He grinned. “Must be. This is some corny shit.â€Â
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He tossed the paper aside again and leaned closer, studying the lock. He rubbed the chunk of metal. It felt almost…warm. And the groove…
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He ran his bloody thumb along the groove, and pressed.
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The latch clicked open…
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“Huh.â€Â
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…and the lid swung out, slowly…
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“Holy shit!â€Â
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Rob scuttled backwards on all fours until his back smacked into the wall. He sat, trembling, unable to take his eyes of the slim body nestled inside.
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***
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So she was sleeping with you?
Well, no, but we had drinks a couple times.
Ah. I see. And you didn’t know she was screwing your boss?
Not till today.
And she was fucking him to get the promotion you wanted?
Guess so.
And then she got you fired.
Rob sighed, shrugged.
Huh. Well, Rob, my friend. I’ll hand it to you. You got royally fucked. Just not the way you would’ve liked.
You can say that again.
The Big Bang.
Uh-huh.
But you didn’t even manage to get your dick wet.
Fuck you.
The dark man grinned.
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Touched a nerve there, did I? Rob, did you know that pussy can make a normal, sane man crazy? Absolutely, completely, certifiably mental.
Yeah. Rob swirled a finger in the spilled beer, drawing wet circles on the tabletop. I think I’m figuring that out.
It’s all about control. You see?
Uh-huh.
Your situation is just one example.
One?
Mm.
What’s another?
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The man leaned forward intently, warming up to his subject.
I can think of many examples of the war between the sexes to illustrate my point. Rape is a perfect example. Extreme, I admit, but still…
Rob peered at the man over the rim of his mug.
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Rape? What the hell do you mean?
It’s the act of control, Rob. Rape is violent and disturbing, perhaps, but that’s all in one’s point of view, isn’t it? And where exactly does the act of rape stem from?
Control.
Exactly.
How do you figure that?
The dark man spread his hands and smiled benignly. Without going into much detail,I simply have some…practical experience regarding the subject, enough to make an observation.
‘Practical experience’? Oh, my God! You mean... you’ve actually raped someone?
The dark man grinned and drained his mug. He slammed the empty glass onto the table and wiped foam from his mustache with the tips of slender fingers.
Let’s just say that I am something of an admirer of human nature. Someone who appreciates and…well, occasionally indulges the more…base impulses.  The dark man leaned even closer. His eyes seemed to burn into Rob’s skull. How are you feeling?
What, about this fucked up conversation?
No, no…about what happened this morning. And since.
I’m pissed off. What d’you think? I mean, I lost my job because I thought I was doing the right thing for a client, and then I found out that it didn’t matter anyway, because I don’t have tits and a pussy.
Rob dropped his head into his hands. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, ran his fingers through his thinning hair. The dark man shifted in his seat, studying him intently.
So Rob, what do you want?
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I don’t know. Rob whined miserably.
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The dark man waved his empty mug at the waitress standing across the room at the bar. The waitress nodded and grabbed an empty, frosty pitcher and stuck it under a tap.
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Her, perhaps? Our waitress? She’s quite attractive. What if you could grab her here, right now, and bend her over this table? Would you take her?
What are you, sick or something? Jesus. Is everything about pussy?
This is purely a hypothetical question, Rob.
You mean would I fuck her, or are you asking me if I’d rape her?
Let’s say rape. What if you could get away with it, without any sort of punishment? Would you attempt it? Would you enjoy it?
I don’t know. Sorry, but I don’t go around thinking, ‘Hey, she’s hot. Maybe I’ll put on a mask and break into her apartment later’.
But you admit that she’s quite attractive.
Rob considered the girl. She caught them staring and grinned.
Yeah, sure, but…
And if there is no punishment, no guilt, the act is one and the same, is it not?
The hell it is! Not if she doesn’t want it. Not if she gets hurt.
For some people, that’s simply a turn on. Do you realize how many women fantasize about being attacked? Even when, outwardly, a woman would say all the right things about the subject, all the appropriate things; but when they’re alone, needing release, their mind turns to the stock boy they glimpsed at the grocery store, or the delivery man, or the gardener. The repressed desires come to the fore…
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The muscles in Rob’s jaw clenched and popped as the pretty redhead brought them another pitcher of beer.
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Here you go boys. She took the time to fill both of their mugs; then sat the pitcher down on the table between them. Drink up.
Rob fumbled for his wallet. He couldn’t seem to get his fingers to work right. The dark man reached across the table.
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Here. Let me.
He took Rob’s wallet, picked out a few bills and handed them to the waitress with a flourish.
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Thank you, my dear. The dark man smiled up at her, catching her eye with his and touching her gently on the arm before she turned to go. Thank you so much.
Oh, for you two, anytime.
The dark man chuckled as she floated away, blushing, glancing back at him over her shoulder with dreamy eyes. He set Rob’s wallet down on the table, by his mug. Rob was staring at the girl’s ass, swaying a little in his chair.
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You see? Such a simple thing, to get their attention. Just a word, or a caress, and they’re smitten, like a school girl with her first crush. He glanced over at Rob out of the corner of his eye. You are attracted to her, aren’t you?
A statement, not a question.
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Admit it Rob. It’s not a sin to desire someone.
Rob stared at the table, embarrassed.
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Yeah. Sure. Of course. She’s beautiful.
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I absolutely love redheads, myself – true redheads, that is. They’re born with a fiery nature. The dark man took a sip of beer and sighed gratefully. Think about it Rob. Would you like to hike that little skirt up over that nice, round ass and rip off her panties? Can you imagine what her panties look like, Rob? What they feel like? What about her pussy?
The girl caught Rob staring again and smiled at him. Rob felt something inside him stir, something deep and primal. His eyes flickered and his breath caught in his chest as the dark man continued…
Would it be shaven as smooth as a child’s, warm and wet to the touch? Or do you think she has a nice, full bush of that fine, curly red hair? Would you like to rip open her blouse while you had her, or would you leave it on? Would you be gentle while you ride her, or would you take her pussy and fuck her like a man?
Shut up.
I’ll ask the question again: Rob, would you fuck her?
Rob glanced at the waitress again, feeling his cock throbbing in his pants. His voice was husky, lowered almost to a whisper when he answered, as if she could hear him from across the noisy room.
Hell yeah. Wouldn’t you?
The man sat back with a smug look and drank deeply from his full mug.
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So. He smacked his lips. The truth wins out. You would fuck her.
Yeah. Yeah, you bet.
Now, would you rape her? Remember, there is no guilt, no punishment. Only the sweet release of those primal desires; the total pleasure one achieves by taking absolute control over another human being. No one is judging you here, my friend.
Rob blinked quickly, and took a drink to hide his embarrassment. He scratched the back of his neck and stared at the waitress as she bent over to clean an empty booth. Her skirt pulled up and he could just see the bottom of her ass cheeks, just make out her lacy white panties. Her breasts jiggled and bounced in her work shirt as she wiped down the table top.
Just like that?
The dark man nodded. Rob licked his lips. His throat was dry and scratchy, and something he’d never felt before was burning, deep in his gut.
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Yeah. Okay. Yeah. I would.
Excellent, Rob!
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The dark man grinned and rolled his head around, loudly popping the bones in his neck.
Ahh, that feels good. So. What is it that you want, Rob?
What do I want right now?
Mm-hmm.
Rob was quiet a moment. He took a long drink, savored it, thinking. Then he looked up again, and for the first time that night, he was able to meet those burning coals staring out at him from that grinning face.
What I keep thinking? You really want to know what’s been running through my head all day long?
Yes.
This is so fucked up.
Tell me, Rob. I can’t help you if you won’t be honest and tell me what you truly want.
I really wanted to screw Yvonne. My friend Jack – he worked with me at the firm – he and I used to bullshit about it all the time. I guess I still do.
A hate fuck. Revenge.
Yeah, I guess that fits. But right now, I almost wish they were dead.
‘Almost’, Rob?
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Thursday, 11:32 am
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“Omigod.â€Â
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Rob wasn’t sure how long he sat like that, with his back plastered against the wall, sweating, staring and gasping for breath.
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“Oh God, oh God, oh God…â€Â
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He stared in horror at the girl in the box. Little bits and pieces of the night before were slowly coming back. He remembered the man with the burning eyes that seemed to pierce right into the back of his head, and their conversation about the waitress…
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“Nononono…oh God, don’t be dead. Please don’t be dead…â€Â
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It was that fucked up guy at the bar. It had to be. He fucking kidnapped her and killed her, and... And packed her up and sent her here like some kind of sick birthday present…
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Rob gathered his legs underneath him and crawled forward slowly. He reached out a shaking hand and gently touched her face, expecting…what, exactly? He’d never touched a dead body before, never even seen one; he only knew what he’d seen on TV, and in movies. If she was dead, she’d be cold, right? Like something in a freezer?
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No, not like that. Cold, like a thawed steak, maybe? But, not…warm?
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Rob jerked back his hand and held it like he’d been scalded. His breath hissed through his teeth.
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Omigod.
He looked closer; saw the slow but steady rise and fall of her chest.
She’s alive! But what’s wrong with her? Why didn’t she suffocate?
Rob licked his lips, shook her a little. Her eyelids fluttered, but barely; hardly enough for Rob to even notice.
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Drugs. He must’ve drugged her, with something that slowed her breathing down enough that she wouldn’t use up all the oxygen in the coffin.
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The girl was still wearing the same clothes she had on the night before, at the bar.
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What do I do? What…The police, I’ll call the police! And, and…and what? Tell them I’ve got a coffin in my living room, with a drugged girl that some freak with…with glowing red eyes kidnapped and sent to me because…because…
Why?
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Rob groaned and dug at his swollen eyes with the heels of his palms.
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Because I told him that I wanted to fuck her. That’s why.
Rob sat back on his haunches, shaking his head.
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I wonder if anybody’s missed her yet. Or if her kidnapping’s been on the news? Maybe…maybe I could call Jack? Fuck. No way. He wouldn’t believe me unless he saw her, and then he’d just tell me to call the cops.
Unconsciously, Rob peered back into the coffin, taking in the girls rosy cheeks; the wisps of soft, red curls billowing around her face; the light spray of freckles across the bridge of her button nose.
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Or he wouldn’t believe a word I said, and he’d call the copson me.
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A nasty, sick thought came to him.
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Or, maybe…he’d tell me to fuck her.
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***
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A small piece of paper was pinned to the girls’ blouse, just above her left breast. A message, written in the same loose, spidery script on the same, fragile parchment as the other note with the disappearing ink. It read, Hi, Rob, I’m Sarah. Pleased to meet you. I brought a few things for a sleepover.
“Jesus. What a sick motherfucker. Did he follow her home?â€Â
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Rob unpinned the note and crumpled it up in his hand, tossed the ball into his empty fireplace. The girl fit perfectly in the coffin, with room to spare. Inside, Rob found a large knapsack stuffed under her feet. He gently raised her legs and pulled it out, then unlaced the flap and opened it up.
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Maybe she has a purse in here, Rob thought, or a drivers license, or something with a phone number…
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Rob reached inside and pulled out a fistful of lingerie: bras and panties and stockings… He swallowed and reached in again, found more clothes, rolled up skirts and nice, silk blouses, shoes, jewelry…
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“Oh, God.â€Â
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Rob sat back, the contents of the bag spilled around him. Enough clothes and makeup to play dress-up for a week or more, but no identification. He stood up slowly, his knees cracking, and peered down into the coffin at the girl.
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“I’m sorry, uh, Sarah. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I just wanted to get drunk last night, and talk to somebody…â€Â
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Here in the daylight, Rob was struck by how beautiful she really was. And she looked so…peaceful, like she was sleeping. He, on the other hand, was hung-over as hell with a monster of a headache brewing, and his mind was reeling. Rob thought about the police again, what he could tell them that wouldn’t land him in prison.
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“Maybe…maybe I can wake you up. Sure! Then you can tell me what happened.†He snapped his fingers. “Simple! We can call the police together, and we’ll tell ‘em about the sick-o freak. There’s no way they’d just believe me, but you saw him too.â€Â
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Rob sighed with relief.
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“Well, I can’t leave you in this thing.†He bent over and slipped his arms under her waist and the crook of her legs, then straightened with a grunt.
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“Oh, shit!’
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Lifting somebody who was out cold wasn’t as easy as it looked in the movies. But then, usually in the movies the guy doing the lifting was some buff, studly hero-type, not the chubby, balding, out-of-shape attorney type.
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Well, Rob thought, make that the ex-attorney type.
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The girl was limp and her arms and legs were flopping all over; he couldn’t get a good grip and she slipped right out of his arms.
Rob pulled her closer, so his chin bumped into her chest. He took a long, deep breath and caught a faint whiff of her perfume, the smell of cigarettes and alcohol and food on her clothes, in her hair. He hoped she couldn’t smell him. He tried and failed to ignore how soft she was, how nice her curves felt against him. Then he counted to three and straightened with a grunt.
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“Ooh, God!â€Â
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 A sharp spear of pain shot up his back.
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“Urg. Wow. That hurts. Uh, sorry…Sarah…it’s not you. I’m just a little out of shape.â€Â
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For a second Rob wished that he’d bothered to visit the company gym once or twice, or even taken Jack up on his endless offers for racquetball lessons. His thoughts drifted back to his father again, forcing him to carry wood on their infrequent camping trips when he was an even shorter, pudgier kid.
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Come on, you little pussy! Be a man! You’re stronger than that!
Rob locked his knees and staggered into his bedroom, the one, partially furnished room in his house, with Sarah’s limp body clutched tightly to his chest, her arms and legs dangling loosely. He lost his footing in a pile of laundry and tumbled with her onto his unmade bed. He scrambled off her like she was on fire and fell into a chair.
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There pussy-boy! I told you you could do it!
“Shut up, dad!†Rob shook his head and flipped on his television. He scanned the channels with his remote, and didn’t find a single news bulletin about the girl. He shut off the TV in disgust. He stood and stepped to the side of his bed.
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Sarah was sprawled out on the mattress with her torso twisted to one side and her arms and legs bent at odd angles; her long, curly hair billowed out underneath her head. The top of her blouse had become unbuttoned, just enough for him to catch a tantalizing glimpse of a black satin bra and the round flesh at the top of her breasts. The hem of her skirt had slipped up around her hips, giving him full view of her panties – the white, lacy panties he’d been fantasizing about just hours ago at the bar.
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Cold sweat beaded along his upper lip, and began trickling down his back.
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Rob couldn’t look. He told himself not to, that he had to be a gentleman. But he couldn’t not look. He reached down to straighten her skirt, and his hand brushed the soft skin of her thigh. He felt a sudden pang of desire, that burning in his gut that seemed to spread through his whole body, and jerked his hand away.
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“Um, Sarah?†He whispered to her, softly, as if she was sleeping. He nudged her shoulder. “Sarah? Are you awake?â€Â
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No answer. No movement. Rob nudged her again, gently rocking her body.
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“Sarah? Is that your name? Sarah?â€Â
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Rob sat down next to her. The mattress creaked under his weight, and she slid into him. He sighed with frustration, and absently touched her hair.
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“Maybe I could call the bar, and ask them who you are, or…†He shook his head. “No. That won’t work. That’ll just get somebody suspicious, and…and maybe they could trace the call with caller id…â€Â
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For a long minute he just sat next to her, watching her.
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“At least you’re breathing okay, I guess.â€Â
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He yawned, feeling the effects of all the stress from the day before; of being fired, all of the booze, the lack of sleep. He stood, grabbed a pillow off the bed and padded over to a chair, settled in.
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“I’ll just wait for you to wake up, then we can work this out.â€Â
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Rob tucked the pillow behind his head and kicked off his shoes, used his toes to peel off his damp, sweaty socks. He watched the girl for a few more minutes, feeling drowsy, until his heavy eyelids fell closed.
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A moment later, they both slept.
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Thursday, 7:46 pm
           Yvonne Craig slipped onto a barstool at MacTarahan’s and ordered a glass of white wine from Sammy. He served her with a flourish – she liked that about Sammy; he always had a smile for her, he always knew what she was drinking, and he never tried to hit on her.
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Of course, it helped that he was as gay as day was long.
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She liked coming into the bar about this time for much the same reasons. It rarely got busy until later in the evening, and most of the customers were regulars who knew to leave her alone.
He picked to clean glasses off a full tray and stuck them under the tap. Yvonne pursed her lips and took a drink, waited until he poured the drinks. The waitress picked up the tray and gave Yvonne a cheery grin. Yvonne managed to give something like a smile back, then turned her attention back to Sammy.
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“So?â€Â
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“A short, pudgy guy was in here looking for you, just a few minutes before you came in. I think it was the same guy who threw a fit in the lobby last night.â€Â
           “Mm. He threw another tizzy. We had to have security give him the heave-ho.â€Â
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           Rob, she thought. Must’ve been. “I didn’t see him when I got here.â€Â
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           “Guess he got the hint.†Sammy leaned forward. “So, what happened to your sugar daddy?â€Â
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           “Will you stop? That’s all finished.†Yvonne grinned demurely and crossed her legs. Sammy knew all about her little fling.
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           “I see. Running the office by yourself now?â€Â
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           “First day.†She nodded. “Vanden flew out this morning.â€Â
           “Will you shut up?†Yvonne laughed. It was a good, sexy laugh; nice and throaty. “Of course he did.â€Â
           “Ha. Let’s just say that I got to keep the car, and he had a nice limo ride to the airport.â€Â
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           “He gave you the Beamer?â€Â
           “Why can’t I find a man like that?
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           “Sometimes it helps to have a pair of these.†Yvonne pointed at her tits. “No offence.â€Â
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           “If that’s what it takes, I’ll start saving up.â€Â
           Sammy grinned and glanced over her shoulder. He leaned over the counter and whispered conspiratorially, “Girl, I bet I know something you don’t know.â€Â
           “Give it a second…â€Â
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           Yvonne took another drink and half-turned in her seat. A warm hand caressed the nape of her neck, sending a chill down her spine. Yvonne shivered. Soft lips touched the tip of her ear, and her cheek. The chill turned into a warm blush.
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           Yvonne looked up into Vanden Smith’s glittering eyes.
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She couldn’t get enough of those eyes. They were spellbinding. It was like he could see down into her soul with each glimpse, each sideways glance.
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           “Vanden? I thought you left…I mean…you’re supposed to be in New York tomorrow…?â€Â
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           “Ah, well. I do believe I’d rather be here, than twiddling my thumbs in an empty apartment in that noisy, dirty city.†He paused and grinned. “Or, rather, I’d rather be at your apartment, twiddling something else.â€Â
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***
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           Asleep in his chair, Rob’s body jerked and twisted suddenly.
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           In his dream, Rob was back at the bar, getting drunk off his ass. Sarah was at the side of the table, constantly refilling his drink, pouring more beer into his mug as fast as he could tip it back. He’d quaff a full, foaming mug, dribbling the dark amber fluid down his face and neck, into his lap, soaking himself, and then she’d clean him up, wiping his face and crotch with a filthy, wet towel that she’d stick back into the waistband of her apron.
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The dark man was still there too; sitting just across the table, laughing a deep, maniacal laugh and pinching Sarah’s ass every time she bent over to wipe the beer from Rob’s lap. But his face was lost; shrouded in darkness, blank like voided space. The only features Rob could make out were his blazing, coal red eyes, and a long, sharp pair of ash-white horns that protruded from the top of his skull.
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Don’t you like her ass, Rob? Don’t you want to squeeze it? Go ahead, give it a spank! Watch it jiggle!
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Rob spilled more beer down his front, and Sarah bent to with the towel, leaning over until her breasts popped out of her blouse, jiggling in her black bra. She looked up and smiled, licked her ruby lips with the tip of a dainty pink tongue as she rubbed at the damp cloth. With his cock straining to break free, Rob drained his mug as she began tugging at his zipper.
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Smoke drifted up from the dark man’s eyes. He ripped Sarah’s panties down around her knees and began slapping her ass until it turned a raw, glowing pink.
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Let her clean that mess up for you, Big Fella! Wrap a hand in that beautiful red hair and let her earn her keep! Hell, there’s enough here for everybody to take a turn!
Rob ran his fingers through Sarah’s soft curls, and she went down on him, taking him down to the hilt in a single mouthful. He felt the muscles in her slim neck contract and relax as she bobbed her head, working him.
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He slumped in his chair, enjoying the warmth of her mouth, and looked around the bar, which suddenly seemed an open, endless space. The other customers were barely visible; wavering, wraith-like shapes that stood from their tables, naked and aroused, and shambled towards Sarah, stroking their huge, erect genitals as they surrounded her.
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That’s right, my friend, enjoy her…that’s what she’s here for…
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Rob tried to bring them into focus, but the moist pressure enveloping his cock distracted him. He closed his eyes, and Sarah screamed as the first of the things entered her, shoving its erect, engorged member deep into her asshole.
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The pressure in Rob’s groin began to swell, and he laid both his hands on her head, forced her mouth back down on him. She grabbed at his ass, and he grunted and his hips jerked spastically as her body was shoved forward by the thing fucking her from behind...
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And all the while, the dark man cackled with glee…
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***
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Thursday, 8:46 pm
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           For the second time that day, Rob woke with a start, drenched in sweat. The electric clock on his dresser told him it was a quarter after nine.
Other than the glow from the clock, it was pitch black in the room. He had a raging headache, a throbbing boner, and he needed to piss like a racehorse. Rob groped along the wall, feeling his way to the bathroom. He unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the floor, then braced himself with his hands on the wall, leaning over his toilet, urine just barely trickling out of his swollen penis.
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“C’mon,†He urged. “Go, go, goddamn…fucking sleep-boner…â€Â
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Rob managed not to fall asleep again, standing up like that, or piss on his foot (which he thought was a major accomplishment). Several minutes later, he shook himself dry. He washed his hands and stared at himself in the mirror over the sink.
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God, he looked terrible.
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He scrubbed his face with cold water, filled up a cup and scrounged through his medicine cabinet until he found a couple aspirin. At least, he thought they were aspirin. He wasn’t sure. It didn’t really matter, the way his head felt like it was going to split down the middle.
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“Fuck it. If they kill me, at least the headache’ll go away.â€Â
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He took the chance, gulped the pills down and drained the water, then turned out the light. He padded back into his bedroom in his baggy boxers and t-shirt and crawled onto his bed. When he felt the warm body on the mattress next to him, he almost jumped out of his skin.
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“Holy shit!â€Â
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Rob flipped on the lamp. A soft glow filled the room, illuminating Sarah’s soft, curvy body. He squeezed his eyes shut; counted to ten and blinked them open. This was no dream. No fantasy. The girl was still there, on his bed. She was still out cold, lying in the same, sprawled out position she was in when he passed out that afternoon.
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Why wasn’t she awake yet? What the hell was she on? That date rape drug? What was it…Ecstasy? Hell, he’d imbibed half the beer and whiskey in the state during his little binge, and he’d been awake twice already…
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Hungover, yeah, sure, but awake.
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Rob reached over and shook her by the shoulder, hard.
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“Sarah! Hey! Wake up!â€Â
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He shouted her name again and shook her, over and over.
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Nothing.
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Not even the flicker of an eyelid. Just the slow, peaceful rise and fall of her chest. Her skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat; her flesh was warm and moist under his fingertips. He pulled her shoulder, turned her over onto her back.
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“Come on, please wake up.â€Â
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She was so pretty. Lying there, so close to her, his body began to tingle. The burning sensation started in his crotch and spread outwards. His cock perked back up, sticking straight out of his underpants. Snatches of a conversation floated back into his mind, unbidden.
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You mean, would I fuck her, or are you asking me if I’d rape her?
Let’s say rape. What if you could get away with it, without any sort of punishment? Would you attempt it? Would you enjoy it?
“Oh, God. What am I thinking?â€Â
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Admit it Rob. It’s not a sin to desire someone…
Rob licked his lips and scooted closer, thinking that he just wanted to look at her. The hem of her skirt was still pulled up around her waist, and the tip of his cock brushed her hip, grazing lightly along the soft skin of her thigh. A shiver ran through him.
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That’s right, my friend, enjoy her…that’s what she’s here for…
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His hand was shaking as he reached out to pull down her skirt.
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Don’t you like her ass, Rob? Don’t you want to squeeze it? Go ahead, give it a spank! Watch it jiggle!
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Rob was panting; sweat beading on his forehead and his cock throbbed painfully, his whole body shaking. The ugly voice continued in his thoughts, goading him on.
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She’ll never know…
Rob swallowed hard, the spit sticking in his throat. He touched her belly, watched his hand slide slowly up her stomach to her breasts. He cupped the breast closest to him, squeezed it gently, and watched the girls face for the faintest sign that she might notice, that she might wake up and start screaming, RAPE, RAPE!
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But she was quiet.
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Her back seemed to arch a bit, mashing her tit into his hand. Rob reached across her chest, letting his cock press flat against her thigh, and squeezed her other breast. This time he was positive; a low moan started, from deep in her throat, and her nipple poked through the material of her blouse, rubbed against the sweaty palm of his hand.
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“Oh, God…†he murmured, and ran his fingertips lightly over her nipples, until they were hard as little rocks. He licked his lips and rubbed his crotch against her leg. He was so horny, he felt dizzy. “I’m sorry, Sarah. I’m sorry…â€Â
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He unbuttoned her blouse carefully, peeling the light, damp material back and uncovering her belly. Rob licked his dry lips and drank her in. She was slim, but curvy; with pale skin splashed with a spattering of freckles. Her breasts were larger that he’d expected, pooled into round, melon-shaped mounds on her chest, tucked into her pretty black bra. Her belly button was pierced with a silver clamp and circled with an elaborate tattoo of a butterfly. More tattoos covered her upper arms.
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He pulled the cups of her bra down, exposing her pink, pierced nipples. They reminded him of tiny, ripe strawberries. His erection throbbed again, and he felt the first bit of cum ooze out and smear along her thigh.
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Rob leaned over and kissed the top of her chest, her breasts, tasting her, licking her nipples. The muscles in her stomach twitched when he ran his hand back down her belly, down to her crotch. He felt the soft mound of pubic hair hidden underneath the material of her lacy panties, and he cupped her gently between her legs.
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Her panties were soaking wet, and this time, she moaned. Her neck and back arched and her hips jerked up, pushing her tit right into his mouth. His fingers twisted around the elastic band of her panties, pulling them roughly out of the way, and his fingers almost slipped right into her warm, wet pussy. ÂÂ
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“Oh, God, Oh God…â€Â
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Rob could hardly breathe, and his heart was racing.
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The only thing in his mind now was that he wanted – no, had to be inside her.
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He raised himself up so he was kneeling over her and yanked off his t-shirt. He gently pulled her panties off, slipping them down her smooth, tan legs, and threw them onto the floor. He spread her legs slowly, until they were wide enough that he could shuffle across the covers and ease himself between them.
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“I want you so bad…†he whispered.
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Her pussy was covered with a nice, trim bush of fine, orange-red pubic hair. He ran his hand over her pink lips, felt another, tiny ring piercing the little nub of her clit. He eased himself on top of her and let the tip of his cock find its way.
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Another small, quiet cry came from her lips, and Rob barely registered that her arms and legs wrapped tight around his body. He sighed as he slipped fully inside her, and pillowed his head at the side of her throat.
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He was already moving, almost unconsciously grinding his hips against her, driving himself deeper into her.
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“Oh, my God…â€Â
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Her pussy clamped around his cock, massaging him. He bit her shoulder to stifle a cry of pleasure and hooked his arms under her armpits, trying to will himself even further inside her. Deliriously, he felt her hips moving in a slow circle underneath him; her belly button ring dug into the soft folds of his gut, making him grunt and swear.
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Rob wanted to kiss her. He levered himself up onto his elbows, nipping at her neck, kissing the point of her chin. She hissed and arched her back, driving her head into the pillows. Some dim part of Rob’s mind registered pain as she raked sharp fingernails across his back, digging bloody furrows in his flesh.
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He groaned and pressed his lips on hers. They parted with a sigh, and he felt her little tongue flick into his hot mouth, probing. He sucked at it like a sweet piece of candy, tasted a metallic tang, felt the small nub of another piercing, a barbell thrust through her tongue.
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Deep in his groin, his orgasm began to build, and he started to pump her, fucking her hard and fast. Their kisses became rushed and frenzied, and her legs clamped around his waist, pulling him closer, until his body couldn’t hold out any longer.
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Rob stiffened as he came, and he heard a voice through his delirium, a feminine voice, as if from far away…
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“Fuck yeah, cum in me baby…â€Â
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He jerked once, twice, and shivered with pleasure; then collapsed onto her soft flesh. He lay right on top of her, drowsy and content, letting the girl hold him. She kissed and stroked his hair, whispering sweet, quiet things into his ear. Rob felt his cock grow limp inside her.
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He vaguely wondered when it was she woke up. And why she didn’t run out of the house, screaming for the police?
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But he was so tired, it all barely mattered.
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As his eyes fluttered closed, Rob realized he hadn’t even bothered to take off his underpants. That little faux pas embarrassed him for a second, but then he was fading again.
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***
Thursday, 9:10 pm
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Half a city away, Yvonne Craig was on her hands and knees in her rumpled bed getting fucked hard from behind, doggy-style. Her clothes were torn away and Vanden Smith’s cock was buried deep in her pussy.
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She had her hand shoved down between her legs, her fingers furiously rubbing her clit.
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“Oh, God, I’m coming…†she moaned, and her body began to quiver.
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His big, hairy balls slapped against her knuckles while he fucked her, and she cried out, spraying his thighs with her cum while he groped her tits. The bed was already soaked underneath her. She gasped as her orgasm ripped through her body, curling her toes. The wet spot got even larger.
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He felt so big tonight. Huge. He completely filled her, almost to the point that it was painful when he’d started. Yvonne didn’t remember him to be quite this…vigorous before, either, but right now she was loving every sweaty minute of it.
But Vanden stopped screwing her. He pulled out of her and crawled off the bed, then rooted around on the floor for a second. When he found what he was looking for he stood back up, then flipped her over onto her back.
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He had her stockings in one hand, and he was grinning happily.
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“Okay,†She nodded.
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He used her knees to lever her legs open and crawled back onto the bed, then squirmed closer to her pussy. Yvonne scooted backwards so her head was propped up on the pillows. She gripped his pulsing cock in her sweaty hand and guided him back inside her.
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He shoved in with a grunt of satisfaction. She grabbed him by the ass and gave him a good, hard squeeze, digging her fingernails into his butt-cheeks.
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She looked up into his eyes. He was grinning at her, sweat dripping down his face…
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He is bigger, she thought as he leaned over her, the stockings clutched in his fist. How could that happen? One of those pump things, maybe?
She let him pin her arms over her head, and he roughly tied her wrists to the headboard. Vanden kissed her hard on the lips. Yvonne felt him give her tits another tweak, and then his hands were moving up her body, closing around her neck.
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She moaned, arching her back with excitement.
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Then he started to squeeze.
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At first, it didn’t hurt. Yvonne just felt a thrill, felt that much more aroused, and she tried to smile up at him, to let him know she was okay, that she was enjoying it. She knew he liked it like this, the feeling of power it gave him.
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He looks so, so sexy…
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But then he put his arms and shoulders into it, and the thrill disappeared.
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The muscles in his arms bulged, and something in her neck popped loudly. Yvonne kicked and bucked. She thrashed under him, using all of her strength, but he wouldn’t let go. She was tied too tight, and he had all the leverage.
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He squeezed and squeezed, grinning down at her, his sweat dripping onto her face, pooling on her chest. She couldn’t get air, and his cock was hurting her now. It felt like it was swelling, getting even bigger inside her, like it was going to split her apart
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Yvonne tried to scream, but could only manage a feeble squeak.
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As her world went black, his fingers pressed even tighter, and the sweet, soulful brown eyes she’d loved so much changed and began to glow with a strange light of their own.
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***
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Friday, 11:10 am
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Rob woke up to fresh air blowing through an open window and the chirping of birds. He snuggled deeper into his tangled sheets, but then there was something else, a sound that took him a minute to recognize.
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           Someone was humming, singing quietly in a soft, pretty voice.
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           Rob tried to roll over as quietly as he could, but she saw him. He stared, open-mouthed, as Sarah stepped out of the shower and used one of his towels to dry off. Puffs of steam rolled out of the open bathroom door.
           She grinned and turned back to the mirror, rubbed at the condensation with the palm of her hand.
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           “You sleep like a rock.â€Â
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“Um.†Rob croaked again. He stared in disbelief.
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Her back was covered with tattoos, from her shoulders down to her ass. She wrapped her wet hair up in the towel, smiled at him through the mirror and squirted some of his toothpaste onto his toothbrush, started scrubbing. She spit and rinsed, then patted her lips with a towel hanging on the wall rack next to the mirror.
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           “So, are you gonna get up today?â€Â
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           She turned on her heel and marched back into the bedroom, plopped down on the bed next to him and began rummaging through a pile of clothes.
           “Cool. Hey – why don’t you have any furniture? I don’t mean to be snoopy, but I got hungry and had a bowl of cereal. There wasn’t anywhere to sit. Except on the box thing in your living room.â€Â
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           “I just bought the house. I work…er, worked a lot, so I usually ate at the office. The house was an investment. Furniture just didn’t seem like a big deal.â€Â
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           “Oh. Like, a place to crash when you’re not at work, right?†Rob nodded. “Don’t you have a girlfriend?â€Â
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           Rob laughed. It came out sounding more like a burp.
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           “That’s what I thought. No way you could live like this if you weren’t single. You should at least get a bigger bed.â€Â
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           She found a clean pair of panties, a tiny blue pair about the size of Rob’s pinkie, and slipped them on, raising her legs and then lying back on the bed to pull them over her butt.
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           “You kinda messed up the stuff in my pack. Didn’t your mom ever teach you it’s not nice to go through other people’s things?â€Â
           She rolled over and scooted next to him, straddled his hips.
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           “S’okay. Wow, hey, look at you, big boy…ready to take on the day, huh?†She poked his cock with her finger, then wiggled on top of him. “Like these panties? They’re crotchless. I bought them just for you.â€Â
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           “R-really?†Suddenly Rob wasn’t paying attention to her underpants, exactly.
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           “Yeah, like a present – oh, whoops, not in there!†She wiggled a little more. “I get a special pair for every guy I know. So it’s special.â€Â
Rob thought his dick was going to explode. Sarah braced her hands on his chest and raised her ass, just enough to catch the head of his dick in her pussy, then settled back down, swiveling her hips until he was buried in her. She unwrapped the towel and tossed it on the floor, then snuggled next to him, her wet hair sticking to her face.
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“Who…who are you?†Rob managed.
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She smiled. “Don’t you remember? I was your waitress? At the bar? A couple nights ago? You were there with your friend, that really sexy guy with the intense eyes? Nice to see I made an impression. I’m Sarah. Didn’t you get the note?â€Â
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“I remember you. But…I was a little drunk, I think.†Rob remembered the paper, pinned to her blouse. “I got the note, or a note. It was pinned to your shirt.â€Â
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“Mm-hmm.†She nuzzled his cheek with her nose, started rocking her hips back and forth. “I thought it would explain stuff.â€Â
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“Yeah, I, guess. B-but, who…I mean, why…are you here…?â€Â
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She gave him an odd look.
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“Hey, are you okay with this? I mean, if you’re worried I might get pregnant, don’t be. The pill is my friend, you know?â€Â
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“No, it’s not that. It’s just…â€Â
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“Like, what? I don’t use anymore, and I only let Tony do my Tat’s, so I know his needles are clean, and I get tested once every…â€Â
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“No, no, no…It’s…â€Â
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“What, d’you have something? Oh, shit! He said you were a virg…â€Â
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Rob scowled. “No, no. I don’t have any diseases…â€Â
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“Wait a minute. I get it. You’re afraid I’ve got a jealous boyfriend, huh?â€Â
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Oh, shit, Rob thought. This  is so fucked up.
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“Well…I…â€Â
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“Look, I know Russ was a freak, but he never really hurt anybody. Kenny’s a little fucked up, but he doesn’t get out for another six months. So that’s cool.â€Â
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“Six…months?†Rob’s penis wasn’t quite so happy anymore. He felt it waver inside her, getting ready to run for cover.
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 “Mm-hm. And don’t worry about Tony. I can handle him. He’s just a pussycat, you know? He just wants me to be happy, and all that.â€Â
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“Oh, well. That’s not it either, see…â€Â
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Rob tried to pull himself together. Not easy. He scooted backwards until he was propped up on the pillows. She followed him every inch of the way.
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“I…I thought you were dead. I mean, you were in the coffin thing, and…and then you wouldn’t wake up, and…now…this.†He waved his hands, at her and the bed, as if that would explain everything. “I don’t understand what’s going on.â€Â
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“You mean, you don’t know? He said you’d like it.â€Â
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“He said what?â€Â
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“That night at the bar? You guys left, and then your friend came back about an hour later. He told me what happened to you, you poor guy.â€Â
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She gave him a tender kiss on the tip of his nose and wiggled her butt. Rob was having trouble concentrating.
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“Anyway, he told me all about you, how you wanted to talk to me and all that, that you guys thought up this whole, y’know, scenario. But you were too shy, so he asked me if I wanted to meet you. He was very sweet.†She patted his chest. “And I thought you were cute.â€Â
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“So…so you let yourself get locked in…in a box? By some guy you don’t know, because you thought I was…cute?â€Â
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“Yeah. Well. You know. Sure. You guys are really fucking kinky.â€Â
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For some people, that’s simply a turn on. Do you realize how many women fantasize about being attacked?
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“Kinky.†Rob repeated. “You liked that?â€Â
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“Oh, yeah. The whole idea really turned me on. Like last night, when you thought I was still fucked up? I thought I was going to die waiting for you to make a move. But, wow. I haven’t cum like that in a long time.†She sighed wistfully. “Why are you looking at me like that?â€Â
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“Because, because you could’ve gotten killed! Or...â€Â
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“Psh. I know girls who do stuff lots weirder than this for a date.â€Â
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“You can’t be serious.â€Â
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“Oh, yeah. Hey, you ever go to S&M shows? Wild.â€Â
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Unbelievable. This doesn’t even faze her.
 “Do you even know what he gave you? I couldn’t wake you up. I didn’t know if I should call the police, or…â€Â
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“Yeah, well, no. It’s funny, but I can’t remember too much. After your friend and I talked, I mean. I don’t know what he gave me. I mean, I don’t remember him actually giving me anything. Maybe he slipped something into my drink. I guess whatever it was sure knocked me out. I don’t remember anything after that until I woke up here in your bed.†She smiled and touched a finger to his lips. “Look, I’ve need to leave for class pretty soon, and I have to work late tonight, so lets have a little fun before I go, ‘kay?â€Â
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“Really? I mean, you want to stay?
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“Well, yeah.†She grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts. She made him rub her nipples until they were hard little knots. “I can come back before work too, if you want to get some dinner tonight.â€Â
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“Dinner…sounds good…â€Â
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She smiled again, and smothered Rob with little kisses. He liked the way her body felt, how her nipple rings tickled his chest when she leaned over. He still didn’t get it, but all his questions about the night before suddenly didn’t seem to matter too much.
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“I packed enough stuff for a week, if you want me to stay. Your friend thought you might want some company for a while.â€Â
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“Oh. Okay.†Rob wasn’t sure what he was supposed to say next. “So, what class…â€Â
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“I’m a psychology major. I want to get into people’s heads.â€Â
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“Oh.â€Â
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“Now, quiet, okay?†She kissed him, and Rob closed his eyes again.
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           “Whew.†She tickled him. “You should brush your teeth.â€Â
           And then somebody started pounding on the front door.
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***
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Friday, 11:32 am
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           “Well, holy shit,†exclaimed the delivery guy, peeking through the half-open door. His eyes went wide when he saw Sarah. Rob had tried to get her to put something on, but she just jumped up on his back and made him carry her into the living room.
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“Look at you! That yer girlfriend?â€Â
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           Rob grimaced and stood there dumbly, hunched over with Sarah still clinging, naked, to his back. He was holding together a bathrobe with one hand and trying to keep her from yanking it open with the other. Rob raised his eyebrows. “Did you forget something?â€Â
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           “Huh? Oh, no. Nope. I got another delivery for ya. Same thing as last time.â€Â
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***
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           Sarah and the delivery guy both wanted to stay and watch Rob open the new crate. Rob forced the guy outside and slammed the door, then turned back to Sarah. His blood was racing.
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He had an idea who might be in the new crate.
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“Oh, come on. Let me see!†Sarah was walking around the crate, knocking on the rough pine slats. “Please?â€Â
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Rob shook his head.
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“I don’t think so.â€Â
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“It’s another girl, huh?â€Â
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“I don’t know.â€Â
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“We gonna have a three-some tonight?â€Â
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Rob sighed.
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“I don’t know.â€Â
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She stamped her little foot in frustration. “C’mon. Please?â€Â
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“Look, you…go on to class, okay? I think I should be alone to open this up.â€Â
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“You could take me to school.â€Â
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“Sure! I… No I can’t. My car isn’t here. I could call you a cab though…â€Â
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“Forget it. Is there a bus stop around?â€Â
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“Yeah, just down the street. That way.â€Â
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“I could just stay and help you with…â€Â
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“No way.†Suddenly Rob felt like he was talking to a naked, tattooed child. “Go to school.â€Â
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Sarah pouted, but stomped back into the bedroom.
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Rob followed her and watched her get dressed. She pulled on a pair of worn, faded jeans, and then wiggled, bra-less, into a t-shirt that was cut off at the waist, high enough to show off her belly button. She stepped into a pair of tall, black pumps and tossed an old, straw cowboy hat on her head.
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Sarah turned in a semi-circle, posing for him. Rob thought that she almost looked even sexier dressed. Her clothes clung to every curve, accentuated the slope of her hips, the swell of her breasts. He could just make out her nipple-rings under the thin t-shirt.
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“Well? How do I look?â€Â
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“Um.†Rob swallowed. “Fantastic. Just like a psychiatrist…er, psychologist. Whatever. I’d pay to lie on your couch so you could…uh, get in my head.â€Â
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“You’re sweet.â€Â
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She kissed his cheek, and he followed her back into the living room.
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“This is for you, because you’re so cute…â€Â
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She opened the door and kissed him again passionately, pressing her body tightly against him. Rob noticed the delivery driver sitting in the cab of his truck, staring with his mouth open.
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Sarah broke her clinch and punched him hard on the shoulder.
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“…And that’s for being an asshole. You’d better show me what’s in there when I get back.â€Â
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With that, she bounced off the steps. Rob grinned, watching her hips sway as she strutted down the street. When she disappeared around a corner, the delivery guy gave him a big, double thumbs up.
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Rob shut the door and went looking for his hammer.
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***
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Friday, noon
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           A little elbow grease, and then more pine boards littered Rob’s living room.
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           Rob’s stomach was doing flip-flops again. He was sweating, and he held another envelope in his hand. It had been resting on top of the new coffin, which was lying smack-dab in the middle of his living room, right next to the first one.
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           A deep voice was burning in his ears, one he thought he’d never hear again, whispering…
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           What is it you want, Rob?
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           He ripped the envelope open, and sliced another gash along the side his thumb. In a daze, he pulled out the familiar parchment. The blood smeared the paper, and the words slowly began to appear…
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           Rob read the note and dropped the paper. There was a small burst of flame. He tossed it into the fireplace and watched it burn out. Rob took a step forward. The room spun around him as he stumbled to the coffin.
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He found the lock easily. He pressed his bloody thumb into the warm, smooth indentation…
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           The latch clicked open, and Rob closed his eyes.
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           He raised the lid, his own words ringing in his ears.
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           I wish they were dead…
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Rob opened his eyes, and stared down at the pale body nestled into the soft satin lining. He looked at the dark hair, her brown eyes, wide open with surprise, staring at some point off into the distance. He saw the torn silk stockings, still wrapped tightly around her wrists, the other marks on her naked body...
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Rob touched the cold, bruised flesh around her slim neck, and he began to weep.
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He knew this one wouldn’t wake up.
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And then someone was pounding loudly on his front door.
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           “Robert Wiltsey?†The voice shouted from behind Rob’s front door. “This is the police. Detective’s Paul and Ronsky. We’d like to ask you a few questions.â€Â
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           Oh.
No.
The pounding continued.
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“Mr. Wiltsey? We know you’re in there. We spoke with the somebody who just made a delivery to you. Open up, so we can talk.â€Â
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Rob stood up, swaying on unsteady legs.
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“What? Why?†he gasped.
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There was a pause. Rob could hear voices, whispering.
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“We know you were at the airport this morning. You dropped your ID in the bathroom.â€Â
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Rob stared at the coffin again. What were they talking about, the airport? He’d never left the house!
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           “We have everything on tape, Mr. Wiltsey. Eye witnesses placing you at the scene. Why don’t you make this easy on yourself and just open the door.â€Â
Rob glanced at the door, then at the body in the coffin. Tears streamed down his face.
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“No! I…I can’t! I can’t…â€Â
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Outside, detectives Paul and Ronsky nodded to each other and pulled their weapons, took position. Behind them, neighbors were gathering around the truck still parked in the street, curious and gossiping.
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Paul nodded again, and Ronsky kicked in the door.
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           Rob fell over the coffin as the detectives swarmed into his house.
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           Two pistols were leveled at him. He heard another crash as his back door was smashed in, heavy footfalls running through the house. Men shouting.
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           “Robert Wiltsey? You’re under arrest for the murder of Vanden Smith! You have the right to…Holy shit!â€Â
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***
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           Jack pulled up in Rob’s Lexus as the detectives were dragging Rob out of the house, his arms handcuffed behind his back.
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Rob saw him and started screaming.
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“Jack! Jack! Tell them I didn’t do it! Tell them! You know me! He knows me! Just talk to him…â€Â
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Detective Ronsky shoved Rob brutally into an unmarked police car. Detective Paul casually sauntered over to where Jack was standing, thunderstruck.
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           “You know this guy?†Detective Paul jerked his thumb over his shoulder, pointing at the police car.
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           “Yeah. I work with him. Or…I did, I mean.â€Â
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           “You work for Vanden Smith?â€Â
           “He’s gonna need a good one.†Paul fished a notebook and a pen out of a pocket. “What’s your name.â€Â
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           “Jack…Jack Swanson.†Jack shook his head. “What’s going on?â€Â
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           The detective studied Jack for a moment, wondering how much to tell him to get him talking. Then he puckered his lips and sighed. If this guy had watched television at all that morning, he’d already know about the murder, and the two missing women.
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           “We understand Mr. Wiltsey was let go a few days ago.â€Â
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           “Yeah, yeah. There was a meeting…and Rob thought he was going to get a promotion, but Vanden gave it to someone else, and…â€Â
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           “He promoted Yvonne Craig instead of this guy?â€Â
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           “Yeah,†Jack nodded. “and then they fired him.â€Â
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           “He was seen at a company party a few days ago. The restaurant manager filed a complaint, said that he was causing a disturbance.â€Â
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           Jack looked at his feet. “Yeah, he showed up at a party a little drunk. I guess he said some things he shouldn’t have…â€Â
           “He said he was gonna kill them.â€Â
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           Paul stared at him. Jack flashed a grin.
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           “No. You don’t thing Rob really…â€Â
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           Detective Paul glanced over at the police car, the man screaming in the backseat.
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           “Maybe you should come down to the station and give a statement.â€Â
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           Jack leaned on the side of the Lexus and watched along with the rest of the neighbors as the police car pulled a u-turn and accelerated down the road. He watched Rob’s terrified face until the car turned a corner and was gone.
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           That’s when he saw the girl, slowly walking up the sidewalk. She held a beat up old cowboy hat clamped down on her head with one hand, and her eyes were wide open with shock. She stopped on the sidewalk right in front of Jack.
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Officers had cordoned off the street in front of Rob’s house. No one except the police could get close. The girl looked at all the cops bustling around, shook her head.
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“Hey.†Jack piped up. “Anything wrong?â€Â
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She noticed him for the first time. “What happened? Why are all the cops here?â€Â
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Jack shrugged. “They think Rob killed somebody.â€Â
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“What? No…no way.â€Â
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 “That’s what the news is saying too.†He shrugged again. “ Killed his old boss and some chick too. Fit of anger kinda thing.â€Â
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Jack pushed off the car and stood next to the girl. She was still staring up at the house.
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“Wow.†She whispered.
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“Yeah,†he agreed. “Crazy, huh?â€Â
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“I’ve gotta get in there.â€Â
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“What? Why?â€Â
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“I…knew him. I’ve got stuff in there.â€Â
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“No way they’re gonna let you inside. I think they’d probably haul anybody that tries away. You know, for questioning.â€Â
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“Shit. Really?â€Â
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“Probably.†He glanced down at her, smiled. “Hey, I’m Jack.â€Â
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She looked up at him. Finally. Into his eyes.
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“Jack…I’m Sarah.â€Â
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“You really knew him, huh? You his girlfriend?â€Â
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“Oh, no. I mean, we just met a few days ago…â€Â
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“Huh.â€Â
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Sarah stared, transfixed. The guy had the weirdest eyes. It was like they burned right into her soul. She couldn’t seem to look away…
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“Hey, how about a drink?â€Â
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“Really?â€Â
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“Sure.†He smiled. “We can talk all about it.â€Â
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Jack opened the car door and helped Sarah inside. He shut the door and stepped around to the driver’s side. He took a last look at Rob’s house, and grinned, the flesh of his face melting away, his fiery red eyes burning.
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“Bye, Rob-meister. Wish you the best. Buddy.â€Â
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The dark man opened the door and eased into the soft leather seat. A moment later, they were both gone.
Sarah looked through the window to watch her friend. The room was filled on both sides with what looked like bushes or small trees; Emma was walking slowly across a clearing of lush green grass. Sarah was looking around to see what sort of creature this Shriivaak thing was but couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. Emma had stopped in the middle of the clearing about 15 feet from the window and turned to look at Sarah, she smiled and waved. Sarah smiled and raised her hand to wave back. She saw something shoot across the clearing and gave a shriek as it whipped around Emma’s waist.
It was long, greenish brown and was as thick as Emma’s arm, Sarah followed it back to see what creature it belonged to but it just disappeared into the foliage. Sarah presse
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d herself against the glass but saw that Emma was smiling, apparently in no distress. Emma raised a hand to wave; another thing shot out, a little thinner than the first and wrapped itself around her wrist, quickly followed by more. In an instant Emma’s arms and legs were held fast by these things. Sarah stared at them, what she had first taken to be some sort of vine was in fact part of an animal, the thickest one, holding her waist, undulated along its length; Sarah could now see it had suckers on the underside, rather like an octopus. All the tentacles had suckers and the ones holding Emma’s wrists and ankles, the girl was struggling but her limbs were slowly pulled apart, stretching her spread-eagled above the ground. Sarah could now see that some sort of slimy substance was being secreted by the tentacles, and her friend’s body was soon glistening from the stuff. Another tentacle shot from the bushes and wrapped itself around Emma’s throat, Emma smiled, tilted her head back and opened her mouth, the tentacle slid around her throat, the free end growing longer, it waved in the air for a moment, reminding Sarah of a snake swaying before a snake charmers pipe, and then slid into Emma’s open mouth.
"It must be going all the way into her belly." gasped Sarah as more of the thing slithered around her throat and slid into the girl’s mouth. "Is it going to lay eggs?" asked Sarah turning to Siree.
"No mistress," answered the blue giantess, "it is inserting enzymes to prepare your friend. Do not worry they are harmless and have no lasting side effects, the eggs will be placed inside her through her cunt."
Sarah again blushed at the blue woman’s crude use of words, she glanced at Siree and wondered if the alien was purposefully doing it to see her blush. Sarah turned back to the window, her friend was struggling weakly in the grip of the tentacles, Sarah could see the ones on her arms and legs tighten and pull harder to stretch her out.
She turned back to Siree, "Are you sure they are not hurting her?"
Siree turned her beautiful eyes to Sarah, "Your friend is perfectly safe mistress, there are some rooms where pain is inflicted to those that want it,” she reached out and stroked Sarah’s arm reassuringly, “this is not one of them."
"Oh." said Sarah, she turned back to watch the tentacle pulsating as it pumped, whatever down Emma’s throat. "Have you ever been with any of these...... ’ Sarah couldn't think of a collective name, "of these" she finished lamely waving her hand to encompass all of the rooms.
Siree smiled down at her, "No mistress I have only coupled with my own species........so far" she added after a pause, her hand lingered on Sarah’s arm for a while longer and then she removed it, turning to look at what was happening in the room.
Sarah never noticed the pause but she looked at her arm where Siree had touched her, and looked at the tall alien before pressing her face against the window, Emma now hung limp in the grip of the tentacles.
"She's passed out!" she cried.
"No mistress, the enzymes have begun to work, she is fully aware of what is happening."
"Oh." said Sarah, "OOOOHHH LOOK!"
From the bushes a "thing" appeared, it seemed to be a cross between a slug and a caterpillar, two huge compound eyes, rather like a fly's, sat on the top, Sarah couldn't bring herself to think of it as a head as it seemed just one big lump. It was reticulated like a caterpillar but slithered along the ground like a slug. It was about the size of a horse and moved rather quickly considering it’s size and how it got along. Two more tentacles shot out from the thing, much thinner than the rest and almost transparent, these wrapped themselves around Emma’s breasts, which had grown considerably whilst Sarah’s attention was on the appearance of the Shriivaak. The tentacles squeezed the distended breasts and milk squirted out across the clearing, a few drops hitting the window.
Sarah gasped, "Oh just like Becky" she whispered. She watched mesmerised as the ends of the two tentacles gripping her friends breasts opened up like funnels and attached themselves to the spurting nipples. She watched them undulating and could clearly see the milk being pushed along them. Emma was lifted higher into the air as the thing got closer to her. It seemed to gather in upon itself, getting taller, Sally could see where all the tentacles were attached in two rows to the main body of the thing. In the middle of the two rows of tentacles was a lighter patch of what looked like pairs of square plates. The plates snapped open and moved apart revealing a cavity, somewhat like a bucket seat. The cavity was oozing slime and Sarah watched as a lump at the base of the cavity grew. It was green and covered in bumps and tiny waving red tendrils. Slime oozed out from large pores and Sarah watched, suddenly envious, as her friend was lowered towards the 'cock' as Sarah assumed it was, or at least that was its function.
"The red tendrils are very sensitive and give the Shriivaak pleasure while coupling." said Siree helpfully, "your friend has been impaled on it many times."
Sarah suddenly realised that her gown was open and she was rubbing her own cunt, she no longer cared who saw her and began to squeeze her own left breast, pinching and twisting on the nipple that grew hard between her fingers.
Emma was struggling weakly as Sarah watched her being lowered onto the big ugly cock. She saw her friend’s pussy lips being spread open to receive it and then the tentacles plumped her down on it hard. She was then lifted up and then down again, like the creature was using her to masturbate. Sarah gave a cry as an orgasm rushed through her body. She leaned against the window, her forehead against the cool glass, unable to take her eyes from the sight of her best friend being fucked by a nightmare for outer space. Suddenly the thing started to shudder and rammed Emma down onto its cock. Where they were joined Sarah could see the base of the cock pulsating as something was being pumped into Emma’s cunt. She stared wide eyed as her friend belly began to swell; soon she looked like she was eight months pregnant. The thing gave a final shudder and then lifted the limp body off its rapidly shrinking cock, a bluish white substance oozed from her gaping cunt and ran down her legs. Emma’s slime covered body was dumped unceremoniously onto the ground as the slug like creature withdrew it’s tentacles and slithered back into the concealing foliage.
Emma had got to her knees and smiled weakly at Sarah, Sarah smiled back and waved, she looked at Siree and the alien pressed a switch.
"A..are you alright?" asked Sarah.
Emma smiled, "Ohh yesssss, that was fantastic, its cock feels so good inside you." her hands were rubbing her slime coated belly as she spoke, "the bumps on it really drive you wild and.......oohh they are moving!"
Sarah's mouth dropped open as she saw lumps appearing on the swollen belly of her friend, something was moving inside her and she could clearly see them rippling through the skin.
"You really have to watch this" gasped Emma as she cumbersomely lay on her back and pulled up her knee's, her thighs spread wide. She sat up as far as she could, resting on her elbows. Looking down between her own spread thighs.
Sally stared at the wet glistening pussy of her friend and then gave an involuntary cry as a small green tentacle pushed out of the glistening slit. Another followed then another, till Sarah couldn't tell how many were there. She watched fascinated as her friends cunt slowly started to open and a green purplish lump appeared, a loud moan came from Emma. The tentacles pushed on the side of her opening and suddenly the body of the thing shot out onto the ground where it writhed and struggled to get out of a kind of membrane. It was about 8 inches long, thicker than Sarah's arm and probably the ugliest thing she had ever seen. She looked up at Emma’s face and saw that her friends head was thrown back.
"Did that hurt?" she asked anxiously.
"Oooohhhh nooo," murmered Emma, raising hr head to look at her friend, " quite the opposite it was....aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Sally watched more tentacles emerge from the still gaping hole as the next little monster started its struggle out into the light. This one emerged quicker as the way was obviously easier after the first had "blazed" the trail.
"H...how many will be in her?" Sarah asked Siree, unable to take her eyes off the next one slithering out.
"There will be probably 8 or 9, that is the usual, although there have been as many as 20 in some."
Sarah watched as the first thing to emerge was now slithering up the rounded belly of her friend. As it got to her swollen tits a small tentacle emerged to cover the nipple of one of the still leaking breasts, Sally could see milk being sucked down the tube into the slimy creature. Emma was crooning at it and stroking it as it suckled; another was making its way up to the spare tit. Emma's crooning was interrupted by moans of pleasure as one after the other the things slid out of her belly.
Sarah counted 9 of the things slithering and writhing around and all over their "mother", two of the beasts were suckling on Emma’s large milk filled tits, the others were crawling all over her body, seemingly awaiting their tuen. Sarah shuddered trying to imagine what it must feel like. Emma's belly had visibly gone down, and seemed like it would be back to normal very soon. She wondered why there were no stretch marks if Emma had done this many times, and asked Siree.
“Have you not seen any of the medications that have been introduced to your planet from the peoples of the Universe?” asked Siree seeming to be a little astonished at Sarah’s ignorance.
Sarah blushed a, little embarrassed, “Well not really, I ha………”
Suddenly a bright blue streak appeared from the opposite side of the clearing and a tentacle grabbed one of the creatures, which gave a loud squeal as it was whisked off into the bushes. Two more tentacles appeared and two more of the “babies” were grabbed, the remaining creatures slid off rapidly in the opposite direction squealing loudly.
Sarah turned to Siree in panic, "WHAT'S HAPPENING??"
Siree put a comforting hand on her shoulder, "Don't worry mistress, watch."
Sarah turned back to the window and saw her friend struggling to get to her feet, she didn't notice as Siree slid the robe from her body leaving her standing naked.
Emma was almost standing as the first tentacle wrapped around her leg, very quickly two more wrapped around her waist and another around her wrist, Emma pulled against them but was held fast. Another creature slithered from the bushes. It more closely resembled a slug and was, if anything, more hideous than its predecessor. Four eyes on stalks bobbed up and down as it slithered into view, the stalks they were on grew until they were regarding Emma from all sides.
“What’s that?”
“There are many species of Shriivaak, but they all share a common origin.”
Sarah hardly noticed that Siree’s hand stayed on her shoulder; she was a little worried by the things mouth, which seemed to take up half of the body of the thing, and was filled with large pointed teeth. Emma was now held fast about 5 feet from the ground, as before her arms and legs were spread wide and a tentacle slid down her throat pumping more stuff into her belly. Her tits grew even bigger and milk was squirting out everywhere before two tentacles wrapped around them and started to suckle. Two very thin tentacles appeared and Sarah saw that they had tiny pincers at the end. These moved to Emma’s crotch and took hold of her pussy lips, pulling them apart, spreading her wide. Sarah looked at the creature expecting another cavity to open, but instead a thick slimy tentacle slowly emerged, slithering across the grass for a while before rearing up and plunging straight into Emma’s cunt.
Emma's body jerked as the thick cock-like appendage drove inside her; it pumped in and out as Emma thrashed around as much as the restraining tentacles would allow her. Sarah gasped as she could see four large lumps travelling along the slimy length that was fucking her friend. They were the size of grapefruit and were obviously the eggs of the creature. The first reached the stretched hole of Emma and for a moment was stuck at the entrance. Sarah wondered how it was going to get inside when she saw her friends cunt slowly stretch around it and the first one disappeared. The other three followed quickly now that her hole was so stretched, Sarah expected the thing to withdraw as the other had, but it still continued to fuck her. Another tentacle appeared and this one pushed its way into the ass hole of Emma. Emma was speared on two stalks, both fucking her like crazy.
Sarah turned to Siree, "Aren't the eggs going to hatch now?"
"Not yet," tinkled Siree, "this Shriivaak now fucks her cunt to fertilise the eggs inside the host, it is fucking her ass merely for its own pleasure."
"Oh." Sarah felt her face burn again at Siree's crude language; still she did find it stimulating. She was interrupted in her musings by a loud undulating howl.
"What's that?"
Siree gave her tinkling laugh, "It is merely the Shriivaak cumming."
Sarah looked at the scene before her, the beast was waving it's unused tentacles in the air as it came, she thought that Emma may be coming too the way her body was thrashing around. A thick milky blue fluid was squirting out of Emma’s cunt around the thick obstacle that blocked it.
Suddenly it withdrew and a stream of the blue stuff gushed out of Emma as she was dumped on the ground as before and the beast, now satisfied, slithered back into the bushes.
Emma lay on her back her legs splayed wide as Sarah saw her huge belly begin to move. She began to moan as tentacles began to appear out of her slime covered hole, these things were at least twice as big as the previous ones and took longer to force their way out, and, as if it were possible Sarah thought, they were even uglier than their predecessors. But soon there were four of the little monsters slithering over Emma and fighting to suckle on her tit's. As before a tentacle came out of nowhere to grab a wriggling thing.
“ANOTHER??” cried Sarah.
Siree pressed the button and the blinds closed. She turned to look down at Sarah, “There are 5 Shriivaak in that room,” again her tinkling laugh, “your friend is going to be fucked to exhaustion.”
Sarah tried to imagine how that would feel, and if she would be able to stand it. Siree bent down, her face inches from Sarah’s and took Sarah’s hand between her own. “Now Mistress Sarah, what will be your pleasure?”
I parked in the gravel lot and went in the back entrance of my local adult video store, crunching through the slate and kicking up little swirls of dust with each step. Neon lights in the windows advertised quarter show booths, booths that in reality didn’t accept coins – only increments of dollar bills, from singles all the way up to twenties. An a-frame style signboard missing several of its mismatched bright orange and yellow letters hawked five DVD rentals for $5.
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           The smell hit me as soon as I walked through the doors. Every stroke shop I’ve ever been in has the same nasty funk hanging in the air, soaked into the woodwork - a gagging combination of dry, stale cum uneasily mingling with huge quantities of bleach and topped off with clouds of cigarette smoke; all of that fighting to be noticed under a hefty veil of depressing creepiness. At least the air conditioning was turned on,
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I steeled myself, ignored the odor and moved past the blow-up doll displays, the racks of sex toys, the greasy, fingerprint-smeared glass counters full of colorful liquids and gels and condom packets. Nodded to the bored pierced, tattooed twenty-something’s lounging behind the counter, whose torn thrift-shop attire and purple and blue-dyed hair guaranteed them a life of great minimum-wage gigs just like this one. One of the two, an emaciated girl who was pulling off a great impression of a serious heroin addict, ignored me completely. Her companion glared at me sullenly, like I was going to try to shoplift a dildo or maybe, more likely, because I looked too much like his dad. I grinned and found the DVD’s for rent, racks of porn shelved along the walls and lined up on homemade shelving units in haphazard rows just past a pair of sensor alarm gates, a ton of smut tucked comfortably away in a room the size of a small warehouse.
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           I took my time picking out my movies, going for the absolutely nastiest hardcore I could find, not wanting to really touch anything. Thank God for all that bleach. Even so, the CD jackets felt and looked greasy; and then I remembered the junkie-punks lounging at the counter, and guessed I knew how motivated they probably were to keep everything clean and germ free. I made sure to hold the movies like I would a dead skunk, using the tips of my fingers. I found an anal gang-bang orgy (‘Two hours of hardcore DP penetration!), a best-of chicks-with-dicks, a couple of rough sex sets and one or two seriously disturbing anime titles, tossed my choices on the counter. Heroin Girl had disappeared. Her buddy was eating a cold cheeseburger that might have been a day old, licking ketchup off his fingers and watching a video monitor, a movie with several couples humping in fast-forward. They looked a bit like bunnies fucking. Junkie-Boy roused himself enough to pause whatever he was screening, set me up with a rental account, drop my DVD’s into a black plastic bag and take my money. Then he went back to his choice of dinner theater. Heroin Girl was outside smoking a cigarette as I left. I smiled at her.
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           “You have a nice day,†I said.
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           She gave me a dose of full-on, disdainful punk-rock attitude, and wrinkled up her nose at me. I wondered if maybe I smelled like I’d been squirted by that imaginary dead skunk.  “Fuck-off, scumbag.â€Â
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           She took a last drag and flicked her smoldering butt into the gravel alongside a few dozen other dead cigarettes; ground it out under the heel of her heavy Doc Martin boot. She rolled her eyes theatrically, and I watched her grumble while she clunked all the way back to the counter to not do her crappy job some more. Tough life, I thought. Then I shrugged, got in my car and drove home through the heat to my air-conditioned house and my DVD player.
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Twenty minutes later, I was naked and spread-eagled on the couch with my mouth open and my chin drooping onto my chest, bored to tears. I understood why Junkie-Boy in the porn shop was fast-forwarding through his movie. I had one of my hard-chosen video picks on, my limp dick in one hand and the remote in the other, watching some young dyed-blonde bitch with huge fake tits unenthusiastically blow-jobbing her way through twenty or thirty guys (who all seemed to be having the same case of erectile dysfunction that I was currently having) when the phone rang. I did the same thing the kid at the store did when I interrupted him: I hit pause on the remote. Then I answered the phone.
           “Um, Grove? Is that you?†A soft female voice; musical and smooth like honey. It sounded vaguely familiar.
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           “Uh-huh…†I mumbled, still trying to place the voice.
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“This is Elizabeth. You remember?â€Â
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           Oh God, I thought. Elizabeth. An old friend of my last girlfriend, April, from time gone by; I’d met her once or twice, but April hadn’t seen much of Elizabeth since she married some uber-buff, male-model looking, upwardly-mobile freak of nature and stopped hanging out with anybody who either wasn’t in the beautiful people crowd or who didn’t earn half-a-million bucks a year. I half-remembered a crazily exotic, gorgeous woman, and guilty visions of wide, almond shaped eyes, thick brown hair, rich caramel skin and lush curves washed through my head. I fully remembered feelings of total and complete inadequacy the few times I’d been around her. Thanks to the images assaulting my senses, the skanky blonde frozen on my television screen suddenly morphed into a composite version of the Elizabeth I was seeing in my head.
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           My throat went dry, and my dick actually, finally, twitched. “Yeah…yeah, of course I remember…â€Â
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           I swear I could almost hear her grinning through the phone. “Cool. I’d hate to think you’d forget me.â€Â
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           “No chance,†I said, the words sounding like crunchy shards of glass.
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           “Ah, you’re still a sweetie, aren’t you?â€Â
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Sweetie, she said. All of a sudden, I was getting a little light-headed. I managed a laugh. “If you say so.â€Â
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She laughed too. More honey, dripping. The sound sent a shiver down my back. “Is April around?†she asked.
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“Um, no…  She’s been living in Europe, with her folks. Sorry.â€Â
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“Europe? So…what about you guys?â€Â
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“Yeah,†I said. “Things just, you know…didn’t last.â€Â
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Oh. Well… Shit. I’m sorry. I was going to invite her to this…party I was having Friday night.â€Â
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“That’s too bad. I’m sure she would’ve liked to go.†I didn’t know what else to say. There was a long, pregnant pause. I listened to the crackling void on the other end of the phone line, and I had the sinking feeling that our strained little conversation was over. Then Liz surprised me.
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“Hey, well, how would you like to come, Grove?â€Â
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I blinked. “Really?â€Â
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“Yeah. I know it’s kind of late notice, and it’s…a little silly, I guess, kind of a girlie thing, you know? I mean, you might not be interested, but I need to bring someone…†She drifted off.
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For a second, I wondered why she was asking me to come, not her husband. But that thought lasted the blink of an eye; if it meant seeing Liz again, there was no way I was going to refuse. I was honestly kind of curious anyway. And besides, my dick was harder than it’d been all morning, even after watching five bucks worth of porn. I didn’t have any big plans for Friday. What did I have to lose?
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“What kind of ‘girlie thing’ are we talking about?†I asked.
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She laughed again, nervously, I thought. I wondered what about talking to me could make Liz nervous. “It’s kind of…a…a lingerie party.â€Â
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My turn to laugh. Liz stayed quiet. I blinked, waited a beat before answering with a dumbfounded, “You’re kidding, right?â€Â
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Liz sighed on the other end of the line, then, matter-of-factly, “No.â€Â
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“You want me to come to a lingerie party.â€Â
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“Yeah, if you want….I mean, I know it sounds weird, but I promised there would be a bunch of us, and most of the girls I know are going to be there, but…†She paused, took a breath. “You know, you don’t have to buy anything if you don’t want to, but you could get a gift for April, and there’s going to be some stuff for guys too…leopard skin underwear, stuff like that…â€Â
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I chewed it over. Thought about maybe being the only guy in a roomful of tipsy, scantily-clad women. Thought about what April was going to say when she found out.
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I made up my mind. I was in. “Hey, sure Liz. It’ll be fun.â€Â
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“Really?†She sounded almost relieved. “You’ll come?â€Â
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“Yeah, I…â€Â
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“That’s great! Everybody’s going to get here about eight. Here let me give you my phone number and the directions to my house…â€Â
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“Okay, hold on and let me find a pen…â€Â
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I sat up and scribbled some notes on the back of my video receipt. Liz thanked me again, and we both hung up. I sat there with the phone in my lap for a long minute. Then I grinned and went back to my movie, and this time I didn’t have any trouble getting it up.
           I nodded, popped a jalapeno pepper in my mouth and chewed happily, savoring the oily burn. I’d just filled Andre in on yesterday’s events. He’d met Elizabeth once, after April and I bought our home, at our housewarming party. A long time ago, it seemed. I could see from his eyes that he had the same memories of her that I did. I grinned and wiped my hands on my napkin while I confirmed the question.
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“Yep. The whole truth, brotha. No shit.â€Â
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           Andre leaned back. The aluminum chair under his big ass squeaked and groaned. He adjusted his Yankees cap, wiped fingers down his wiry goatee, shook his head.
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“Damn, man. Shit like this isn’t fair. I knew that girl was a shark the minute I laid eyes on her.†He crossed his arms, chewed on his lip. “How come she invited you? Does that tall mocha drink dig the white boy cream?â€Â
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           I shrugged and sipped cold beer. The burn receded to a constant, pleasant tingle at the back of my tongue. “Hell if I know.â€Â
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           “You know, if she finds out – and you know she’s gonna – April’s gonna eat you alive if any shit happens.â€Â
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           “She will even if nothing happens.†I said, digging back into the pile of chips. “I’ll just cross my fingers. But nothing’s going to happen, you know, Liz is married, man, to some dude way out of my league.â€Â
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           “Doesn’t matter,†Andre waved that comment on by. “You said it didn’t sound like he’d be around anyway, right? You get there, all that pussy spread out on the couch and what-not; they’ll all be drinking wine, getting’ all tipsy and giggly, next thing you know they’ll be trying on the frilly panties and shit, modeling for you…then, BAM! You’ll be on the floor, humping away; drunk, horny bitches lined up to be fuckin’ you…â€Â
           “Look, Grove,†he pointed a finger at my cell phone. “Reg and I’ll be at Tin’s club tomorrow night, maxin’ with Barry and his boys.â€Â
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“They’re playing?†I asked. We’d known Barry from way back. He’d been a fixture on the local music scene since we were all in college together. Now he was heading up some retro-funk band that had been scaring up some hot press lately.
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“Yeah. Tin’s isn’t too far from where you’re gonna be, right? Only what – ten, fifteen minutes away? Anyway, you need some help handling all that pussy, you call us.†Andre leered, showing off a mouthful of big white teeth. He picked up his last taco and poured half a bottle hot sauce over it. “An’ we’ll come a’ runnin’.â€Â
I was running late Friday night. Got off work late and immediately got stuck in a massive snarl of traffic. Bumper to bumper for as far as the eye could see. I veered off the freeway at the closest exit to my house, stopped for a quick burger at a fast food drive-through, got stuck behind a soccer-mom’s van that was idling, belching black smoke. When I finally pulled back out into the streets, I opened my bag of food, only to discover the goon at the window got my order all wrong. Fuck it – I didn’t have time to go back and complain. I grumbled, but scarfed the shit down anyway, and took side streets the rest of the way home. Parked in the driveway and ran inside at twenty-to-eight, grabbed a quick shower, dressed, checked myself in the full-length mirror in the bedroom, frowned, dressed again. By the time I pulled up at Liz’s curb, it was a quarter past, and the street around her house was full of expensive luxury cars. I found a spot a ways up the hill, parked, beeped my car locked, and walked back, carrying a bottle of decent wine I’d picked up during my lunch hour.
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It was clear that Liz and her husband liked their privacy. Their house was big and old, set far back from the road on a good-sized chunk of real estate. The thing must’ve cost a fortune. Leafy, box-trimmed hedges surrounded the large, fresh-cut, forest green lawn, isolating the house further from the neighbors. All the lights inside were turned on. I opened the rod-iron gate and went down the front path to the door, rang the bell. Made sure my reflection looked good while the chime gonged somewhere deep in the house.
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I was about to ring again when a lock clicked open, and I heard that magic voice, the honey muffled behind the heavy wood door. Then the door opened, and Liz was there, smiling at me, smothering me with a wave of pure physical force. She was wearing a simple black dress that hugged every perfect curve, black silk stockings, and polished black stiletto heels. She nonchalantly tugged a flopped-down spaghetti strap back over a shapely, nut-brown shoulder and pulled me inside.
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“Grove! I didn’t think you were going to make it!†She said, and pushed the door gently closed. It clicked shut.
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I grinned sheepishly. “Yeah, sorry about that. Work…you know?â€Â
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She shook her head. Long silver baubles dangled from her earlobes, diamonds flashed in the light. Her dark eyes sparkled.
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“No,†she laughed, “not really.â€Â
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“Here,†I said, and awkwardly held out the bottle of wine. “I brought this for you.â€Â
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           She took the bottle and smiled, barely looked at it. Her eyes were still on mine.
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“Oh, baby, you didn’t need to do that.â€Â
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“Well, you know, it’s a party and all…â€Â
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She stepped close and hugged me. Her hair was cut shorter than I remembered, curling in waves close to her neck. A wispy brown lock tickled my nose, and felt her breath warm at the side of my throat. I hugged her back, feeling her body press tight against me. I got that lightheaded feeling again, and my dick began tingling, got harder than it had been during any of my recent jack-off time. I caught a whiff of perfume, sweet and subtle, that I barely referenced past my sudden sensory overload. There was something else in the air too, sharp and pungent, smelling like cinnamon; candles, or incense, maybe.
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We parted, and she took a second, looked me up and down. “You haven’t changed a bit, have you?†she asked.
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I wasn’t too sure how to take that, but she looked approving. “I guess not.â€Â
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“You look good enough to eat…†She smiled. Then she took my arm, wrapped it up in hers. “C’mon, let’s go introduce you to the girls…â€Â
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Liz walked me to the living room and made her introductions. I nodded as she ticked off the names she was telling me, making an effort to match names with faces, and even managing to remember a few. Andre about had it right: there were maybe twenty gorgeous women; some younger, some older, all dressed to the hilt, sipping wine and fruity mixed drinks. They were sitting in a loose semi-circle, on the sofa and in chairs; all positioned facing another, extremely busty older woman, primly dressed in a close-fitted business suit and skirt. She looked like she’d just stepped out of a Vanity Fair spread. Boxes and bags of things were spread out on the coffee table and tucked around her feet. Each of the ladies smiled appraisingly at me. I almost felt like I was dessert, just being brought out after a tasty meal.
           She flitted over to the bar, came back with a glass of something cold. Latched right back onto my arm. “Here, try it.â€Â
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           Every eye was still on me. I was definitely starting to feel like I was on display, definitely the odd man out. “Uh, cheers,†I said, and took a tentative sip. The drink was sweet, with a slight tang of alcohol and an almost bitter undercurrent of something I couldn’t place. For a second, I had a crazy feeling, remembering the old Agatha Christie type mysteries, where the detective has solved the murder, declaring death by poisoning, and goes on to describe how arsenic was supposed to taste, like bitter almonds. “Mm,†I mumbled, pushing the paranoid thought away. “That’s pretty good.â€Â
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           It was like a sigh of acceptance passed through the room. Liz smiled up at me. My head was absolutely swimming, being this close to her.
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           The older woman with all the packages licked her red painted lips with the corner of a tiny pink tongue. She patted her silver hair, made sure it was in place, pulled back in a severe bun. She winked at me. “Well,†she said. “Let’s make our guest comfortable and get started, shall we?â€Â
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           Next to me, still clinging to my arm, Liz almost curtsied. “Of course, Sarah. Sorry, all.†She turned to me, whispered, “Here, sit by me.â€Â
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           I let Liz pull me to the couch. The two women sitting there shifted to make room. A blonde in her early twenties patted the cushion next to her hip, smiled invitingly. We sat down. Liz set the bottle of wine in a bucket of ice on the table, and I wondered how much wine they’d already gone through. I wiggled in between the blonde and Liz, suddenly enjoying the press of warm female bodies next to me. I looked around; found that I was still the center of attention: the ladies stared and demurely sipped their drinks; the blonde who’d scooted over to make room smiled and practically nuzzled up next to me. Liz put her hand possessively on my thigh, and I almost jumped. She patted my leg, and I noticed that she wasn’t wearing her wedding ring.
The woman named Sarah clapped her hands, and all the attention immediately snapped back in her direction. “Back to business,†she said, smiled sweetly, and opened the bag sitting in front of her, rooted around. Tissue paper rustled. I took another sip of my drink, caught some of the women glancing at me out of the corner of their eyes. I raised my eyebrows, got more smiles. The blonde, I think her name was Kate, shifted, and her breast brushed my elbow. I tried to shrink my six-foot-two self into a smaller space and failed. Her breast stayed where it was. It was a nice, soft breast. Even so, I moved slightly closer to Liz, who started gently petting the inside of my leg. The blonde scooted closer, her big, soft boob again connecting with my elbow.
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There was a quiet murmur around the room, and all the attention focused back towards the front, to Sarah. “Okay, our first item would look fantastic on our new friend tonight, I think…†Sarah smiled my way as she said that, and held up a pair of heavy padded leather handcuffs.
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           “Holy shit,†I whispered. The blonde took my free arm and pressed my hand to her leg. I stared, and then took another slug from my glass as Liz’s hand found my crotch and continued its slow, steady petting.
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Forty-five minutes later, I was working on my fourth or fifth drink. I was tipsy enough to have lost count. Most of the bags and boxes were empty, I was horny as all hell, and my head was reeling. I wondered why; the drinks didn’t seem all that strong. Women had disappeared into the bedrooms, come back wearing skimpy silk and lace outfits, each one with less material than the last. Women drank and laughed while teasing me with little buzzing clit-stimulators and huge strap-on vibrators. The blonde next to me, Kate, was now naked except for a white satin push-up bra and a pair of crotchless panties. I knew they were crotchless because my fingertips were exploring and told me so. Sarah had taken off her suit top and skirt, and she was now standing with a small riding crop, modeling the black corset and stockings she’d had on underneath her clothes. She wore the outfit like an old pro. Liz was still in her dress, except both the straps were down off her shoulders now, and to me she looked sexier than any of the other ladies who were parading around in their new undies. She had her arm around my shoulder. She and Kate were both brazenly nuzzling my neck; Liz’s wandering hand had long since found the zipper to my pants and had disappeared inside; Blondie had unbuttoned most of my shirt, and was tickling my chest with her fingernails. I could see Sarah smiling at me with a wicked gleam in her eye. She smacked the tough leather crop down hard into her palm, and I jumped. Other eyes were beginning to turn our way…
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The sensation around my crotch was driving me out of my mind. Liz had me hard as a rock. Andre’s voice was playing over-and-over, like a loop reel in my head, ‘…next thing you know they’ll be trying on the frilly shit, modeling it for you…then, BAM! You’ll be on the floor, humping away…’
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“Whooo,†I muttered. “Need to use the bathroom, I think.â€Â
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Kate pouted as I extracted my hand from between her legs. Liz paused, gave me that seductive smile again, pointed. “Upstairs, first door on the left.â€Â
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“’Kay,†I said. “Back in a minute.â€Â
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“Oh, yeah.†I nodded.
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I excused myself and carefully wandered up the stairs, using the banister to steady myself. My head was spinning badly. I rounded the corner, found the bathroom. My dick was hanging out of my open pants, pointing straight out at an angle. I washed my hands and rinsed my face with cold water. I thought about what was going to happen when I want back downstairs, and stared at my dripping face in the mirror, realizing the blood pressure pounding through my dick wasn’t letting up. I was getting more than a little panicked. Shit, I thought. This isn’t natural.Did Liz drug me?
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Carefully, I left the bathroom and snuck a look around the corner, used my cell phone to zoom in and snap a picture. I crept back into the bathroom and shut the door, sat on the edge of the bathtub, called Andre. He answered on the second ring. I could hear a crowd, but no music. I guessed he was already at the club, but it was still too early for the band to have started.
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“Hey mutherfucker,†he shouted over the noise. “’Was’up? Where you at?â€Â
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“Dude, I’m here.†I hissed.
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“Where?â€Â
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I shook my head. He sounded drunker than I felt, but I knew it was more an act for the benefit of whoever was at the bar around him. Andre didn’t drink anything except mineral water. He thought everything else was poison aimed at the righteous black man.
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“I’m at that party I was telling you about.â€Â
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It took him a beat. “The bitch party?â€Â
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“Yeah.â€Â
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“Sssshhhiiiiit. You bangin’ yet?â€Â
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“Andre, shut up, dammit. I need your help.â€Â
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“Boy, a real man in yo’ place wouldn’t need no help.†He laughed.
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I groaned. “Man, I’m not Captain Jim-fucking-Kirk, alright?â€Â
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More laughter.
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“Look, I’m sending you a picture. Check it out. I’m trapped here with a couple dozen drunk, freaky women, and as cool as that sounds, I’m not eighteen fucking years old anymore, you know what I’m saying? I need some god-damn, dick-swinging help here, right now!â€Â
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I could hear Reg in the background, asking what was up. Andre was laughing so hard he could barely talk. “Shit, man, I was just fuckin’ around wit’ you, Grove, you know you my boy…â€Â
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I cut him off. “Just look at the damn picture. Okay? You remember the address?â€Â
I disconnected the line, mailed off the picture. As soon as it was sent, I stood, pocketed the phone and opened the bathroom door. I stepped out into the hall, right in front of a tidal wave of drunk and horny womanhood, surging up the stairs. Sarah and Liz led the charge. They stopped barely a foot away from me. Sarah ran the tip of her riding crop up and down my chest.
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“Well, well. We thought you ran away.â€Â
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“Oh, no,†I said, as I was surrounded by the flow of curvaceous, scantily clad bodies. “I was just coming back to join the party.â€Â
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“That’s very sweet. Liz told me you were a sweet boy.†Sarah smiled, and her eyes no longer held that bright, mischievous quality I thought I’d seen early. Now they looked…hungry.
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“Yeah, well…†I started. Small, warm hands were slowly touching me, running all over. I noticed Liz take my hand, felt a thick leather strap wrap around my wrist. “Hey, now! Uh, look, why don’t we go back down and…â€Â
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“I don’t think so, sweet boy.â€Â
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Sarah looked at Liz, who buckled the leather handcuffs tight. I was pushed and pulled over backwards. I lost my balance and fell into the mass of flesh, and then they were all over me. I struggled, but they pinned me to the floor and easily pulled my arms up over my head, tightened the straps of another cuff on my other arm, and then they started ripping at my clothes. I freaked. Started to yell, and Sarah nodded to Liz. She knelt by my head, I looked at her pleadingly, and when I opened my mouth, she stuffed a hard rubber ball inside, then wrapped it in a leather gag and buckled it around my head. My shoes and socks were pulled off, my pants and underwear followed fast, and my shirt was torn to shreds. Hungry, lusting eyes stared at me from above. More cuffs were clamped around my ankles. Sarah straddled my naked body, lightly stroked my swollen cock with her whip. The damn thing throbbed and twitched as she probed at it.
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“We’ve come to bring the…party…to you.â€Â
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Andre snapped his flip-phone shut, slapped it down on the counter, feeling a little bit pissed at his best friend. He remembered Elizabeth, all right, remembered how fine she was, and he just couldn’t figure why Grove sounded so upset. Reg was sitting on the barstool opposite, staring at him, waiting for him to say something. On stage, Barry and the band were just getting their equipment set up, getting ready for their sound check.
           The sound tech in the upper booth called check; on stage, the band’s drummer lit into a groove, then Barry joined in with a heavy, rubbery base line. They sounded good-to-go to Andre. He was standing, ready to join the crowd already pushing up to the edge of the stage, but paused as his cell vibrated. Andre checked the phone’s screen: mail from Grove. He flipped open his phone, hit a button, and his jaw dropped.
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           “What?†Reg repeated over the roar of the crowd. “What the fuck’s goin’ on?â€Â
Andre held out the phone. Reg squinted, blinked, looked up at Andre.
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“That what I think it is?†he said.
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Andre just nodded.
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“We outta here?†Reg asked.
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A beat, then they both nodded together.
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“YO! BARRY!â€Â
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Andre cupped his hands around his mouth and bellowed while Reg wildly waved his arms. Barry glanced up, confused, spotted his friends and shrugged, as if to say, what?
“WE’LL CHECK YOU LATER, BRO!â€Â
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Then they were pushing out of the club, heading towards Andre’s car.
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The women dragged me, kicking and squirming, down the hall to the large master bedroom. Liz opened the door, and they hauled me onto a king-size bed. A heavy plastic sheet crackled underneath me. They gathered around the bed, several of them spreading my arms and legs into a wide X-shape. They cuffed my wrists to a heavy iron headboard and my legs to strong iron posts below. They hushed as Sarah straddled my legs, positioned her hips over my knees. She flicked the leather thong at the tip of her riding at my nipples, stinging. She used it to caress me, slid the tip along my jaw.
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“Now, Sweet,†she whispered. “Don’t be frightened. You’ve been chosen, just for this, specially, by my dear Elizabeth.â€Â
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Liz smiled vacantly. Like there was nobody home.
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Sarah slid forward, easing herself over my throbbing cock.
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“Do you like that, Sweet?†Sarah hissed through clenched teeth. “Don’t you like being so hard?†She reached between her legs and grabbed me, pulling my shaft towards warm, moist lips. “Just a little special powder that dear Elizabeth slipped into your drinks, so you’ll be able to pleasure us for hours and hours.â€Â
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I closed my eyes as she sank onto me, wiggling like a snake, her pussy taking me in, inch by inch. A low hum filled the room, and I opened my eyes. Sarah had her whip in one hand, balled into a tiny fist and braced on my chest; the other was busy untying the red satin ribbon binding her corset closed. Her eyes were closed tight, a look of pure rapture etched on her smooth face. In the dim light, her pale skin shined like porcelain. Liz knelt on the bed at the left side of my head, eyes closed, her body swaying slightly. She stroked my hair. The hem of her dress was pulled up over her hips, her fingers lightly rubbing her between her thighs. Blondie was on my right, and she’d taken a different approach: she’d pressed her body against the wall by my trapped hand and jammed my fingers into her pussy. Warm juice flowed down over my wrist. The other women around me chanted in a single, sing-song voice, their eyes flickering, bodies moving as one.
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Above me, Sarah’s hips began a slow, serpentine writhing. She bent forward; mashing her heavy tits into my chest, the soft muscles in her pussy squeezing and releasing my cock as she moved. Her lips grazed my neck, nibbled gently at the hollow of my throat. She opened her eyes and smiled, whipped my side with her crop. I grunted into the gag and my entire body lurched up off the bed with the sudden, stinging pain. She whipped me again, and again, from side to side, each lash stinging, making me twist under her, try to flinch away, but it just drove me further up inside her.
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“Move, sweet boy. Move with me…â€Â
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She kept her face level with mine, one hand grabbing my throat, choking me; she hit me harder and faster, until I was bucking spasmodically underneath her, my cock driving up into her pussy. She grunted with effort, and her eyes seemed to cloud over with pleasure as she hurt me, relishing my pain, whipping me into a frenzy.
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“That’s it…†she moaned softly, “Ummm…so big and hard…,†Her voice changed, dropped to a hiss, a whisper, “You know Sweet, dear Elizabeth slipped you a tiny bit of a very strong drug in each of your drinks…mmmm…that’s it, right…there…mmm, just like that, Sweet…that’s…beautiful…†She gasped and dug her red fingernails into the soft skin of my neck. She swallowed me completely inside, sucking me fully into her warm, juicy cunt. She squirmed happily, rubbing her round bottom on my groin. “Each drink had a large enough dose to make you stay hard and lively for all of us to enjoy you, no matter how many times we decide to take you. Isn’t that wonderful? Mmmmmmm…ohhh…â€Â
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She licked a finger, ran it down my forehead, over my cheek, and tickled the gag in my mouth. Wiped away the spit oozing down my face; licked her fingers clean. She laughed and began grinding, moving harder and faster, raking her nails over my chest and shoulders hard enough to draw blood. I groaned and cried out, the sounds completely muffled. Sarah fucked me slowly, her whip always working, turning my sides a beet red. Tears of paid and frustration joined the saliva pooling on the plastic under my head, but my dick seemed to have a mind of its own, throbbing painfully with ever tiny squeeze from her pussy.
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When Sarah finally began to peak, the chanting around us rose to a crescendo. Most of the women I could see were openly masturbating. Sarah pushed away from me, arched her spine and threw her head back. She howled towards the ceiling, her huge tits bouncing, her butt grinding and slapping against my thighs. I fought and fought the urge to cum, but she finally won. She came with a long, sharp cry, her pussy clenching me so hard that I exploded with her, pumping thick white streams of cum, just as her hot juice ran and dribbled down my belly and thighs. Sarah collapsed on top of me, breathing hard, and I heard other women climax as well. I lay still, my cock still hard; aching and buried deep, moisture dripping onto the plastic sheet under my ass.
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Minutes passed, and when Sarah sat up again, through the muted light, I could swear her eyes had turned to dark slits.
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Sarah paused for a moment, distracted, like she was listening for something only she could hear, then smiled and turned to two of the younger women. “Well, well. Susan, Tabitha – it seems that Elizabeth’s friend here has taken it on himself to invite more guests. Most unexpected, but…they are just now arriving. Why don’t you go and greet them, offer them refreshments before bringing them back here, hmm?â€Â
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I could hear the girls mumble, “Of course, Mistress.†Then I heard Elizabeth’s doorbell chiming - once, twice - quietly, as if from very far away; and then the soft patter of the girls’ footsteps receding down the hall.
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And while Sarah turned her attention back to me, through a blurry haze of drugs and pain, I wondered what the hell I’d gotten myself and my friends into.
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“There, that’s it.â€Â
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           Andre drove past the house, hunting for a place to park. That was the address, for sure, her thought, and damn, Grove wasn’t kidding about the party being packed. There were cars lined up halfway up and down the block. He cruised up a short hill, spotted Grove’s car.
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“Lookie-lookie,†Andre hummed, tapping the steering wheel with his thumb. “Grove even saved a space for us…†How was that for luck? He pulled a fast u-turn, parked right behind Grove’s old Beamer, then they got out and walked.
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“Damn, will you look at this shit?†Reg whistled when they got close. The house stank of big money.
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“Yeah, I know what you mean.†Andre noticed all the lights were on. “Looks like the party’s still happenin’, Yo.â€Â
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They followed the walkway to the porch, tapped the doorbell twice. Andre listened to the chime, deep inside, kept humming, feeling loose and horny, remembering the roomful of tiny, half-naked women in the picture Grove sent. Reg kept staring, soaking in the size of the place.
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“That’s a good, sweet boy,†Sarah hissed, after the girls had gone. “You’ve given up your seed, as you were chosen to do. And now…â€Â
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Sarah grabbed her crop in both hands, and pulled hard. A tiny, silver knife slipped from its sheath hidden in the handle of the whip, and my eyes went wide. I tried to scream and shake my head no…no, please, no!; but Liz wrapped a fist in my hair, holding me still. The gleaming blade bit deep, sliced a jagged oval from my naval past my nipples. Fresh blood spurted, mingling with the blood still oozing from the scratches Sarah’s fingernails had dug into my skin. I screamed into the gag and thrashed like a madman. My limbs were still buckled tight, and I flopped uselessly around on the bed. Sarah bent and lapped at the warm, sticky blood flowing from the shallow gash she’d carved.
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Then, with a sickening, gurgling laugh, Sarah lifted her head to mock my screams, and finally, she showed me her true face.
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I stared, horrified, at the thing that was Sarah, as her ruby lips blackened and peeled away over glistening needle sharp fangs; her tongue rolled out, long and bloated and covered with bristles that stuck like barbs in my skin, ripping away thin strips of skin as she began to feed. All around me, the women were changing: their smooth, creamy skin giving way to pale, scaly, dead flesh. Round eyes turned to black slits, fingers to claws. And hovering just above me, April’s friend, Elizabeth: the beautiful Elizabeth; bending close, brutally mashing my head to the side, grinning obscenely as her lovely smile distended; hot saliva dripped from the yawning pit of her mouth, burning on my cheek as her jagged teeth tore at my throat…
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When the door finally opened, both Andre and Reg thought they’d died and gone to heaven. They were greeted by two phenomenal looking bitches swishing twin crystal drinking glasses that were brimming with scotch poured over chipped ice, and they were decked out in some of the skimpiest, sexiest bra’s and panties Andre had ever seen outside of a magazine.
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They were still standing there staring, goggle-eyed and open-mouthed, when the girls made the first move. One smiled at Reg, the other at Andre. Without uttering a word, the girls batted their eyes, handed the dumbfounded men the drinks, then took them by the arm and whisked them inside. Reg automatically took a huge swig, downing half the drink in a gulp. The girl on his arm looked on approvingly. Andre looked down at his glass, back at the girl smiling up at him.
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“Well, hey. Thanks, girl. Mm, damn! What is this, whiskey? How did you know that’s just what I needed?â€Â
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The girl just kept on smiling. She snuggled close, pressed warm, luscious curves against him. She giggled and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “Try some.â€Â
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“Well, yeah, alright…,†Andre gulped at her touch, his crotch jumping to attention. “Let’s get this party started, huh?†Andre reluctantly sipped his drink, hating the booze’s smell, hating the burn of the alcohol as it trickled down his throat, hating the buzz he knew he was going to get from having even just this one glass; wishing to hell it was soda water. But everybody was watching and he didn’t want to play the fool, so he sipped anyway, and that’s when the little Asian cutie on his arm reached out, giggling, and tipped his glass straight up. Ice chips clunked against Andre’s teeth, and the amber liquid splashed down his throat, over his shirt.
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He came up sputtering, eyes burning, staring at his ruined silk shirt. Reg and the tiny redhead clutching his arm laughed like it was the funniest damn thing they’d ever seen.
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“Dammit, look at this shit,†he growled.
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Reg was biting the lip of his glass, still snickering. “Yo, man. You s’posed to drink it. Like this…†He took another gulp, downed the rest of his drink, and turned to his girl. “That’s damn good, baby. Got any more?â€Â
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“Mm-hmm,†she teased, pulling him over to the bar by the stairwell. “Right over here…â€Â
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Andre futilely brushed at the alcohol dripping off his chin. The Asian cutie pouted for a second, then stepped closer when he ignored her. She gave him an impish little smile, and then started popping open his shirt buttons.
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He took an involuntary step back as buttons bounced and scattered onto the polished floor. “Whoa – hey now…!â€Â
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The girl stared up into Andre’s eyes, her hands massaging his bare chest. “Why don’t you just finish the rest of that, and then come upstairs with me and we’ll get you out of these wet clothes?â€Â
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“Um, okay…†He mumbled.
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Andre took a last swig, swallowed with a wince. Then he let her take his hand, and found himself following her up the stairs, staring at her swishing ass. Reg and his girl were already halfway up, Reg stumbling a little, playfully pulling at her panties, the girl not doing much to stop him.
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Andre’s eyes still stung. His vision blurred and he blinked hard, trying to clear it. The girl’s ass faded in and out. He realized he was about to get laid. Unbelievable. He hoped he wouldn’t have a hard time breaking out the condoms. He tried to think of something witty to say, to help break the tension. Came up with a lame, “So, Baby? What’s your name?â€Â
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She peeked over her shoulder. “Tabitha.â€Â
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“Tabitha…†Andre mumbled. He was already feeling a little bit juiced. That was some strong shit she made me guzzle, he thought. “We, uh, we were here to meet up with a friend of ours, a dude named Grover…er, well, he goes by Grove. White boy, but big, tall, you know? Played ball wit’ him back in school in the day…â€Â
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He was babbling. Shit felt all wrong, he needed some time to sort things out, get through the bleary haze that had taken over most of his skull. Tabitha seemed to notice he was hesitating, took him by the hand. “He’s right up here, sweetheart, in the bedroom with everybody else.â€Â
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“Oh, okay,†he nodded, as she pulled him on down the hall. “Hey – you say ‘sweetheart’?â€Â
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           For an answer, Tabitha gave him another enigmatic look, a look that sent his blood pounding.
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Reg and his girl disappeared into a doorway, through which eager, female faces peeked out. Andre felt his crotch give him a push, felt it taking over, losing control. He was blinking hard now, lurching a little from side-to-side, when Tabitha guided him through the doorway.
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Andre dropped her hand and glanced around. He shook his head, still trying to clear his vision. It wasn’t working, just making the back of his skull pound. The room started spinning. He closed his eyes and stopped dead, right inside the doorway. Hands reached for him, pulled him partway into the room, yanked at his wet, stained shirt, began unbuckling his pants. He groaned happily, enjoying the beginnings of his erection. The first thing he noticed, when he opened his eyes again, was Reg, completely surrounded by about six hot bitches that were pushing him to the floor, literally ripping off his clothes. Reg was giggling like a girl, halfway naked already, playfully biting at a pair of hard pink nipples swaying just out of his reach.
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“Holy crap.â€Â
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Andre felt hands on his hips and looked down at Tabitha, who was kneeling in front of his crotch, pushing his pants down around his ankles. His cock sprung out, almost smacked her in the face. She wrapped him up in a tiny little fist, started pumping. When her lips touched him, Andre heard himself groan with pleasure.
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He looked back down noticed the floor, some kind of funky carpet…no, not carpet, more like…plastic wrap, spread all over …?
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Before he could think about what that meant any further, a half dozen women circled him. Fingers ran through his short, spiky dreadlocks. Hands played with his shoulders, his chest, pinched his ass. The crowd of women parted, and Andre glimpsed a hot-looking old bitch, riding the life out of some lucky dude tied to the bed. The dude’s legs and feet quivering, strapped to the headboard by the wrists, his hands knotted into fists clenched so hard the tendons stood out in his forearms. Andre saw something familiar, squinted to get a better look. A tattoo on one of the dude’s forearms, of some Muppet character – just like the one that Grove had done back in high school…
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The fact took a moment to register. Then Andre called to his friend.
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“Grove?â€Â
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           The woman straddling Grove turned and growled at the interruption, gnashing wickedly sharp teeth, wiping at a red smear dribbling down her chin. Another face that Andre recognized looked up as well, and he gasped. Elizabeth – or what passed for Elizabeth now. Both women were covered in blood; blood that was still weakly spurting from Grove’s skinned chest. Bare bone shone under crimson stained gristle. Grove’s body twitched spasmodically; free of Elizabeth’s grip, his head lolled forward, his eyes rolled back in their sockets, focused, then came to rest on Andre.
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           Grove moaned wetly, whispered through bloody foam, “Help me…â€Â
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 Andre’s eyes popped open, his vision suddenly very clear. And then, Reg started screaming. Andre turned to see his friend being eaten alive…
           Andre felt needle sharp teeth bite into the thick muscles of his shoulders. Something hissed down by his groin, and he squealed in pain, jerked backwards as Tabitha bit into his penis, tearing away a mouthful of the organ with a spray of blood. Andre grabbed at his wounded manhood, tangled his feet in his pants and fell into the hall. He tried to crawl away from the horror, clawing at the thick carpet, mewling like a kitten. But strong hands grabbed him by the ankles and pulled him back into the bedroom. He struggled, but it was useless. Women covered him and he was flipped over, held easily in place on the floor as Reg’s howls became fainter, turned into a weak gurgling.
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           The old woman slithered off Grove’s supine body, stood over Andre as he whimpered in fear and pain. She knelt, straddling his hips, bared her teeth in a wide, gory smile.
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           “Welcome,†she hissed in a voice that was no longer remotely human, “to the party.â€Â
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           Andre had time to scream, once. And then the women began to feed.
The alarm went of at the usual 1:45 am. He stood and went into the bathroom to shower and shave. She didn’t work on Sundays, but she got up, wearing one of his extra large t-shirts, and went into the kitchen to fry some country potatoes and toss together some leftover pork chops and a salad for his lunch. He came through the kitchen on the way to the front door, his security uniform making him look as handsome as ever. He wore a crisp, ironed shirt and a tie. The white shirt contrasted against his black skin. He was whistling. He stopped to give her a kiss and to slap her white ass. Her perky boobs filled out the shirt nicely. His eyes lit up as he gave her the once-over.
"When I get home from work, I want you to be ready to play," he said. He pinched her nipple h
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ard.
She gasped. "Of course. Don’t we always?"
"But today, I want you to be ready to play. I mean ready."
"What’re you getting at?"
"I want the house clean so you aren’t distracted."
"Okay." She didn’t have a problem with that.
"I want your ass cleaned out."
She nodded. There were lots of times she did on Sunday mornings just because.
"I want your nails painted and your pussy rinsed."
"Gotcha." None of these orders were any big deal. They both had more fun when everything started out clean.
She turned away to tuck some napkins into his lunch.
"I wasn’t finished giving you my orders." He said sternly.
She turned back to give him a look. He usually didn’t order anyone around, least of all her. In fact, this whole list of things to do was quite out of character. "I’m sorry…" she said.
He pinched her tit harder. She gritted her teeth.
"I want dinner ready."
"Okay…" she said timidly. This really wasn’t like him.
"Vacuum the floor."
She looked at him very strangely. What the hell was this?
"And dust everything. All 100 of those dishes and girly things. There will be a white glove test when I get home."
"What?" She studied the cupboard of tiny knickknacks and curios. She had over a hundred dishes and dolls on the shelves. "How am I supposed to dust all of them if I’m doing all the other things you asked me to do?"
She tried to twist away but he gripped her tit, too roughly this time.
"It takes over an hour alone for me to do the enema. You know that."
"You figure it out."
"And what if I can’t do everything?"
"Then you shall be punished."
"Punished? What the hell do you mean?"
He cupped her tit in his hand and bent forward to take her nipple in his mouth through the cotton of her shirt. He bit it. Hard.
She thought she would have found all of this a little offensive. It was too demanding of him. It was too passive for her to stand there and take it. He had her nipple clenched between his teeth, and yes, it was hurting immensely. She tried to back away. He reached between her legs and jammed his fingers invasively, right into her cunt.
Yes, she was seeping wet.
"If you haven’t done what I asked, then there is a separate torture for each offense."
"A separate torture for each offense?" She tried to imagine what he was thinking… Hot candle wax? Ramming his hand up her pussy? What exactly were the tortures he had in mind? He usually brainstormed quite inventive ways to force her body to new limits.
She mentally counted the tasks. He’d given her six things to take care of. No, seven. He wanted dinner when he came home.
She nodded, a devious smile playing on her lips. "So, do you want me to accomplish any of the things you asked, or do you want to spend the afternoon doing terrible things to my body?"
He laughed, then quickly caught himself. "You’d better do what I asked." He took his sack lunch and opened the front door. "Lock up. Oh, and after work, as soon as I unlock the door, I want to open it to find your legs spread and see you masturbating on the couch."
"How will I know when you’re going to get here?" she asked. He often worked overtime on Sundays.
"You won’t. So you’d better start playing at the earliest time you think I’ll make it and continue until I arrive."
She giggled. This promised to be an interesting day. She could accomplish most of the things he had asked, but all of them? That was going to take a fair piece of work.
She locked the front door after he left. Where to start? She usually went back to sleep for a bit, but she’d better get her ass in gear (literally!) or he would have to think too hard to decide on eight different ways to torture her. She grinned. What if she lounged around and read a book? Nah. This sounded like too much fun. She didn’t mind having a list of tasks to do. She loved a challenge.
She started with the enema. She never really knew how long it would actually take, but she enjoyed herself more if she had a couple hours afterward to recoup and for nature to absorb the extra moisture. She ran hot bath water into the tub, then filled the water bottle, attaching the white hose. She wet her hand and used the bar of soap to suds her asshole before inserting the nozzle. It slid inside, and she clenched against its invasion. She knelt in the tub, the red plastic bottle under her knee and used her weight to express the water through the hose and into her ass. She sighed as the water slowly filled her back cavity. She never held the first bottle very long.
A moment later, she stood to get out of the tub. Water dripped as she squatted on the toilet to push the waterâ€â€and anything elseâ€â€out. She flipped through a magazine and let nature take its course. She filled the water bottle again--nice warm water--and climbed back into the tub for round two.
By round three, her body got into it. The water rushed inside, the initial debris flushed out, and she invited the warmth all through her rectum. It flowed forward, expanding her intestine into the front part of her body. Her stomach cramped slightly as she waited for her body to adjust to the expanse of water. She’d found long ago that if she rubbed her clit while she filled herself to capacity with water, she could take more water and hold it longer. She’d also found that she could often climax with the water inside of her, or while she expelled the clean water into the tub. Sometimes she’d take her black dildo into the tub with her, fill the tub about half full, and fuck her cunt with the dildo while she waited to see if all the residue had worked its way out. Sometimes she’d finger fuck herself, using the soap to lubricate her pussy and ass, work the dildo into her asshole to make herself come and force anything left inside into the bathwater. Usually by round five, there wasn’t anything left to come out, and the whole rigorous experience left her panting and eager for the ass fuck that was certain to come when her man got home and learned that she was there for the taking. There was something about her asshole that got him going. He really liked her asshole.
Anticipating the day’s events made her as horny as ever. She worked her hips into a frenzied pace, jamming the black dildo, trying to take the edge off. The enema felt good. She cleaned the nozzle and stuck it into her cunt. Her vagina didn’t hold the water, but she pressed the sides of the bottle to flush out the cavity. The water was cool, and the contrast from the heat of the bathwater was a rush. She pinched her clitoris forward and used her right hand to flick, flick, flick against the enlarged tip. It excited her to see it this way--like a miniature dick, waiting to be sucked.
If only she could suck it herself.
Try as she might, relief did not come. She splashed around in the water and gripped herself several times, trying to force a climax. Nothing. Nada. That wasn’t like her! She could usually come on command! She glanced at the clock. Shit! It was already 4:00. She’d been messing with this enema far too long. She’d only finished two things on the list! She’d rinsed her ass and her pussy. What next?
She scrambled for a towel. She dried herself. Her fingers and toes puckered from being in the water so long, so she snatched the nail polish and remover from the cabinet--the next logical chore. She painted her fingernails deftly, then waved them around, blowing on them to dry. She didn’t have time!
The house was a mess. He was right. When it was cluttered, it distracted her. She couldn’t relax until it was clean. She couldn’t cook and leave that mess either. She had to start with the dishes from making his lunch. It was too early to vacuum. The tenant in the next apartment liked to sleep late.
She rushed through the kitchen. It seemed like the more she scrubbed, the more contrast there was to the places she hadn’t scrubbed, so she had to work fast and furious to get the job done. She polished the glass above the bathroom sink and sprayed the tub. She swept the floor into the rug. She’d get the crumbs with the vacuum in a bit. She glanced at her hands. She’d chipped her nails! They were as raggedy as ever after using the scrubber and messing with chemicals. She went back to the bathroom to do them again. The bed needed to be made. The vacuuming. Cooking dinner. There was still tons to do.
Inside the freezer there was nothing she wanted to eat. She pulled on some clothes and ran to the store. Thankfully, it was open 24 hours. She filled a blue basket and paid at the register. It was getting to be pretty late. She’d never get the cupboard clean. Never. Dusting her china went quick but not that quick. She liked to take a minute to polish each piece.
Her heart stopped when got back home from the store. His car was parked in the lot. He was home. How was that possible? She glanced at her watch. It wasn’t even 9:30!
He was seated on the couch, his erect dick in his hand. "Where were you?" he asked gruffly.
"I had to get some things at the store," she mumbled. "I didn’t think you’d be home."
"It was slow. They sent me home early."
That never happened. Not ever. How was she supposed to anticipate that?
He continued, "I had a chance to look over the house." He glanced at her small hands. "Well at least you painted your nails. Otherwise, it looks like you used the whole time to clean out your ass…"
"I straightened up a bit," I said defensively.
"You didn’t even make the bed."
"I didn’t think you’d be home."
"Obviously. Otherwise, like I ordered, you’d be here on the couch instead of me, finger-fucking that pussy of yours."
His voice had an aggressive quality that excited her. It was that same voice that he’d had the first time they’d been together that seduced her heart forever.
"So what’s my punishment?" she asked.
"Come suck my dick."
She put the bag of groceries on the table.
"Now, Bitch."
That wasn’t much of a punishment as she loved to suck him off, but his tone was different. She rushed over and knelt in front of him, taking his huge cock in her mouth. It was fully enlarged and pulsing, way too big for her to take all the way inside.
He pushed the back of her head, forcing his dick into her mouth further. "For not vacuuming the floor, I’m going to gag you with this thing."
She was glad she hadn’t eaten. He started ramming against the back of her mouth, filling her face. She tried to adjust her mouth to get a better angle, but he was hitting the soft palette at the top of her mouth. She choked. She never minded the choking, it happened. What she really craved was to satisfy them both and to deepthroat the entire eight inches. But so far, she’d never been able to.
"This will never do. Go lay on the bed with your mouth open."
She went into the room and lay on her back, dropping her head over the side of the bed, her mouth gaping open. He quickly straddled in front of her face and started to ram his black cock into her white throat. She gagged immediately, her body involuntarily buckling and a stream of piss shot down the leg of her pants. She clamped her right hand over her pussy, trying to pinch it in.
"I didn’t say you could touch that," he said.
She moved her hand away. He fucked her face again. She bucked against it and gasped for air. He grabbed her head and forced his way inside. He was being unusually rough. He slid fully into her throat. Oh my God!
It thrilled her. She loved to be his little slut. His whore.
Do it again!
When he pulled his dick out, a string of thick mucus from the top of her throat came with it. He let her breathe, then rammed again. She clenched her legs together, trying not to pee from the force of his slamming his dick into her throat. He watched her arch and he bent over to unzip her jeans. Her body had absorbed the last of the moisture from her ass enema and was trying to let it go. She needed to pee! He rammed again, way into her throat, and she gagged. A slight stream of yellow arched into the air.
"Rub your pussy," he directed.
He had his dick in her face. She started to rub her clit through her clothes. "Take off your pants and spread your legs. You know how I like you when I watch."
Straining to hold her mouth open so she wouldn’t accidentally bite, she kicked off her shoes and squirmed out of her pants. She spread her legs and started to rub. She was very wet, in part from the piss, but also excited. She wanted to comply with his orders but she knew if she did, she would climax, and then she would really squirt her load. She wasn’t looking forward to spending the afternoon cleaning the bedding.
He watched her and backed against the wall, stroking his dick right in front of her face. He used his other hand to find the flannel and rubber mat she used to keep the bed from getting too messy in times like this. He tossed it at her on the bed. She scrambled to unfold it and lay it out across the quilt she had made.
"Now fuck that pussy," he directed when she was done. He handed her the black dildo. "I found this by the tub. You didn’t clean up after yourself very well."
"I was letting it dry."
"Don’t talk." He masturbated in front of her. His black dick gleamed from the lubrication he kept by the bed. "You like this?"
She nodded.
"Well for not being on the couch masturbating when I came in, I’m going to have to tie you up, so you can’t touch it. You can only watch."
She obediently fucked herself with the latex cock while he found some pieces of rope to tie her legs to the legs of the bed. The dildo found an itch deep in her cunt and she had to rub it. "Ah, ah…" her breath started to catch as she hit the spot.
"Spread them more," he directed. He kept stroking his massive cock right in front of her face. He was really turning her on.
She opened her legs as far as they would go. She fucked her pussy with the smooth latex dick. She ready to come.
He sensed what she was up to. "Stop."
"What?"
"I said ‘Don’t talk!’"
She nodded.
"Stop fucking yourself."
She stilled her hand. She was going to come anyway. She felt the involuntary clench of muscles from her belly force the black cock out of her cunt. It shot over the edge of the bed like a missile.
He laughed, then covered it with his hand and grew serious. "For not having dinner ready when I came home, I’m going to slap that ass. But first, I’m going to fuck it."
He loosened the loops of rope off her ankles. She immediately drew them together to take away the strain of having them spread so wide. His dick bobbed with excitement.
"Turn around."
She crawled around on the bed. When her hands got to the area where her feet had been, he used the same ropes to tie her wrists. He stood behind her at the side of the bed where her face had been. He had her bent forward, her ass high in the air in front of him. She knew he was going to slip his own beautiful black dick inside that ass.
He did. He stood swinging his hips, his hands gripping the cheeks of her ass, spreading her anus. He liked watching it gape open. He pushed her hips forward. "Arch your back."
She didn’t do it immediately, so he slapped her ass. "I said, ‘arch your back.’"
She tried her best. This was a trickier position than she expected it to be. When her body responded to the pulse of his hard-on pounding into her asshole, she liked to relax against it. Yet there he was, making her bend into a different angle, apparently because he liked the view and the way her flesh stroked his dick. But the arch made it tough for her to take the full length of his erection. She relaxed. He slapped her again.
She arched her back. He pounded against her. "You like that?" He asked.
She nodded.
Yes, she liked it!
He slapped her again. "Arch your back."
He pounded again. She pressed her hips back, right into his dick, feeling it worm invasively inside her rectum. Oooh--yes, she liked it.
She squirmed against the constraints on her wrists. She wanted to finger her pussy. This was one of her favorite positions, him deep inside her ass, pounding away, and she knew if she could get her hand loose to rub her throbbing clit, she would come. But her hands were tied.
She grinned. Now she knew where the expression had come from.
He slapped her again. Twice.
She arched her back.
"Now you’re getting the idea."
Oh she wanted to come! The beat of his pelvis hitting her ass cheeks and the thickness of his dick against all the muscles of her asshole made her about to scream. Oh, how she wanted to finger fuck herself so she could come!
"Is this what you want?" He leaned over her, his dick fully inside her, reaching around to flick at her clit. Oh yes! She opened her legs, grinding against his fingers. He was hard and demanding and she came, almost too hard, gripping his dick with her asshole as she did.
"Squirt it, Baby," he breathed in his hard, sexy way.
A stream of piss cascaded down around his hand, all over the rubber mat.
"There you go," he said.
"Now for not having the house dusted by the time I came home--I believe you have 100 knickknacks, and you didn’t have any done--I’m going to stick my hand up that asshole."
Oh my goodness! Even though he had loosened things up with his dick, she’d never been able to take his whole hand. Maybe a couple of fingers, yes the dildo, but never the whole hand. He slipped into a latex glove and splashed lubricant over his fingers. She parted her thighs and braced herself.
He wasn’t kidding. He slid his fingers deeper and deeper. He rounded out his hand, the thumb inside. She tried to relax. He pulled his hand away, wanting to see how big he had stretched out the hole. She tensed, and it tightened immediately, like a sea anenome pulling tendrils safe inside. He worked his fingers back against the hole, parting it, inserting again. She could feel him work his way deeper and deeper, and finally the gulp as the largest part past his thumb forced into her ass. The lubrication helped. Thank God for good lubrication. She arched her back and he was inside. She could feel a sense of relief. Was this the final punishment?
"I said 100 knickknacks, so I am going to ream this asshole 100 times."
She couldn’t believe what she heard. She’d never been able to take his hand before, and now he was going to jam it in a hundred times? She tried to relax. He started to stroke it in and out. Ow, ow, ow…she counted in her head.
It had to get better. But no, her body--which loved swallowing his eight-inch dick--started to fight against the foreign object. The muscles tensed. A cramp shot up her rectum. Ouch!
This was never going to happen. Never in a million years. Not 100 times. No way.
He started to laugh. "I’m just messing with you," he said, pulling his hand out. The pain subsided.
He reached around her and untied the knots. "Come on," he said, kissing her mouth, "let’s fuck." His dick throbbed against her leg.
She folded the rubber mat once and lay back on a dry spot. She opened herself to him, throwing her feet up over his shoulders as he leaned down to fuck her pussy. She started cumming.
You come in from the heat of the yard to find a large piece of canvas spread across the kitchen floor. You’re wet and sweaty from mowing the lawn and you wipe your forehead with the flannel sleeve of your rugged shirt. I love it when you look so hot. So masculine.
"Whatcha doing?" You ask, pulling a cold beer out of the fridge.
"I was thinking of painting something."
"What?" You’ve subconsciously flipped the top open and taken a long draught. I can almost feel it cool you off as you settle down in a sigh on a wooden chair near the canvas.
"I want to paint you."
"Okay," you say, a little intrigued. After all, you have never been painted before. "Isn't that
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a pretty big piece of canvas for that?"
"I didn't know how much I would need."
I step behind you. "I’m going to start now. No more questions."
I flip on the stereo and music swells out from the speakers, and erupts into the room, leaving no space for conversation. The music is artsy and abstract. Dramatic, then subtle. I stand behind you and start to rub your shoulders. The tension of your day stands in knots behind your neck.
You drink your beer. You hand it to me, and I finish it.
"You want another?" I offer.
"That’d be great."
This time, I open it, take a long drink, then move to kiss you and push the taste in with my tongue. You kiss me, a little surprised. Sometimes I’m a little stingy with kisses. You grab my ass.
"Not yet," I say and pull your hands away. "Okay, back to the regularly scheduled program..."
You wonder what the hell I have up my sleeve.
I cross over to the counter. You take a swig of beer. I bring a tray covered with small bowls and cups from the refrigerator.
"Now what’re you doing?"
"Stop talking."
"Is this for the painting?" you ask.
"No questions," I insist and answer you with a soft kiss on the forehead. I start to rub a paste on your cheeks. I dab the stuff on, smoothing it over soft skin. The paste is a pale green, containing avocados or cucumbers or some such mess, and I whisper, "close your eyes," and place chilled, damp tea bags over your eyelids. I continue spreading the cream on your face, and leave your lips in the middle, bare, and oh, so kissable. Problem is, I couldn't find your lips without getting some of that thick paste all over my own face.
Another quick preparation, and the microwave pings that something is ready.
I take two bowls out of the microwave and touch the liquid to my wrist, checking the temperature.
"This is kinda fun," you say, eyes still closed behind tea bags. "I could get into this kind of special treatment. Could I order one up next Thursday?" I try not to laugh, because if you could see how funny your face looks covered with green vegetable goo, you might not want to do it again.
"Shh!" I whisper fiercely, and kneel down and remove your shoes. Nearby, I have a small tub of dissolved Epson salts and I place your feet into the warmth of that. While your feet soak, I take a warm wet cloth and remove the paste from your face. I take away the tea bags. I wash your face one more time, and then clean it with cotton balls soaked in some Mary Kay product that I pulled from the back of the bathroom closet. It smells sweet and clean. I take your feet out of the water, and dry them with a towel.
"Okay, I’m ready to paint you now."
What’s this? You wonder. You had to clean me up first? You feel a little pampered, but then you also feel pissed. What the hell was that all about? You sit up on the chair. You take a drink of beer. You decide to lay low and go with the flow.
"I’m gonna take your clothes off, ‘kay?"
Intrigued that I plan to paint you nude, you wonder what I will do with the painting after it’s finished. That canvas is pretty big. You hope it doesn't become the next billboard down by city hall.
I crouch in front of you, and start kissing your neck. I move to center front and find the first button with my mouth. I unfasten that with my teeth, grateful that the flannel is soft and the buttonholes are somewhat stretched. With a few twists and some teeth action, I soon have all the buttons undone and start to run my tongue down the front of your body to your belt. You stand to push the discomfort of a crowded cock to the loose part of your jeans. I unfasten faded jeans as you stand, and pull them down. Your huge cock springs into my face, and I ache to take you inside my mouth.
But that’s not the plan.
I want to just look at your body; I want to savor every detail. I pat the center of the canvas, and ask you to lie down on it.
"I am going to paint you."
With that, I motion for you to roll on your stomach, and turn away to get a tray. You mutter, "What the fuck?" but you are not interested in having some sort of showdown with me now about wills. Your cock knows how to slide home to the back of my throat with no effort, and you know that whatever little game I have going here will lead ultimately to that. Since it means you have to wait, you’ll wait.
I start to squeeze my "paint" out of a tube. I take a brush, and begin painting your back, then I stop. With a grease pencil, I make dark, demanding circles across your back and then the paint brush strokes resume, soft, and deft. At some points they start to tickle, the paint solution drooling down, and then I take a different brush, with different bristles and take a different solution and paint with that. I cover your back and then paint your legs, and then I start to paint your buttocks. I touch your skin only with the fine hairs of the paint brush, then take a small nylon scrubber dipped in a paste, and press that on, stippling, and clouding the area and the effect of the first paint. I paint with tiny brushes that tickle you lightly, then with natural sponges that brush the paints on with wrinkles and chasms folding inside. The aromas from the various oils engulf the two of us, citrusy or spicy, heady and pungent. Some of the solutions I designed myself, searching for an array of scent and color–cinnamon, cloves, limes, peaches, even peppermint.
I trace your skin with strokes. All oiled, the brush feels like a tongue's caress. Many of the oils I’m using are heated, but some are straight from the refrigerator, and when I use a particularly warm one, your skin flickers a cringe as your body gets used to the new temperature. When I see that happen, I stroke, stroke, stroke it into a nearby area, longing to lean forward and smooth it all out with my mouth. I refrain, staining dark areas with vanilla, and other areas with cucumber oil that glistens. One oil is a reddish brown and it smells cinnamony and light. My passion paints visibly all across your back, huge swirls of color, vast sexual overtones. I ache for you.
"Roll over, Sweetie." I say, softly.
"I’m all wet." You protest, and I nudge at you, and you roll, leaving a smear of color on the floor cloth. Your erection springs up, and the tip curves almost to your belly button. I stand over you now wearing only a long white shirt, and you decide I must have changed quickly while you were on your stomach, waiting for something to heat up, or when you thought I had stepped away to retrieve something. You can look right up my shirt and see the hairs of my soft pussy, and above, the swish of loose breasts as I stand and reach to grab something on the counter top. I feel you starting to reach up to touch me. Deftly, I take a spray bottle of ice water and squeeze the trigger, jetting a cold stream into your face. It works on the cats.
You laugh at my efforts, "Hey hey" you say before settling back into the canvas so I can start to paint your legs.
One moment, I am using a two inch brush from the hardware store, and then I switch to a sponge brush with some coconut oil and I skip over your eager cock to paint your stomach. I take the grease pencil again, and I draw exotic flower shapes and dark birds across your skin, almost tribal elements. I paint with a small brush and color them in with a bluish tint. Another stain is a dark, coffee brown, and I paint you and you can smell it, it is thick, dark, espresso. I paint this on your chest and the strokes make your nipples stand to a hard ripple that I can hardly resist. I want to run my hands down your body and run all the colors together. I stand up and you look up at me, towering over you, and you can see my own nakedness under the flowing, soft shirt, and you long to reach up.
I laugh and brandish the squirt bottle threateningly, "Not yet!"
Then, I take a large red pomegranate out of the nearby bowl of fresh fruit and begin to pull off the hull in large, pithy pieces. The bright fruit is clinging to the milky flesh, with the pieces of crisp red berries dangling in clusters. I wipe my hair out of my face and a smear of brown covers my cheek. I crouch down over you, my pussy almost touching your stomach. Balanced there, I start to feed you pieces of the fruit. I want to smother you in a wave of erotic gestures, and this fruit with its belly full of eggs, my pussy wavering an inch away from your cock is just about enough to do you in. I put some fruit into my mouth and pass it to you with a kiss. The berries crunch as you bite them, and seeds drop away in pairs and bounce like scattered marbles. Drips of red juice drip away from my hands and splash onto your face on dark features.
I lay the fruit aside, and reach to pick up a stray seed that has fallen on your stomach. As I take the berry between my fingertips, I press it together with a snap, and then paint its redness with my fingertip across the one bare streak left on your shoulder. This is the first time I have touched your skin with my hand, and it signals a change, and soon I feel your hand tentatively snake up under my shirt and its warmth as you take hold of my breast. I relax right into your palm, for it is what I have been aching to yield against. You sit up beneath me, all painted and primitive, and I kiss you. Your hands unbutton my blouse, and at once it becomes an oily stained rag as you pull it off my shoulders.
You see the white canvas of my own skin and you want to paint me. You roll away, taking charge, filling your hands with oils and paints, then streaking them across my skin and body, rubbing and finger-painting the oils and scents into original designs, meticulously at first, then hurried and intense, loud and exclamatory as the music suddenly vibrates through the core of the room. You lower me down to the cloth, and continue to rub and massage color and oil into my skin. As your own body moves across the canvas, the oils and paints smear off in random design.
You spread my thighs apart and take a brush filled with water and rose petals and watch the strokes of warmth settle there on my inner legs. You dip the brush again, with chamomile tea scents and stroke it on my pussy, watching my body react to the heat. You know that the liquid next to it is much colder, so you dip a thick brush there, and then stroke my clitoris with that brush, deep and intense.
I start to feel a sudden tingly, burning sensation and quickly ask, "Which one was THAT." I clap my hand over my throbbing clit.
"What's wrong?" You ask, laying the paintbrush aside. "What happened?" You point to the dish that you had last dipped the paintbrush in. "What’s in there?"
"Straight tequila." I answer, "and I’m not sure it was designed to GO there. It doesn’t hurt, but it definitely gave me a kick start."
You move quickly down and with your warm mouth, lick away the throb of the alcohol and it disappears in a matter of seconds as I relax into your mouth. The music sweeps across me, the scents flooding my senses.
I start to sink into that place where I don't care, and my body reacts in rhythm to yours for a minute or two, then I pull away and stop you. This isn't supposed to be about me, it was intended to be about you.
I lean against you and take your cock abruptly in my mouth, sucking deeply and feeling it respond. I slide it way back and tease the base with my tongue. My hand reaches into one of the cold solutions for a small piece of ice. With you still deep in my face, I rub that ice against my clit. The cold shocks me, then the ice melts and water drips down my thigh, my fingers reaching and finding, my mouth eager. I slip off your dick, and start to touch with the cool hand that held the ice. Your prick springs away and I hear the "Ah!" of your breath as surprise catches you. I lick the colors off your chest, taste the oils away, and they smear into my face, as I swallow the flavor. Coffee, vanilla, stains from berries, I taste them one at a time, and my own face becomes a muddied mass of color as I kiss them away. Some of the stains will stay put for a couple of days, I think playfully. I hope our clothes will cover most of them. Lingering on your thighs, I think about these dark stains, a shared secret, like a hickey we have to hide.
Your balls are cradled in my hand, and I move to the side and take your cock again into my mouth. I long to feel you come inside me.
Your taste is thick. My tongue, patient and firm, finds you there, hips rocking up against me in welcome. The music reaches for us, and we decide on the same beat, and I pulse my tongue against the ridge there, my hands holding you and waiting for cues. In moments, you come. It rises out of you with an arch and a quiet thrust. I let the waves subside, stop licking, and hold you in my mouth. Then I roll you on your back and straddle to sit. You feel me selfishly rock flesh against your back to hit a spot and my hand finds it and smooths it away. You feel me above you, fingerfucking myself above your back, and you roll to watch. I scoot and embellish with my hand, the wetness, and the strokes. Later, I drop my hand, to massage your face, rubbing my scent into the stubble of your beard. I have no doubt that you will be hard in moments and this time I will ride it. I love to fuck. You love to watch me. It always lasts longer the second time, after I take the edge off.
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Later, as I wash up the paint pots, I survey the damage. The canvas is colored with a ripple of smears from our passion. All in all, I think it was just about the right size.
You are inside my head, you know. I can hardly walk away from this damn computer without thinking about you there, on the other side of your screen, looking at my words that come from this secret part of me. You are in there with the words, playing catch, knocking them out of the park, being enchanted. I love that you’ve accepted the invitation to come into my head, and you’re reading my stuff.
This part of me has always been guarded. It’s been hard to let you in.
I imagine you there, opening my page, finding my latest contribution. What will you think? Will it make your pussy drip with anticipation? Will your hand find its way between those soft thighs? I imagine your face lighting up with pleasure, maybe you arch up from the chair to stretch out a li
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ttle.... it’s been a long day. Do you unfasten the button at the top of your pants? I like to think that sometimes you might as you venture into another jaunt of my imagination.
Yep. I think about it on and off all day. What will I post next? Will I find the perfect picture? Can I think of a zinger to advertise in my Blast? Will I catch YOUR eye?
I love that you have found me because of my stories... I know you men are reading too, but I’m directing this one at a certain Chick. I have to say that it’s not been hard for me in my life to enchant men. I mean, after all, I’m a slut and men like sluts. No big surprise there.
The magic has been in whether or not I could attract females. And as you know, females can be finicky. Working in the same office with women is the trickiest thing in the world. Today, everyone’s all fine and good, but tomorrow, slip and say the wrong thing, and I could be bitch-slapped. So forgive me, my Dear, for saying this, but the whole idea of YOU coming here for a little moment of your day, or on the weekend after the kids have found something to do and you have a few alone minutes...it totally captures me to think that you might take that stolen moment to find my words here... What a compliment! It strokes my ego, massages my psyche.
So as I write this, I imagine you there, with your hand on the mouse, scrolling down... What really keys me up is to think that maybe sometime, maybe not at exactly this moment, but at any moment late at night, you might lie there in the dark, thinking of something I wrote today, and your hand might slip between your thighs, and your might take pause to ease it down between the folds and find what’s there and think about my story and whatever captured you. Do you bring your finger to your mouth and lick that slickness off? Do you get your finger sloppy wet inside your mouth and put it back directly on your clit and find that special smooth spot you like so much? (I like the top left part of my clit. What about you? Would you ever tell me, even if you thought about it?) Do you rub it sloppy-lazy when you start, and a little more persistently if you decide to finish? Or do you get yourself into a lather and tell yourself HE’LL be home soon, might as well keep it at a dull roar and HE can finish you tonight? (I do that too!)
So guesds what I’m doing while I’m writing this? I’ve been so fraeking horny all day long. I came home to the computr fresh from the shower, wrpped in a white towel. The towel fell when I sat down, draping the cmputer chair in terry. I can sit here and dabblre with words on the screen while I rub on my clit, getting the jucies flowing, smelling the soft smell of me rising up frm my hand. Ah, the sweet smell of pussy, fresh from the shower!
I’d better stop that, I can’t even type!
I want to feel you inside of me so badly! I sit with my legs wide. If you could see through your monitor into my computer screen right now, I’d be putting on quite the show! Can you imagine? If I slide a finger inside my vagina right now, pull it back out, glistening. Want to suck it off? I wish you were here to do it for me.
Slurp!
(It was delicious!) It’s hrd to type. I have to keep backspcing to correct, to insert forgoten letters, to find the ALL CAP key. I want to have you here, sinking against me. I would kneel down between your legs, open you up and breathe deeply. I want to smell your scent for real. Can you imagine me there? My face planted firmly between your legs, my tongue probing your softness...
Would you hold my head where you want me to spend my time? Will I hear your breath catch, or are you a moaner? Will I feel a pull on the back of my head if I hit it just right? I can imagine my tongue lingering at the back of your vagina, then lapping all the way upwards, nice and slow. A big lapping tongue, pushing against all the ripples and valleys, a very flat and broad tongue.... I want to eat you alive! I lap and I lap, feeling you wriggle with delight. Do you moan? Do you say what you want? Do you tell me what to do? Or do you just take it, and quiver, imagining my next move, alive with expectation? I peel the lips of your labia back and pop! There’s that impish clit! Begging for attention. I focus there, whipping my tongue from side to side, feeling you squirm. I have all the time in the world. I start tapping out the secret percussion. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap-tap-tap-tap.
“Oh! Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop. DAMN, Girl! Who taught you that?†I hear at last.
My tongue draws into a sharp hyphen of energy, “Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta†I think as I tap out the rhythm against that pink bulb. I feel you shift underneath me, and imagine your hands clenched hard. I keep going, relentless. (If you think I’m going to give you any mercy now, you’ve got to be kidding!) I brace. I want to hear you scream. The energy builds. Your thighs quiver against my ears.
I back off for a second, then I hold you hard where I want you and go in for the kill. I press my fingers down from the top against where your g-spot is and I come up from inside and stroke against that spongy lifesaver in there. I know I changed up the pace, and it’s going to take a minute, but I keep stroking it, just two fingers inside of you, motioning like I want you to come here. I do want you to cum here, but I can be patient. My breath is coming out all hot and ragged against you, so I pucker my lips and blow out a cold, focused stream, right against your sex. I stroke and stroke and stroke there, and I lap your pussy with a big flat tongue a few times. Mix it up a little. Then back to the stroking, stroking, stroking. Cum for me, cum for me, cum for me, I beg.
Your hands clasp the top of my head, pinning me to your cunny, and a gush of warm spray hits my face. I keep licking and stroking, now a third finger inside, finding its way... You tense, then you jolt, and your cum splashes out in a rush, all in my face, my nose, my hair. It tastes so wonderful, I lap it off of you, sweet relief rushing through you in waves.
Come on, Pretty Girl. You can do it.
I stroke your pussy with persistence, and you arch your back and cry out one more time.
“Oh! OOOOOOoh! Aaannngh! Oh!â€Â
You moan and thrash. I smooth clenching muscles and dry away droplets of water. I hardly want to take my hands away. I wait as the orgasm subsides.
I’m sure I could do that again...
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“You always make me feel so relaxed.†You tell me later. Then you giggle. You couldn’t wipe the smile off my face to save the world.
The Spellbook of Desires was now in the safe confines of the Weasley twins’ room, locked in Fred’s trunk and sealed magically to prevent anyone from taking it from them. The only problem
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was Malfoy had copied down several useful spells before the twins had stolen the book, meaning he was as dangerous as ever. Malfoy hadn’t made anymore moves against any Gryffindor students since Fred and George had embarrassed him and his girlfriend Pansy. Malfoy had to alter Pansy’s memories after her little romp with Fred and George. After the freezing spell finally wore off him, Malfoy had erased Pansy’s memories; she was told by Malfoy that she had just been violated by Fred and George Weasley, and not his friends, Crabbe and Goyle. Harry Potter on the other hand, had been sorely missing his Spellbook of Desires, and after nearly two months of getting no pussy, that he could remember at least, Harry was horny as hell. Harry may not have had the Spellbook of Desires, but he still remembered the spells that he and Ron had already used.
Harry had decided on his next target, Cho Chang; an Asian girl from Ravenclaw that he had found himself very attracted to. Harry couldn’t help but feel butterflies in his stomach every time he saw the fifth year Ravenclaw. He had been sneaking peeks at Cho Chang every time he had been able to; in the hallways, between classes and even in the library. Harry had finally picked out an excellent ambushing point to hit her with the spell Ron had used on Narcissa Malfoy. Cho would always go to the Owlery in the early hours of the morning; where she would send letters to her parents. Harry would always follow her up there and try to make small talk with her; telling her that he was sending letters to his aunt and uncle. In reality however, Harry had been giving Hedwig blank letters, telling her to make a big loop and return after a couple hours of flying. In all his little meetings with Cho, nobody had every come across the two while they were there.
The spell description had read: A simple spell, which, when cast upon the intended target, will create in them an unbreakable sexual attraction to the caster until the caster performs the counter-spell, returning the target to their original state with no memory of the events that had taken place. Warning: the attraction is immediate, and powerful. Unless the counter-spell is performed, the target’s attraction to the caster will continue to increase.
All Harry would have to do was say ‘Attraculus’, do some wand-work and Cho would have an unbreakable sexual attraction to Harry until he used the counter-spell ‘Attraculoff’ and made the same wand movements in the reverse.
Harry had chosen the Saturday before the arrival of students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang to enact his little plan. At five in the morning, Harry left GryffindorTower quietly, not waking Ron or any other Gryffindor student. He used his invisibility cloak that he had gotten back from Fred and George to be even stealthier. He crept to the Owlery and after waiting for ten minutes, Cho finally showed, oblivious to Harry’s presence.
‘Attraculus’ whispered Harry, after lifting up the invisibility cloak and pointing and waving his wand at Cho. The spell was invisible to the eye and had made no sound; making it ideal for stealth use. The spell hit Cho in the back, and a strange sensation rolled through her.
‘Mmmmmmm!’ Cho moaned, wanting nothing else but to find Harry Potter and fuck his brains out. Cho looked around the Owlery, searching for Harry anywhere.
Noticing Cho’s sudden change of demeanor, Harry whipped off his invisibility cloak, just as Cho was about to leave the Owlery and search somewhere else for him.
‘Hey Cho!’ shouted Harry, just as Cho went through the door. She turned around immediately and ran to Harry at full speed, diving on him and knocking him to the ground. Harry had no time to react; his wand flew out of his hand and landed across the room. Harry couldn’t care less at that moment, as Cho ripped off her robe, and followed that by tearing off Harry’s.
‘I’ve wanted this for so long!’ moaned Cho, completely under the influence of the spell now. Cho wasn’t a virgin, but she wasn’t very experienced either, as she roughly started to kiss Harry. Harry reached around her and started to squeeze Cho’s ass. She moaned loudly, removing Harry’s sweater and t-shirt in the process. She slid down Harry’s body and pulled his pants down along with her. Harry’s cock sprang up, only hampered by his tight fitting underwear, which Cho promptly pulled down as fast as she could. She could think of one thing and one thing only, and that was Harry’s five inch cock, already fully hard and ready for Cho.
‘Suck it bitch’ groaned Harry, thrusting his hips upwards for Cho, who instinctively opened her mouth and engulfed half of his cock in a single thrust.
‘Mmmmmmmpf’ moaned Cho, now bobbing her head up and down, engulfing more and more with each passing second until her black hair was a blur to Harry and he felt his cock hitting the back of her throat. She continued to deep-throat Harry for the next five minutes until Harry began to pant loudly, getting ready to explode down Cho’s little throat.
‘I’m fucking cumming Cho!’ screamed Harry, thrusting his hips upwards and lodging his cock in her throat. Cho wrapped her hands around Harry’s ass, giving him extra leverage to force a little more of his shaft into her throat. Cho felt Harry’s cock spasm before he began to cum.
‘Unghhhhh!’ grunted Harry, ejaculating three long thick streams of his hot cum down Cho’s throat. Cho swallowed every drop greedily, not even letting one ounce leave her mouth. After finally finishing, Harry pulled his softening cock from Cho’s throat.
‘Yummmmm!’ Cho said, swallowing the last of Harry’s cum and catching her breath in the process. Instead of just stopping there though, Cho stood up and started to strip out of her clothes. Harry was exhausted from just cumming down her throat, but as she started pulling off her clothes, Harry could feel his cock begin to harden once again. Cho slowly pulled off her sweater first, revealing a tight white dress shirt, hugging her generously sized teen breasts. Harry could just make out her hardening nipples as she tore off the buttons one at a time until all that was left was a single button. Cho played with this last button, tantalizing Harry, who by this point was completely hard again and ready for round two.
‘Fuck!’ moaned Harry, reaching up and tearing the last button off of Cho’s dress shirt and revealing her gorgeous teen tits, capped with tiny brown erect nipples. Harry wasn’t finished there; he wanted to see Cho completely naked, and he wasn’t going to wait for her to do it herself. Harry tore off her little skirt, revealing a tiny black thong, which he took hold of and pulled it as hard as he could, ripping it in the process.
‘Owwwww!’ screamed Cho, as her thong tore, pinching her shaved pussy in the process. Harry was awestruck as he stared at Cho’s perfect figure; she was fit, with great tits and a beautiful shaved teen pussy. He nearly came right then and there, but before Harry could blow his load, Cho jumped on top of him again, pinning him to the straw strewn floor and sitting on his waist.
‘You ready to fuck me big boy!’ moaned Cho sexily, staring at Harry sexily, while reaching back with one of her hands and grabbing Harry’s fully erect cock. Cho could feel her saliva still coated on his cock, as she guided it towards her tiny opening.
‘Unghhhhh!’ grunted Harry, as he felt the tip of his cock pierce Cho’s tight pussy. Both Harry and Cho scrunched their faces in pain as Harry’s shaft began to slide into Cho’s pussy.
‘God! Your pussy is so tight Cho!’ Harry moaned, thrusting his hips upwards into Cho, while she leaned down to give Harry a kiss. Harry passionately kissed her back, while using his hands to reach around and grab Cho’s juicy ass. He gave it a quick squeeze before raising one of his hands and smacking her ass hard.
‘Mmmmmm… Harder Harry!’ Cho whispered into Harry’s ear, bouncing on his cock in the process. Harry continued to smack Cho’s ass for the next few minutes until his cock was completely impaled in her pussy. Harry stopped slapping her and took a firm hold of her ass before lifting and dropping her on his shaft as hard and fast as possible. The sensation of sliding his cock in and out of her athletically tight pussy was already putting some strain on Harry, even after having just cum minutes earlier. After five more minutes of hard fucking, Cho could tell that Harry was reaching his end again, and wanting to please him the most, Cho reached back again and started to fondle his spasming balls.
‘I’m cumming Cho!’ groaned Harry, ready to explode for the second time that morning.
‘CUM INSIDE ME HARRY! Fill my pussy up! I need your hot cum so bad!’ shouted Cho, at the top of her lungs, urging Harry to blow his load deep in her clutching pussy.
‘UNGHHHHH!’ grunted Harry, ejaculating a second large load of cum, this time deep into Cho’s hot pussy. Several hot streams of his potent seed penetrated her womb and filled her completely, impregnating her on the spot.
‘Ahhhhhhh!’ screamed Cho, finally going through her own orgasm after feeling her pussy filled with Harry’s warm seed. ‘God it feels so good inside me!’ moaned Cho, coming down from her own orgasm and feeling Harry’s semen drip from her pussy and slide down Harry’s cock, which was still lodged deeply in her wet pussy.
To Harry’s complete surprise however, Cho had no intention of getting off his semi-hard cock. Cho just started to move herself up and down again, sliding Harry’s cum-slicked cock in and out of her cum filled pussy, while their added cum continued to leak out of her sopping wet hole. Harry was too tired to fight her off, and as his cock continued to slide in and out, Harry realized the peril he was now in; the counter-spell would be the only thing that could stop Cho’s sexual conquest of Harry.
‘Gotta get my wand’ Harry whispered to himself, just before he felt himself getting hard again. The slick sensation of having his cock continually bounced on had gotten him to full hardness again. Harry may have been exhausted, but even he was impressed by his amazing ability to recover in such a short time. Not wanting to waste such an excellent opportunity, Harry decided to keep fucking Cho, and in the process, find someway to make it over to his wand. If Harry didn’t get to his wand and cast the counter-spell, Cho would definitely fuck him to death. As Harry thought about how nice a death it would be if Cho actually did fuck him to death, he thought up a brilliant plan; a plan which would see Cho’s sweet juicy ass being fucked hard.
‘Get up bitch!’ commanded Harry, pushing Cho off of his cock and onto her feet. ‘Turn around and get on your knees’ Harry continued, as he struggled to his feet and got ready to slam his cock into her tiniest and tightest hole.
‘Mmmmmm! Are you gonna fuck my ass?’ asked Cho, horny to have Harry take her virgin ass. Just before Harry began to guide his cock towards Cho’s asshole, she turned her head around, gave him a wink, and wiggled her ass to entice him further. Harry’s cock gave a little twinge at Cho’s little shake, before he guided it to her asshole, prodding it gently.
‘Ahhhhh! That feels good!’ moaned a still horny Cho, as Harry began to press deeper into the young slut. Harry’s cock was still lubed up from his and Cho’s juices, and as he pressed forward, he was glad of the extra lubrication. The tip of his cock just barely slid past her tight ass sphincter, making both Harry and Cho groan in pain. Harry knew that the only way to survive his little sexual romp with Cho was to get to his wand on the other side of the Owlery and cast the counter-spell. To do this however, he was going to have to slam his cock into her ass so hard that both he and Cho slid across the straw strewn floor to his wand.
‘Unghhhh!’ grunted Harry, slamming another three inches into Cho before slowly pulling his cock back out of her and doing the same until he had made enough room to fit his entire five inches in her tiny ass. Cho had been in perpetual pain ever since Harry had entered her ass, but after he finally bottomed out and mashed his waist against her ass, she went through her second orgasm of the morning.
‘Ahhhhh!’ screamed Cho, as her pussy exploded, spraying her warm juices against Harry’s balls and legs. This nearly made Harry cum again, but he knew that if he couldn’t reach his wand by the time he had cum for the third time, he’d be in real trouble. Harry therefore, continued to slam his cock into her ass as hard as he could, with each successive pummeling, pushing the pair farther across the room until Harry was in reaching distance of his wand. Harry grabbed hold of it while still pounding Cho’s ass from behind; there was no sense in wasting another opportunity to cum when he already had his wand and knew that he was safe from death by fucking. After several more minutes of Harry banging Cho from behind, and after nearly passing out from exhaustion, Harry’s cock began to spasm for the third time.
‘UNGHHHH!’ grunted Harry, just as Cho passed out from pleasure. Harry pasted her rectum with what little cum he had left, depositing a sizeable load deep within her. Satisfied that he had had his fun with his little Asian beauty, Harry pulled his cock out of her ass with a plop, flipped the unconscious Cho onto her back and buried his softening cock in her hot wet mouth; cleaning any cum he had left on his shaft. Happy, exhausted and ready for breakfast, Harry said ‘Attraculoff’ and waved his wand to cast the counter-spell on Cho. The invisible light hit her in the chest and removed the powerful sex spell which had wholly controlled her actions.
‘Should I leave her naked, or should I re-dress her?’ said Harry out loud, while throwing his clothes back on and getting ready to leave Cho, naked and full of his hot cum. Harry decided it would be best to re-dress her; if he didn’t, there would be too many questions to answer. He stuffed her torn thong in his pants pocket before re-buttoning her dress shirt, throwing on her sweater and sliding her little skirt back on. Before he put her cloak on however, he lifted her skirt, got a good look at her pussy, and thrust two fingers up into her unconscious pussy.
‘I’ll be dreaming about that for the next week’ Harry said to himself, before removing his fingers, licking them, and picking up her cloak and putting it back on her. He left the Owlery, shortly after throwing his invisibility cloak on, leaving Cho alone and unknowingly impregnated.
Cho woke an hour later, totally exhausted, with a headache and weird taste in her mouth. ‘I must of fell asleep’ Cho said to herself, unaware that she had just been pumped full of Harry Potter’s sticky cum. Cho stood up and couldn’t believe how much her ass hurt. She could barely stand, ‘Geez! I must of hit my ass hard when I fell over’ Cho said to herself again, as she walked over to where she had evidently dropped her letter before calling down an owl and sending it on its way.
‘I hope my ass feels better before the Triwizard Cup begins’ said Cho, leaving the Owlery with a small amount of Harry’s cum rolling down her leg unnoticed.
My name’s Steve. I’m nineteen and I live with my mom and sister and go to college. Mom works a lot so I’m home alone with my sister Shannon a lot. She doesn’t bother me much though. For the past five or six years I’ve been looking at internet porn. Against the rules, I know but don’t worry, this story gets much worse. Anyway I quickly found that my favorite type of porn was femdom. Women whipping men and putting them in bondage and raping them. Over the years I’ve accumulated quite a collection of pictures, video clips, and sexy stories on my computer.
My sister Shannon is thirteen. She’s about five-three, blond, and over the last year her body’s developed incredibly. She’s my sister so obviously
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I tried not to look but sometimes I’d catch myself glancing at her tight little butt or cleavage.
On that fateful day I came home from school as usual. I wanted to get on my computer and jack off to some of the hot pictures for a while.
I walked into my room and was startled to see Shannon sitting at my computer. I was about to yell at her for using my computer without permission but I suddenly saw what was on the screen. It was a video of a woman paddling a naked man’s ass.
She’d found my stuff! My face flushed and I wanted to run. I actually felt faint. What was I going to do??
She turned to me. “You sure do have a lot of this stuff, big brother.â€Â
My mouth was dry as sand. I couldn’t talk.
“I’ve been looking at it for a couple of months. It’s really sexy.†She glanced back at the screen where the guy’s butt was getting very red. “Would you like a girl to do that to you, Stevie? Would you like me to do that to you?â€Â
I still couldn’t talk. Had she really just said what I thought she’d said?
Her voice hit me like a slap, bringing me partly back to my senses. “Answer me, big brother!â€Â
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “N-no. Shannon, you…â€Â
She turned and smiled at me, her big brown eyes gazing into mine, drilling into me.
“Well, let’s just find out. Take off your shirt. Now, big brother!â€Â
I was trembling. Was she serious? She knew about the stuff on my computer now. Knowing my secret she seemed to have an incredible power over me. And she was acting so dominant! I’d never seen her like this!!
I pulled my shirt off over my head and dropped it on the bed.
“Very nice. Now the pants.â€Â
“I-I-…Shannon…â€Â
“Now, big brother.â€Â
“I-I’m not wearing underwear.†I mumbled out. Could this possibly be more embarrassing??
She giggled. “Perfect. Get them off.â€Â
Now I realized I had a boner! My little sister ordering me around like this had gotten me hard!!
My hands were trembling so hard I couldn’t grab the button at first. Tears slipped down my cheeks. So this was what it was like to be dominated. This is it. A woman’s dominating me.
My hard dick popped out of my pants. I lowered them and kicked them off, looking down at the ground.
Shannon reached out and took a hold of my dick. I let out a soft whimper but didn’t even think about trying to stop her.
“Wow! You sure are hard, big brother. Do you like being bossed around by your little sister?â€Â
“Y-yes.†I gasped.
“Good boy. Now get on your knees.â€Â
I did as I was told. She stood up in front of me and I gazed down at her sneakers, wondering what she was going to do next.
She stood there silently, letting the tension grow. I was getting more and more afraid of her by the second.
Finally she said. “Look at me, Stevie.â€Â
I slowly looked up to her beautiful face. She was gazing down at me with a superior smirk on her face.
“Do you think I’m pretty, Stevie?â€Â
“Yes Shannon.â€Â
She slapped me. “You should know the rules, Stevie! What do you call a woman when you’re kneeing in front of her?â€Â
“M-mistress.â€Â
“So, do you think I’m pretty?â€Â
“Yes Mistress.â€Â
“Would you like your little sister and Mistress to fuck you?â€Â
I dropped my eyes. I couldn’t answer that.
She grabbed me by the hair and jerked my head back so she could look into my eyes. “Answer me, slave.â€Â
“Y-y-y-yes M-mistress.†I sobbed.
“Yes what?â€Â
“Y-yes I’d-I’d like you to…to…fuck me.†I moaned.
“Mistress.†I quickly added.
“You’re a little fucking pervert to want to be dominated and raped by your thirteen year old sister.â€Â
“I-I-I know Mistress.â€Â
“Well! Lucky for you I’m a little pervert too! Looking at your sexy pictures gets my pussy so wet! It’s given me a lot of ideas and I‘m going to try them all out on you, big brother. How does that make you feel?â€Â
I didn’t know how to answer.
“S-scared.â€Â
She giggled. “Good. Now take off my panties.â€Â
I only hesitated for a moment before reaching under my sister’s skirt and gripping the edges of her panties. I pulled them slowly down her sexy young legs and she stepped out of them. I hadn’t seen anything at all but now I was holding a pair of soft cotton panties in my hand and I knew there was nothing on under her skirt.
“Do you want to smell them, Stevie? They’re nice and wet.â€Â
I hadn’t thought about it til just now but suddenly I was dying to sniff my sister’s worn panties.
“Yes Mistress.â€Â
“Go ahead you little pervert.â€Â
I lifted the panties to my face and sniffed hesitantly. Then I crammed them up under my nose and breathed deeply, savoring the earthy aroma of my sister’s sweet young pussy and feeling her pussy juices on my face.
“Do they smell good?â€Â
“Oh yes Mistress!†I gasped.
“Well here comes the real thing!â€Â
She swung one leg over my shoulder and roughly shoved my face straight into her wet pussy!
“Lick, slave! Lick your Mistress’s pussy!â€Â
I started licking. I’d never done this before. Luckily Shannon had never done it either so she really didn’t expect much. She did order me to go faster several times. I couldn’t believe I was down on my knees servicing my dominant little sister’s luscious pussy! I was in heaven!
Finally she grabbed me by the hair and mashed my face against her pussy.
Her juices flowed down my throat and I swallowed all I could.
She let go of me and I fell to my hands and knees between her legs gasping.
“Oh that felt so fucking good!†She gasped.
I knelt there silently in front of my sister while she recovered from her orgasm.
Finally she asked. “Did you like eating my pussy, Stevie.â€Â
“Yes Mistress!â€Â
She nudged my dick with her foot. “Do you want to do something about that little thing, now?â€Â
“Yes! Yes Mistress!â€Â
She giggled. “Weeellll, maybe later tonight. We’ll see what kind of mood I’m in. For the time being no jerking off.â€Â
I sighed. “Yes Mistress.â€Â
I was dying to cum here!!
“And I put a password on all those naughty pictures on your computer. No more looking at them without my permission.†She turned and cleared the screen.
“Yes Mistress.â€Â
“Now I think you need a spanking, big brother.†She sat down on the edge of the bed and patted her lap. “Come on. Over little sister’s knee.â€Â
I crawled to her and lay across her lap. This was even more humiliating than eating her pussy. My hard dick was pressed against her leg. She squeezed my ass, digging her nails into it. Then she took her hand away.
I waited. Waited. For the inevitable-
*SMACK!!*
“How’s that feel, slave?â€Â
*SMACK!!*
“Like being spanked by your little sister?â€Â
*SMACK!!*
“I’m only thirteen, Stevie, and you’re a grown man!â€Â
*SMACK!!*
“You’re pitiful.†*SMACK!!*
Shannon continued to spank and humiliate me. It was really starting to hurt! Was she ever going to stop?? I squirmed around on her lap.
*SMACK!!*
“Don’t you move an inch til I’m done with you!â€Â
*SMACK!!*
I don’t know how long she spanked me but it felt like forever. Finally she pushed me off her lap. I quickly got up on my knees again.
“Now thank me for disciplining you and kiss my shoes, slave.†I leaned down and submissively kissed the toes of her sneakers.
“Thank you for disciplining me, Mistress!â€Â
“Okay now listen up, slave. This is how it’s gonna be. Whenever mom’s not around you’re my slave. You are to call me ‘Mistress’ and you may not wear clothes. Tonight I’m coming back here to have some more fun with you after mom’s asleep. I want you waiting for me naked on top of the covers. And remember what I said: No jerking off without my permission.â€Â
“Yes Mistress.â€Â
“Now I’m going to get my homework. You’ll be doing it for me from now on.â€Â
Mom came home and I ate dinner with her and Shannon acting as normal as I could. I was sure she could tell something was weird with me but obviously she could never guess what.
Shannon was fantastic. She acted no different than she ever had. I wondered if she’d punish me for my poor performance.
After dinner I went back to my room and finished her homework. When I was done I brought it to her room. I listened carefully. Mom was downstairs watching tv.
I got on my knees and knocked softly on the door. Shannon opened it and I held out the papers to her.
“Your homework, Mistress.â€Â
She patted me on the head. “Good slave. Dismissed.â€Â
I turned and crawled back down the hall to my room.
That night I lay on top of the covers naked waiting for Shannon. I didn’t jerk off but my dick was rock-hard in anticipation.
Where was she?? Maybe she’d just fallen asleep. Well, even if she had I would stay here naked all night long just as she had commanded.
Suddenly the door opened and my sadistic young sister slipped in. I immediately got off the bed and knelt before her.
She smacked me on the head. “I told you to stay on the bed, slave!â€Â
“Sorry Mistress!†I scurried back up on the bed and lay back against the pillows.
She stepped up onto the bed and straddled my waist. She dropped some piece of cloth on the bed but my eyes were glued to her. She grabbed the hem of her nightgown and pulled it up over her head and for the first time I got a good look at my sister’s fantastic body.
Her breasts had developed wonderfully and I was sure they would just keep on growing. Her stomach was trim and her long legs looked sleek and strong. My mouth was practically watering.
“Like what you see, big brother?â€Â
“Y-yes Mistress!†She sat down on my stomach. I could feel the heat and moisture on her pussy against me.
She picked up that cloth off the bed and took my left hand and tied it tightly around my wrist. Then she reached up and started to tie my wrist to the bed post. Her luscious young breasts were just inches from my face. I was dying to suck and lick them!! I was trying to get up the courage to ask for permission when she leaned back and started on my right wrist.
When she was finished she ran her hands slowly down my chest. “I like you this way, slave. Completely helpless.â€Â
She started to tickle my exposed armpits. I bit my lip and squirmed underneath her.
“I haven’t done this to you in a long time, have I, Stevie? It’s even more fun when you just have to lay there and take it.â€Â
This was driving me crazy! I wanted to just buck my hips and get her off! But I knew I couldn’t do that. I just bit my lip harder and endured the torture silently.
She finally stopped and started touching her own body.
“Do you like my breasts, Stevie?†She said, squeezing them.
“Yes Mistress. Very much.â€Â
She giggled. “I love how big they’re getting!†She leaned forward and thrust them in my face. “Kiss them.â€Â
I eagerly started kissing my sister’s perky breasts. I started licking and sucking. They felt so good! So soft! And the taste of her skin was just incredible!
“Yeah! That’s right! Suck my nipples, big brother!†She gasped.
She shoved them further against my face, pressing my head against the headboard.
“Mmm, okay, okay.†She sighed, moving back and taking her gorgeous breasts out of my reach. “Very good, slave boy. Now to introduce you to your Mistress’s ass.â€Â
She stood and turned around and my eyes were glued to her incredible ass. She crouched down and it bumped against my face. She leaned forward a bit so it was right in front of my face.
“Go on, you little slut. Kiss you Mistress’s ass.â€Â
I eagerly leaned forward and started the deliciously humiliating chore of kissing my sister’s ass.
After a few minutes of kissing she thrust her ass back, pinning my head to the headboard and my face between her ass cheeks. I could barely breathe. She leaned back, putting most of her weight on me.
“I really love those face sitting videos, Stevie. I’m going to be using your face for a seat a lot! Would you like that, big brother? Of course it doesn’t mater if you would or not because you’re just my slave. Say that, Stevie. Say it into my ass.â€Â
“I’m your slave.†I mumbled into her ass, gasping for whatever breath I could.
“Say ‘I’m my little sister’s slave and I worship her ass.’â€Â
“I’m my little sister’s slave and I worship her ass.â€Â
She took her ass away from my face and I gasped for breath. She turned around and sat down on my legs.
She took my cock in her hand and started sliding it up and down.
“Mistresssss…†I moaned.
She giggled. “You’ve got such a pretty cock here, Stevie. It’s pretty big too.â€Â
“Thank you, Mistress.â€Â
“Now I’m going to ride it. Time to deflower you, big brother!â€Â
She moved forward and her hot, wet pussy rubbed against my dick.
“Ohhh, Sha-Mistress!†I gasped.
She grabbed my dick from behind and put the head into the swollen lips of her pussy.
“Mistress…I…I’ve heard it’s-it’s painful for a girl…to lose her virginity…on top. Maybe you should…I mean…â€Â
She giggled. “Aw, so sweet of you to be concerned about your little sister.†She leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek. “Don’t worry. I popped my cherry a long time ago. Masturbating to the stuff on your computer. Now I’m ready to take my brother’s big, hot cock!†With that she slid back and engulfed my entire cock in her hot, tight pussy.
“Oh fuck! You are sooooo big!†She gasped.
She started sliding slowly back and forth on it.
“Oh god that feels good, Mistress!â€Â
Shannon started bouncing up and down on my cock. It felt incredible! Her breasts bouncing, her strong young legs flexing, I wanted to touch her so bad! It was so fucking frustrating!
She was in charge here. My sister. My Mistress. Fucking me. Raping me. And there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it!
Suddenly Shannon slid all the way down on my cock and her pussy gripped is tightly.
“Oooohooooohhhhoooohhhhhhh†She moaned with her head thrown back.
She put her hands on my chest and leaned forward, looking down at me. Her eyes were slightly glazed.
“That was fucking incredible!! I’ve never felt anything that good in my life!!â€Â
“Sh-M-Mistress!†I gasped. “Please. Let me cum!â€Â
“Huh? Oh. Oh yeah. Well, since you’ve been such a good slave I guess I should let you cum too.â€Â
She started slowly pumping up and down on my dick again. She gradually started to pick up speed again.
“Ohhh, it feels sooo good! I think I’m going to cum again!â€Â
Her tight, incredible pussy clamped down on me again just as I started to spurt gallons of cum inside her.
“Oh thank you, thank you, Shannon!! Thank you so much for being my Mistress!! You’re all my dreams come true!!â€Â
She slapped me.
“Shut the fuck up!†She hissed. “Mom will hear!â€Â
I realized I’d been practically screaming. I clamped my mouth shut and just moaned as the most incredible orgasm of my life swept my entire body and my dick, imprisoned in my little sister’s tight, perfect pussy emptied it’s massive load.
“Ohhh that was unbelievable!†Shannon purred as she put her head on my chest and just lay there on top of me.
Within seconds I could tell she was asleep. I was exhausted. I wanted to close my eyes and sleep with my Mistress. But I knew if we both fell asleep we might very well sleep til morning. And then we’d both be in real trouble.
I lay there for a long time, letting her rest on top of me. Finally my eyes were closing. I couldn’t stay awake any longer. I had to do something.
I leaned forward and nudged the top of her head with my lips.
“Mistress. Mistress. Wake up. I’m sorry.â€Â
“Hmm? Wha?â€Â
She looked up at me and smiled. She wrapped her arms around me.
“Wasn’t that incredible, Stevie? Hmm?â€Â
“Yes. Yes it was, Mistress. But now I think-Maybe you should-â€Â
“Oh yeah. I guess the fun’s over for tonight, huh?â€Â
She reached up and started untying my right wrist. She was sleepy and laying across me and her breasts were pressed against my face.
“Well don’t worry. I’ve got all kinds of things planned for my little slaveboy. Tonight was just the beginning.â€Â
“Yes Mistress. I can‘t wait, Mistress.â€Â
She sat up on the edge of the bed and yawned while I rubbed my aching wrists.
“I’m too tired to walk all the way to my room, Stevie. Get down on your hands and knees.â€Â
I was exhausted too but of course I would do anything for Shannon. She sat down on my back and slipped one of the long pieces of cloth between my teeth. She held both ends like reigns and slapped them lightly against my shoulder.
“Okay. Go Stevie!â€Â
I crawled to the door and she opened it. I crawled down the hall naked with my sister riding on my back and then into her room where she laid down on the bed.
“Oh hey, I forgot. Lick all your sticky cum out of me, slave.â€Â
“Huh? Oh yes Mistress.â€Â
I crawled up between her legs and eagerly started licking her sweet pussy. I’d seen guys perform this deliciously humiliating chore on the internet lots of times. I’d even tasted my own cum before. I didn’t like it but it wasn’t bad either. And mixed with the taste of my sister’s amazing pussy it was incredible. I stuck my tongue in as deep as I could, determined to clean up all my cum and satisfy my Mistress.
“Oh yeah that’s it, Stevie! Get in there deep! Get all your hot, wet cum! Oh that feels good! Lick faster!â€Â
I licked until my sister’s body shuddered with yet another orgasm.
She reached down and petted my hair like I was a dog. “Good boy! That’ll be all for tonight.â€Â
I stood up and pulled the covers over her. I tucked them around her and leaned down to kiss her cheek. She was already nearly asleep.
“Goodnight, Mistress.â€Â
“Goodnight.â€Â
I turned to go.
“Hey wait. Come back here. I almost forgot.â€Â
I went quickly back to my Mistress.
“Hand me that cloth.†She pointed to the one that had been in my mouth. “Now turn around.â€Â
She tied my hands firmly behind my back.
“Okay. You can go. I’ll untie you in the morning.â€Â
“Um, Mistress…I…I have to pee…â€Â
“Well then you’ll have to sit down like a girl. Go on. I’m fucking exhausted.â€Â
I hung my head. “Yes Mistress.â€Â
I walked to the bathroom naked with my hands tied behind my back and sat down to pee. Then I went back to my room, carefully opening and closing doors behind my back and lay down for a long night in bondage.
I woke up and was scared until I remembered that Shannon had tied my hands behind my back. I lay there thinking about the incredible night of domination with my dick sticking straight up. Of course I couldn’t touch it and even if my hands were free my Mistress had forbidden it.
Suddenly Shannon slipped into my room.
I stumbled quickly down to my knees.
“Good morning, Mistress.â€Â
“How did you sleep, slave?â€Â
“Not very well, Mistress.â€Â
“Don’t worry. You’ll get used to sleeping in bondage eventually.â€Â
“Yes Mistress.â€Â
“Okay. I’ll take that off for you.â€Â
She went behind me and leaned down to untie my hands. Then she immediately tied the long piece of cloth around my neck. She walked around in front of me, holding the other end of the cloth.
“Come, slave.â€Â
She pulled me to the door on the make shift leash and listened carefully.
“Coast’s clear.â€Â
She opened the door and dragged me out into the hall naked. She led me down the hall and into the bathroom. There she took the leash off me.
“Go ahead and pee if you need to. But sit down for cripes sake!â€Â
I did even though it was incredibly embarrassing to pee in front of my sister.
“Okay now crawl into the tub.â€Â
Shannon slipped her nightgown off over her head while I knelt there in the tub. Then she stepped in naked and straddled my fake with her pussy pressed against my lips. I waited anxiously for her to give the order to lick.
“Okay, now I have to pee. Open your mouth.:â€Â
“What??â€Â
“Open your mouth and swallow as much as you can, slave.†She snapped in her cold dominatrix voice.
I obediently opened my mouth and tried to prepare for the worst.
Hot urine flowed into my mouth. I gulped it down, trying not to think about what was happening. She must have been holding it all night! I drank most of it but some dripped down my face.
Finally she was finished. That wasn’t as bad as I thought.
“Lick me clean.â€Â
I probed the folds of her pussy with my tongue for a moment then she stepped back.
“Now lick your lips. That was very good, Stevie. I‘m impressed.â€Â
“Thank you, Mistress.â€Â
“You were just born to be a slave weren’t you, Stevie?â€Â
“Yes Mistress.â€Â
“Did you like drinking my piss, slaveboy?â€Â
“Yes Mistress.†I hadn’t liked the taste but the submission and humiliation had been incredible!
“Well that’s good since you’ll be doing it from now on. I expect you to get good enough that we can do it outside of the bathtub.â€Â
“Yes Mistress.â€Â
“Okay now let’s shower.â€Â
She started the water and ordered me to wash her. I was in heaven intimately touching every inch of my sister’s fantastic young body. I washed her beautiful golden hair and then she told me to wash myself.
When I was soaping my dick she let me jerk off for a few minutes but stopped me before I came.
When I was done I dried my amazing, dominant sister’s hair and body she had me help her get dressed.
She pushed me up against the wall and squeezed my still hard dick.
“Okay, I’m going down to breakfast. Then you can get dressed and come down.
“I want you back here right after school, slave. I’m going to do sooo many things to you. Painful things. Humiliating things. Try to guess what they’ll be while you’re at school today.†She grinned evilly.
“Y-yes Mistress.â€Â
She slapped me on the ass and walked to the door. She listened for a moment and then slipped into the hall.
I slowly started to get dress, already consumed with thoughts of what my sister was going to do to me tonight.
“Damn, Dallas, I can’t believe you got Harry Valentini as your science project partner. He has the hottest mom in school, I swear.†Said Joe to his friend as the school bus turned into the
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Dallas cut off his comrade. “Jeez, Joe, Harry’s a few seats in front of his. Firstly, that’s the worst thing one could hear ab
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out his own mom.†Dallas leaned back in his seat and was silent for a moment. “Secondly, you don’t have to tell me twice Mrs. Valentini’s a MILF.†The bus pulled to a stop, and Dallas rose and slung his backpack over his shoulder. “And I get to go over Harry’s house for the project. See ya, Joe.†He said to his friend, winking.
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Dark clouds hung over the land, rumbles in the distant.
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“Good day to be inside, eh, Harry?â€Â
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Harry shrugged his shoulders silently.
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“So your mom is giving us a ride?â€Â
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Harry flinched. Dallas was a good guy, thought Harry, but as with any guy in school, he couldn’t stand them when around his mom. “Yeah, she’s right there, in the white SUV.â€Â
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Harry got into the front passenger seat of the tinted vehicle. Dallas took the long way around, and got into the back passenger seat, so he could get a better view of Mrs. Valentini.
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“Hi, boys, what’s up?†greeted the two as they entered the vehicle; it was the perky, dulcet voice of Mrs. Valentini, which Dallas had only the pleasure of hearing a few rare times previously.
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Hi, mom.†Said a bitter Harry.
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“Hey, Mrs. Valentini!†She was turned around in the driver’s seat, looking right at Dallas. The thirty-four year old’s blonde hair hanged around her DD-breasts, which nearly fell out of the top of her tight, white shirt. “Thanks for the ride.â€Â
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She put the car into gear and started driving. “Of course, honey, anytime.â€Â
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Harry decided he needed to arrest anymore contact between Dallas and his mother. “Dallas, we’re writing on the circulatory system, right?â€Â
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“Right, dude. I have my bio text. You got the book we took from the school library?†asked Dallas, as the car pulled into the Valentinis’ driveway.
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Harry froze. “Shit!â€Â
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Mrs. Valentini lightly slapped her son’s knee. “Henry!â€Â
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“Sorry, mom. Man, I forgot it in my locker. We need that!†Seeing an opportunity to separate his mom and his classmate, he asked, “Mom, could you drive me to pick it up?â€Â
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Mrs. Valentini opened her door and stepped out, which was Dallas’s cue to do so as well. He quietly whistled at her ass and tight jeans.
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“Honey, your brother’s just about to drive there; he needs to get something as well. You can go with him; I’ll give your friend the grand tour.†Mrs. Valentini smiled at Dallas; he returned it.
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“Mom, I-“
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“Here’s your brother now, Henry.†She called to her other son, who was starting his car. “Josh! Your brother needs to get something. Give him a ride?â€Â
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“Sure.†Replied Harry’s older brother. Harry stood stunned. He tried to look to someone for support, but could find none. He admitted defeat, and got into his brother’s car.
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Mrs. Valentini lifted her palm, feeling for a few droplets of rain. “We’re just in time.†She said to Dallas. “Let’s get into the kitchen, I’ll get you something.†Dallas happily obliged, keeping his eyes on Mrs. Valentini’s wobbling ass the whole way to the kitchen. Sitting Dallas at the table, Mrs. Valentini gave her son’s friend a glass of milk and cookies.
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“Wonderful, Mrs. V.†said Dallas.
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“Oh, they’re nothing, honey…†Said Mrs. Valentini, drying a plate with disinterest. “You know, there’s something I’d like on the top shelf of the pantry, but I can’t reach it, and my husband’s been away on business for the week-Do you think you could reach it?â€Â
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“Anything I can do for you, Mrs. Valentini.†Replied Dallas. Considering her height, Mrs. Valentini should be able to reach it, Dallas thought. Well, you don’t question someone that hot. He got up and went to open the pantry door.
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“Thanks honey. It’s a box of sugar, right on the top.†Dallas, stretching a bit, groped around for the box. Mrs. Valentini leaned back in a chair and enjoyed the show of the young man’s backside. “Oooo…â€Â
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Dallas finally felt the box, and brought it down. “Here you go, Mrs. V.â€Â
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“Thank you, Dallas. Sit back down, honey.†Said Mrs. Valentini, patting the chair next to her. Dallas obliged readily, attempting to conceal for sight the hard-on he had had since first seeing Mrs. Valentini in the car. “So, Dallas,†she continued, “I read your interview in the Press. Very, impressive, honey. You have a wonderful physique...†Dallas nearly jumped as he felt her put her hand on his leg, rubbing it.
“Thanks, Mrs. V-Valentini.†Stuttered Dallas. I can’t believe this….
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“You know, honey, with the weather, I bet Josh and Harry won’t be back for a good long time.†Said Mrs. Valentini. She became more adventurous, as her hand spread further and further, eventually going between his legs. “Oh! Excited, Dallas?†Mrs. Valentini laughed.
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Jeez!
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Mrs. Valentini jumped up from her chair. “Let’s take that tour I talked about, eh? I’d love to show you my bedroom.â€Â
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Dallas nearly knocked over the table in getting up. “Sure!†The two went upstairs, and into the master bedroom. A large, king-sized bed dominated the center of the room.
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“You know, honey, it’s been a bit lonely with Jack in Connecticut for the week. I’ve tried to stay satisfied…†Dallas then noticed a television in a cabinet before the bed; In front were DVD cases spread: College Boys Vol. II and Curious Studs No. 5 were but a few.
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“But it doesn’t work so well, honey.†Dallas gulped as Mrs. Valentini continued.
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Time to take the initiative.Dallas led Mrs. Valentini to sit on the edge of her bed. “Take a load off, Mrs. V.†She giggled. “I’ll take care of things, alright?â€Â
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“Sure, honey.†Mrs. Valentini’s smile grew as Dallas kneeled before her and began to remover her jeans.
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Dallas pulled them down to her ankles, and then took off her moist thong. He licked his lips, and went to work.
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“Oh, honey, yeah….Ooh!†Dallas looked into Mrs. Valentini’s eyes with a wonderfully mischievous glint in his, as his tongue flicked over her clitoris.
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“Uhhh…oh! Honey, honey, wait.†Mrs. Valentini stopped Dallas. “Honey, I gotta do my part. Reversing positions, she sat Dallas on the bed, and kneeled before him.
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“Sure things, Mrs. Valentini.†Said Dallas. “After all, you’re the host…†he murmured.
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Mrs. Valentini unzipped Dallas’s fly. His eight-inch cock flew from his bulge.
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“Ooh! Not quite as big as Jack’s, but good…I’m sorry, honey, I don’t mean to insult. I know you’ll grow!â€Â
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“Okay, baby, sure.†Dallas gently pushed Mrs. Valentini’s open mouth onto his cock. She went to work right away. While sliding her mouth up and down on Dallas’s shaft, she lightly squeezed his sizeable balls.
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“Oh, fuck yeah, Mrs. V….Fuck, suck me down.†As she began to rub his cock with her hand, and lick his head, he murmured, “God, I’m gonna come!†She went faster until Dallas unloaded into her mouth. She swallowed every bit, and licked his head clean.
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Mrs. Valentini stood and wiped her mouth. “Thanks, honey.â€Â
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“Shit, baby, we’re not done yet.†Dallas rolled over onto the bed, on his back. His dick still stood tall and proud. “Climb on papa.â€Â
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“Oo, honey!†Mrs. Valentini jumped onto the bed, mounted Dallas’s cock, and began riding.
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Dallas smiled and grabbed onto her hips as Mrs. Valentini bounced wildly above him, her huge breasts flying from her shirt.
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“Honey, yeah, oh, yes, I love it…Fuck, get it inside me!†Dallas always thought the moans were the best part, and he reciprocated in kind.
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“Oh, baby, uhhh, uhhh. Mrs. Valentini, it’s great.†The bed creaked and strained under the pair’s thrashings. Dallas wondered what kind of nights Mrs. Valentini had spent with her husband before.
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“Coming!†Dallas grunted, as Mrs. Valentini screamed out her lungs. She fell onto her back lying next to Dallas.
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Mrs. Valentini slowly stroked Dallas’s semi-erect cock as he kissed her nipples.
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“My boys should be home soon, honey.†Said Mrs. Valentini. Dallas got off the bed and began to dress.
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“After your fine pussy, Mrs. V., I don’t think I can concentrate on the circulatory system. She giggled. “Tell Harry…I had to go home.â€Â
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“Anything, honey.â€Â
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Dallas stood at the bedroom door, he asked, “See you soon, Mrs. Valentini?â€Â
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She sat up on the bed. “And maybe, honey, I can convince Harry and Josh to go on Jack’s next trip?â€Â
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Dallas smiled. “Thanks for the cookies, Mrs. V.†He winked, and jogged down the stairs.
           I was driving on my way home from work when I saw one of those fund raiser car washes in the parking lot of a McDonalds. Usually I just go to a  typical car wash but this one caught my eye because it was ran by the local catholic high schools’ cheerleading squad. Now I’m 23 years old and in the prime of my sexuality. So you know that I just HAD to stop and get my car washed by these young ladies.
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           I pulled into the parking lot and sat in my car while I waited for my turn. When it was finally my turn, I got out and sat on a bench while they went at it. There was nine of them in all. All with long blonde or brown hair (and one with shoulder length red hair) and amazing bodies. There were two in particular that caught my eye. One blonde and the other brunette. The blonde had big, beautiful blue eyes. she was about 5’4†and about 135 lbs. She was a little chubby, but a good chubby. In the sort of way that just gives you bigger boobs but still makes you look like your not fat. My perfect size for a girl. She had humungous breasts… at least 34 D. She was wearing a blue bathing suit top and a pair of matching bikini bottoms. She was on the side other side of the car so s he was facing towards me.  Every time she would bend over to wash my hood id get an eyeful of her wonderful breasts. I knew she knew I was looking because in the middle of it she would look up at me and give me a wink. Then she would adjust her top so it would all shake and jiggle for me.ÂÂ
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           The other girl, the brunette,  was a bit taller and skinnier than the blonde. She was about 5’7†and had to be close to 100 lbs. She had very small boobs, hardly B cups. But she had legs that went on FOREVER. And at the top of these long legs was one of the best asses  I had ever seen in my life. She, too, was wearing a bikini bottom and every time she would bend over id get a beautiful view. It was a dream come true watching these two girls wash my car.
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           Everything was going perfectly fine until they were about done with my car. I saw the two of them get together and start talking really quietly. They then started to giggle and head my way. The blonde spoke first. “Hi mister, I’m Sara and this is Becca. If you want, we can clean out the inside of your car too?â€Â I told her sure, and gave her my keys. Her and Becca jumped into my focus and started to clean it out. I was worried they’d find my dime bag of weed in my center console but I figured what would they do, tell their principal?
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           I went into the McDonalds we were outside of to go get me some fries and a drink while I waited for the girls to finish up. I couldn’t get the thought of Sara’s tits and Becca’s ass out of my head. I couldn’t help but think they were both coming on to me. After I came out they were just finishing my car. They hopped out and threw me my keys and told me in unison to have a nice day. They then blew me a kiss and turned around giggling. I got in my car and drove away back to my house.ÂÂ
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           It was a couple hours after I got home and took a cold shower when I decided it would be real nice to watch a movie and smoke the remainder of weed I had in my car. I went into my car and reached into my center console to grab the bag but couldn’t find it. I started moving things around and I found a folded piece of paper in it that I didn’t recognize. On the paper it said “If you want your weed back pick us up after school tomorrow. Love Sara and Becca.â€Â
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           I was in shock. These two little teenage girls not only stole my weed but now wanted me to pick them up after school. I couldn’t believe I was being blackmailed by little catholic girls. I would be lying though if I didn’t say I was intrigued…
lbook of Desires; a book he knew would be put to good use at both meeting his needs and getting back at his mortal enemy, Harry Potter and his friends. As he flipped through the thick leather-bound book, he realized the power it could have over the students of Hogwarts. Not only would he have the ability to get any pussy he wanted, he would be able to use it against anyone who crossed him, student or teacher. Malfoy however, now knew what had happened to his mother and was furious. Ron Weasley had used one of the spells from the book to influence his mother to have sex with him in the restroom during the Quidditch World Cup. The odd disappearance of his mother and her flustered return from the bathroom after Weasley came out sweating was a clear indicator of the book’s involvement. It was on the basis of this encounter that Malfoy had decided to get back at Ron Weasley and his entire family. Embarrassment seemed to be the best method to achieve that goal; so as Malfoy and the rest of the students of Hogwarts settled into Hogwarts for the school year, he was already planning his course of action.
Malfoy read the book for the entire night after the sorting of houses; he was intent on finding the best possible spell or potion to make sure everyone at Hogwarts could see who the Weasley’s really were. Since Ron had fucked his mother, Malfoy had decided that the best way to get back at Ron was to have Ron’s best friend Harry and a couple of his other friends fuck his little sister Ginny in front of him and the rest of Gryffindor House. Malfoy wouldn’t take part directly, but he would find a way to have a front row seat to the show.
After hours of reading and planning, Malfoy finally decided on the best spell, time and location. Malfoy knew the best location for maximum exposure would be the Great Hall, but since the teachers and other students would be there, and would likely intervene before Ginny and the rest of the Weasley family learned their lesson, he knew he had to find a better location. The second best location would be the Gryffindor House common room and the best time would be in the morning, just as everybody was coming down for breakfast. He’d have to break into the Gryffindor common room in the early hours of the morning and cast the appropriate spells on the various parties while they slept. The plan was complex and two-fold; he’d need to use a spell and a potion for the plan to work. Malfoy would also need to enlist the help from a fellow Slytherin House member, for the plan to go off without a hitch. He’d use the spell on Ginny Weasley and the potions on Harry Potter, and a couple of other Gryffindor boys.
The spell description read:
A dangerous and potentially damaging spell, which turns the intended target into an insatiable slut, bent on having as much sex as possible. This spell works only on the female sex, and leaves the intended target immobile until the spell takes total effect. Warning! This spell has no time limit and no counter-spell. The only way for the spell to be lifted is for the intended target to be completely satisfied. Satisfaction for the target is not achieved easily and their memory of the encounters under the spell will remain forever.
The spell work was simple; a few wand movements and the word ‘Hornilificus’ and Ginny Weasley would become immobile for several minutes before the spell kicked in and her need for sex would overpower her.
The second part of the plan involved another fairly simple potion; a potion which would have the effect of creating a powerful attraction to the target of their choice.
The potion description read:
Have you ever desired what you knew you could never have; a stranger, a secret crush or even a close friend. Does their icy cold attitude make it impossible to break that shell-like exterior? If you ever wanted someone to submit to your every desire with no ill consequences, then this potion will satisfy your every need! This potion will release your intended target’s every sexual inhibition until they become your total sexual slave! Warning, the intended target will only be sexually uninhibited for the intended benefactor, No one else!
The potion was simple, requiring only hot water, hair from Ginny’s head and a simple spell that would turn the potion into a powerful aphrodisiac that would last a total of one hour.
Malfoy would use the help of Pansy Parkinson to pull of his plan. After Pansy cast the ‘Hornilificus’ spell on Ginny and carried her downstairs, Malfoy would take a few hairs from her head and make the necessary potion. He would then go upstairs into Potter’s dorm, and give him and two others some of the potion while they were still sleeping. The potion’s effects would be immediate; forcing the three boys to seek out Ginny Weasley and fuck her brains out.
The plan was complex, but with the help of Pansy, the plan could go off without a hitch. Luckily, Malfoy’s father had given him an invisibility cloak for his last birthday, and it would be perfect for the task at hand. Malfoy would sneak up to the Gryffindor common room and wait at the entrance until he heard the password. He’d then make his way up to the common room after midnight with Pansy and enter using the invisibility cloak and the stolen password.
Malfoy relayed the complex plan to Pansy, who would do anything for Malfoy, and after Malfoy stole the password the next day and memorized the essential spells and potions, they made their way up to Gryffindor House under the invisibility cloak at five in the morning. Draco had left the Spellbook of Desires locked in his chest, not wanting anyone else to get a hold of his prized possession. When they reached the entrance to the Gryffindor common room, Malfoy whispered the password from under the cloak to the Fat Lady, who, tired and unconcerned, let them in without thinking. Malfoy and Pansy made sure the Gryffindor common room was empty before pulling off the cloak and getting to business. Malfoy found a small cauldron and stirred hot water into it, while Pansy cast the spell on Ginny and brought her downstairs. Malfoy quickly cut three hairs from Ginny’s unconscious head before placing them in the cauldron and casting the spell on the contents. Malfoy then poured most of the contents into a large cup before making his way to the boy’s staircase and opening the fourth year bedroom quietly. Malfoy tiptoed into the room; moving over to Harry and tipping a mouthful of the potion into his mouth. Harry woke up immediately, making Malfoy jump in shock. Harry stared at Malfoy for a second, before pulling off his sheets and running out the door towards Ginny. Malfoy then moved over to Seamus Finnigan and poured some of the potion into his mouth as well before doing the same with Dean Thomas, who both woke up immediately and followed Harry out the room.
Malfoy, overjoyed at the success of the plan so far, ran out after the three boys, hoping to catch the entire act as it happened. Malfoy had brought along a small camera, perfect for making a nice moving photo album of the orgy that was about to happen. Malfoy met up with Pansy after making it downstairs, and was astonished at how quick the three boys had rushed to Ginny to start and undress her. They had her on the Gryffindor homework table, with all three of them climbing on top of the table with her and tearing off her clothes. They were so fast in fact, that Ginny hadn’t even awoken from the spell. As Harry ripped off her pajama top and Dean and Seamus pulled off her bottoms, Ginny finally began to wake. Nobody seemed to even notice Pansy and Draco, as Ginny opened her eyes to see Harry ripping off her bra and two other boys pulling off her tight pink panties to reveal small firm breasts and a completely bald thirteen year old pussy. Ginny’s eyes opened wide, not in shock, but in excitement as Harry began kissing her.
Malfoy’s cock hardened at how hot Ginny was. He had never even thought of fucking Ginny himself, but knew now that she would make a perfect target for him at a later date. In the meantime, he and Pansy watched Ginny being ravaged by the three Gryffindor boys.
Harry continued to kiss Ginny while he used his hands to massage her tiny tits. Seamus and Dean meanwhile, were both jamming their fingers into Ginny’s tight pussy.
‘Mmmm’ Ginny moaned, feeling the several pairs of hands molesting her teenage body as Harry continued to kiss her.
Taking this as a sign, Harry pulled off his own pajamas, throwing them to the side before straddling Ginny’s face and moving his already hard cock towards her mouth. Ginny gave him a quick wink before Harry guided his five inch cock into her warm slick mouth. Harry took no time at all before he was slamming his entire five inches into Ginny’s open mouth.
As Harry started fucking Ginny’s pretty face, Dean Thomas had shifted over to the side of Ginny, undressing himself and letting her take hold of his five inch cock and stroking it softly with her small cold fingers. Dean groaned in pleasure as he felt Ginny’s fingers stroke back and forth over his cock.
Seamus meanwhile, had continued to use both his fingers and his tongue to further excite the young horny Ginny. After a few minutes of furious finger and tongue fucking, Ginny finally came from all the stimulation, squirting a small amount of her sweet tasting juices onto Seamus’s waiting tongue.
Inspired by Ginny’s sudden orgasm; Harry, Seamus and Dean all decided to change things up a little. Seamus got under Ginny and made her sit on his waist while Harry and Dean moved knelt beside Ginny’s face with their cocks positioned on either side of her face. Ginny looked down into Seamus’s eyes before she felt him lift up her waist with his hands and impale her on his stiff cock.
Ginny cringed in pain, as she felt Seamus’s shaft penetrate her deeply. She moaned as Seamus continued to pull her waist down onto his cock. Just as she finally got accustomed to having his entire cock in her; Harry and Dean had both leaned forward, forcing Ginny to take hold of both of their cocks and begin stroking and sucking them.
By this point Malfoy was snapping several pictures of Ginny getting tripled teamed. Every time his camera flashed, he could’ve swore he saw Ginny look back at him and wink, almost as if she was enjoying being caught on film. Both Ginny’s sluttyness and her amazing body, were really turning on Malfoy by this point, making his cock grow several inches.
Pansy had been watching the scene unfold for several minutes, lightly brushing her own pussy through her dress as Malfoy continued to take pictures. All of a sudden, Pansy felt Malfoy’s hardening cock brush up against her firm ass. She moaned at its warmth, as she reached back and starting fondling Malfoy’s cock and balls with one of her hands. Not wanting to impede Malfoy’s view or distract him while he continued to capture Ginny Weasley in her embarrassing situation, Pansy turned around and got onto her knees so she was eye level with Malfoy’s now fully hard six inches. She undid Malfoy’s belt, unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear, and as Malfoy finally acknowledged what she was doing, she took hold of his cock and started to stroke him off.
Malfoy closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of Pansy rubbing his cock, but all Malfoy was imagining, was Ginny Weasley stroking his cock instead.
Malfoy opened his eyes to see that things had changed a little in front of him. Ginny was still moaning like a little whore, but now Dean Thomas was positioned behind her ass, preparing to slam his cock into her tight, virgin ass. Malfoy nearly blew his load as Ginny looked back at Dean and raised her ass up a few inches to better accommodate him. Seamus had stopped thrusting into her to let Dean better position himself at the entrance of her ass.
‘Stick it in my ass!’ screamed and extremely horny Ginny.
Dean needed no encouragement; as he prodded her tiny asshole with the tip of his black cock. He had no intention of taking it easy on Ginny’s untried ass; plunging a total of three inches into her in his first thrust.
‘Ahhhhhh!’ groaned a beleaguered Ginny, feeling Dean slam his cock deep inside her anus.
‘Unggghhh’ screamed Ginny only seconds later, feeling a second rush of juices flow through her and gush over Seamus’s shaft, as his cock remained motionless, deep inside her spasm stricken pussy.
While all this was happening, Harry was still having his cock serviced by Ginny, who although having two cocks stuffed into her, still continued to play with Harry’s shaft and balls.
Pansy was still pumping away at Malfoy’s cock, getting a few moans of pleasure out of him, just before opening her mouth and sucking on the very tip. She had sucked off Malfoy a few times in the last year, even letting him fuck her whenever he wanted but the situation in front of her, had really turned her on. She gripped the base of his shaft before engulfing half of his cock in a single movement. It took only seconds before she was passionately deep-throating Malfoy, as she continued to fondle his tightening balls.
As Pansy sucked him off, Malfoy was still taking pictures; making sure he got some good pictures of Ginny getting triple stuffed, having every single one of her holes filled. Just as he was about to enact the second and most important part of the plan, he felt his own balls tighten, his cock swell, and an orgasm overwhelm him.
‘Unghhhh’ grunted a taxed Malfoy, not even thinking about warning Pansy, who had his entire cock buried down her throat. Malfoy stopped taking pictures as he unleashed a considerable load of his warm cum into Pansy’s slick mouth and throat. Malfoy stared at Ginny and imagined cumming down her throat, as he continued to pump load after load into Pansy’s mouth.
Pansy couldn’t help but gag, as her throat was filled and her airway cut off. She pulled off his cock, letting Malfoy spray the last two streams of his warm cum onto her waiting face. Not wanting to disappoint Malfoy, Pansy quickly scooped the excess cum from her face and swallowed it, before pulling up his underwear and pants and getting back to the business at hand.
Malfoy didn’t even acknowledge Pansy’s hard efforts as she turned back around and watched the four members of the orgy switch positions again. Now Ginny was flipped around, with Seamus underneath her and his cock buried to the hilt in her ass, and Harry lying on top of her, struggling to force his entire five inches into her quivering pussy. Dean remained at Ginny’s side, letting her stroke him off while she continued to be double pounded by Seamus and Harry.
‘Time for the second part of the plan!’ said Malfoy excitedly, putting the camera away and lifting the invisibility cloak over both he and Pansy.
‘FIRE!!!!!’ screamed both Malfoy and Pansy at the top of their lungs. Their plan was to alert everyone in Gryffindor House to the exploits of the four orgy members. Ron, with the rest of the students from Gryffindor would run down the stairs as fast as they could, alerted by the screams of fire.
It was perfect timing, as Ron and the rest of the house, ran down the stairs. Ginny was moaning louder than ever, and Harry, Seamus and Dean were all beginning to pant.
‘God, Gin… I’m going to cum’ yelled Harry in front of the rest of house, panting loudly, and ready to explode.
‘Me too!’ grunted Seamus, forcing his cock in and out of her ass.
‘Me three!’ groaned Dean, as Ginny stroked him off even faster.
‘What the fuck Harry!’ shouted Ron, with a shocked look on his face. The twins, along with the rest of the house were staring in disbelief as all four orgy members were continuing on as if nobody was watching. Unbeknownst to the rest of Gryffindor House, Malfoy and Pansy were both struggling not to laugh underneath their invisibility cloak.
‘Cum in me… Fill me up Harry! I want it so bad! Fill both my holes with your hot cum!’ screamed Ginny as she felt herself go through an orgasm, coating Harry’s already spasming cock with her own warm juices.
‘UNGHHHHH!’ grunted an extremely turned on Harry, firing what felt like a gallon of his hot sticky cum into Ginny’s extremely receptive pussy. He could feel himself fire off stream after stream of his potent seed, deep into Ginny’s unprotected womb. Harry and Ginny’s cum started leak out of her quivering pussy as Harry exploded the last few strings of his cum into Ginny’s clutching pussy.
‘Fuck!!!!!’ groaned Seamus, feeling Harry and Ginny’s juices run onto his own shaft and balls. He fired his own extremely large load of semen into Ginny’s gaping anus. Seamus too, filled Ginny up quickly, spattering her rectum full with his own hot cum.
Ginny was in heaven as she went through her own orgasm and felt both Harry and Seamus fill her holes with a massive amount of cum. Harry got off of Ginny and removed his shaft from her swollen pussy right before Seamus lifted Ginny off of him, letting her fall hard to the homework table. A massive amount of Harry and Seamus’s cum poured out of Ginny’s holes as she continued to stroke off Dean, whose orgasm was rapidly approaching as well. Harry and Seamus’s cum poured out of Ginny and pooled together on the table.
Ron, the twins, and the rest of Gryffindor were still in a state of shock as Harry and Seamus watched Dean go through his own orgasm. There were some murmurs in the background however about Ginny’s actions.
‘What a whore… Look at that slut… I never knew… I bet she gets it all the time’ mumbled a number of people, still watching the scene unfold.
‘Unghhhhh!’ grunted Dean, letting Ginny point his spasming cock at her face and stroking him off as fast as she could. Dean unloaded an adult sized load of his own cream onto Ginny’s pretty face, covering most of her face with his cum. Just as Dean fired off his last load of his hot cum into Ginny’s now open mouth; all three boys seemed to come to their senses, bewildered at the situation they were in. The potion’s effects had finally lifted after an hour of filling their sexual needs. Not only were they completely bewildered and confused at where they were; they all realized that they were completely naked.
‘Where am I?’ asked Harry, looking down at his softening cock and noticing everybody staring at him and his other three fuck buddies. Ginny exhausted, simply fell unconscious, with her face plastered with cum and both her holes dripping with semen. Dean and Seamus picked up their clothes and ran upstairs, realizing the position they now found themselves as awkward and embarrassing. As they ran past the group of gawking Gryffindor students, some of them tried patting them on the back and praising them for their amazing work.
‘You’re supposed to be my friend… and look… you’re fucking my sister like she’s some kind of whore!’ shouted Ron at Harry, who was still trying to figure out what had happened.
Hermione, who was standing in the background, ran to Ginny, covering her up and trying to clean her up as best she could. Hermione wouldn’t admit it, but she had been really turned on at the sight of her friend Ginny being taken advantage of by three boys including Harry. With the help of Hermione and a few other Gryffindor girls; Ginny was taken upstairs to her room in order to help her recuperate.
Harry, unable to explain his actions at the moment, pulled on his clothes in front of everyone, and ran past the gawking crowd and up into his room.
Malfoy, still hidden underneath his invisibility cloak with Pansy; couldn’t have planned a better ending to his scheme. Not only was Ron now pissed off at Harry; Ron’s sister may have even gotten pregnant from the encounter. Now everyone knew that the Weasley family was a bunch of sex addicted sickos. Malfoy had enjoyed himself thoroughly and as he crept out of the Gryffindor common room and down the spiral stairs with Pansy under the invisibility cloak; he was already thinking about his next scheme.
As Ginny was carried to her bed and placed under her sheets, no one knew that the strange sexual affliction that had taken her over, had not been lifted, and because Ginny had not been completely satisfied, the sexual spell controlling her actions were still, very much, controlling her actions.
Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Desires Chapter Seven – The Restricted Section
Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author.
Story Codes: mf, cream pie, hp, magic, preg, spank
Draco Malfoy had just caused the ent
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ire Weasley family the greatest amount of embarrassment possible; after Ginny was fucked by three fellow Gryffindor students, the entire Weasley family was sharing the embarrassment of having a whore in the family. Malfoy’s plan had been complex, daring, and a complete success. The only problem was, Malfoy had felt a pang of guilt and attraction after putting Ginny in such a compromising situation. Malfoy had escaped with Pansy and the Spellbook of Desires under his invisibility cloak without anyone ever knowing that it was his doing that had led to Ginny and the Weasley family being embarrassed in front of the entire Gryffindor House. Harry, Dean and Seamus were now all sleeping off their exploits, unaware of what they had done and to whom they had done it to. Ginny on the other hand, had been carried back up to her room by a number of Gryffindor girls with a pussy full of Harry’s hot sticky cum.
‘I better go get a pregnancy potion from Madam Pomfrey… I’m sure Ginny doesn’t want to get pregnant’ Hermione said to the other girls, as she left the room and made her way to the hospital ward. Hermione had been both disgusted and turned on by the compromised situation she had been found Ginny in. After Hermione’s deflowering by Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, she had been experiencing certain sexual urges that she could hardly control, and the sight of Harry pumping his cock in and out of Ginny’s wet pussy had really turned her on.
‘Ummm… Madam Pomfrey… I need a pregnancy potion for a friend of mine’ Hermione said, trying not to hide her obvious embarrassment of the situation.
‘Certainly Ms. Granger… but if you or your friend needs to talk about it, you need to come and see me’ recited Madam Pomfrey, obviously concerned that either Hermione or one of her friends were already sexually active. She would have told her to use protection, but because using muggle created contraceptives was illegal and any sexual activity forbidden at school, she thought it best not to ask anymore questions.
‘Thanks Madam Pomfrey!’ said Hermione, as she was given the potion.
‘Wait Ms. Granger… that potion has to be taken within the first twelve hours or it will be rendered useless’ said Madam Pomfrey, concerned for Hermione and her friend. ‘These aren’t easy to make either Ms. Granger, I’ve only got four more to last the entire year… please be more careful next time’
Hermione left the ward a little peeved that she had gotten a lecture for something she hadn’t even done. Hermione ran back to the Gryffindor common room and up into Ginny’s dormitory to find her still unconscious. She tipped the small vial of potion into her open mouth and made her swallow it; averting the possibility of pregnancy and dealing with the situation in short order. She now had bigger fish to fry as she left the room again, thinking about what had just happened and who could have caused it. Harry and the other boys may be perverts, but she couldn’t believe that Ginny acted with complicity.
‘Malfoy!’ whispered Hermione to herself, as she walked down the girls dormitory’s stairs and made her way into the common room. He had obviously used Harry’s sex book and she knew either herself or any of her friends were prime targets for Malfoy and his new favorite book. As much as she hated the idea, she knew that she needed either Harry or Ron’s help to deal with Malfoy and his book, and because Harry was unconscious and of little value to her at the moment, Ron was her only chance.
‘Where’s Ron’ Hermione asked Fred and George, who were in the corner, trying to keep to themselves, obviously embarrassed by Ginny’s actions.
‘I don’t know… he probably committed suicide… something we’ve been thinking about doing since Ginny’s little exhibition’ Fred and George said together.
‘It wasn’t Ginny’s fault… it was Malfoy’s… him and that book of his’ Hermione replied, unaware she was speaking aloud, just before leaving the twins and making her way out the portrait.
‘Book!’ whispered George and Fred together, excited at the prospect of getting the Spellbook of Desires back under their watchful eyes.
While Fred and George thought up ways of getting their hands on the Spellbook of Desires, Hermione was busy making her way down to Hagrid’s hut, believing that if Ron really wanted to hide from any embarrassment, he’d make his way there. Before making her way down to Hagrid’s hut however, she knew she had to go to the library and seek out any kind of defense against Malfoy’s book. It was her only way to defend herself against a sure attack from Malfoy, and she knew the best way to find a defense was to scour the restricted section of the library. After finally making it down to the library and finding her way to the restricted section, she was stopped by Madam Pince before she could enter.
‘What do you think you’re doing Ms. Granger?’ asked an angry Madam Pince, as she blocked the way. ‘You know you’re not allowed in that section as a fourth year’
‘Yes of course’ replied Hermione, before running out the library and back up to the seventh floor and the Gryffindor common room. She needed a way into the section, and Harry’s invisibility cloak was her only way past Madam Pince. After looking through Harry’s trunk and finally finding it, Hermione ran back down to the library on the fourth floor. She threw on the invisibility cloak and ran back into the library; determined to get past the librarian and find a defense against Malfoy’s book.
Hermione was so determined on her task, she had no idea that she was being followed by Malfoy himself, who although tired from a long night, was interested in what Hermione was doing. He realized that she knew about the book and could have pieced together what he had done to Ginny. With his invisibility cloak still on, he followed Hermione to the entrance of the library, where she covered herself with the invisibility cloak. Knowing that she intended to go into the library, Malfoy followed her in and did his best to listen to the swishing of her cloak to follow her. In the corner of his eye, he saw the chain blocking off the restricted section move. Armed with this information, he jumped over the chain and silently looked around for Hermione. The restricted section was quite large, and as he walked up and down the aisles, he could see a hand floating in the air and picking out books. Malfoy waited and watched, hoping to find an opportunity to use the Spellbook of Desires, which he still had tucked under his arm.
Hermione was looking at any book that had any relevance to sexual spells; there were many, but few showed any defense against the spells Malfoy had used.
Malfoy watched intently; he now knew that Hermione was looking for a way to counteract his spells and potions. Not wanting Hermione to find a way to defend against his sexual spells, Malfoy decided to pick a spell to help illustrate the futility of defending against the book’s various spells and potions, and also to make her forget about what she was looking for. Malfoy quietly opened the book under his cloak and looked for the best and simplest spell. As Hermione continued to pour through several books, Malfoy finally found a suitable spell.
The spell read:
A most efficient and long-lasting spell, which permanently links the use of two words to the intended target’s sexual inhibitions. Once the spell is cast and a word attached to the target, they will forever be slave to whoever speaks the word to the target. Once spoken aloud to the target, they will be slave to speaker’s sexual desires until a safe word is spoken, erasing all memory of the events between the utterance of the two words and placing the target in a deep sleep for ten minutes to allow for a clean getaway. Warning! This spell is permanent; the two words attached to intended target will forever be attached to their sexual inhibitions!
The spell was only a few wand movements with the utterance of Capitulous, preceded and followed by the two permanent linking words.
Just as Hermione was closing in on a possible defense against Malfoy’s book, Malfoy lifted his cloak and before Hermione could see him, cast the spell saying ‘Mudblood-Capitulous-Muggle’, after waving his wand at Hermione. A bright red light struck Hermione in her chest and as she looked to where the light had come from, she heard something said aloud.
‘Mudblood’ whispered Malfoy, before she saw who had cast the spell. Hermione’s demeanor changed immediately, as her eyes misted over and an expression of lust formed on her face. She was clearly ready to do whatever her master told her to do, as she dropped the book she was holding and threw off Harry’s invisibility cloak so her sexual master could see her.
Hermione had only one thing on her mind as she approached Malfoy. Hermione’s gaze quickly fell to Malfoy’s crotch, which to her excitement, was already expanding to accommodate his hardening cock.
Malfoy had had Hermione once against her will, now he was poised to have her again as a willing participant. As Hermione got on her knees and began to remove his buckle, Malfoy couldn’t help but reminisce about their past encounter on the train. Malfoy felt his buckle loosen and heard it fall to the ground before he felt Hermione pull down his pants and underwear, releasing Malfoy’s seven inch cock. Malfoy could tell that all Hermione wanted to do was suck on his dick, but she waited dutifully for her master to give her the go ahead.
‘Suck on it bitch… and be quiet about it!’ said Malfoy quietly, not wanting the librarian to hear them going at it. Hermione took very little time to slide Malfoy’s cock into her hot wet mouth. Malfoy moaned at the sensation of having his cock enter into Hermione’s slick mouth. Malfoy nearly blew his load right then and there, but he was intent on having another opportunity at fucking her sweet pussy. In order to do this, Malfoy began removing her clothes while Hermione continued to bob her head back and forth, nearly engulfing his entire shaft with each stroke. Soon she was using her hands and fingers to massage Malfoy’s balls while he tried to take off Hermione’s top. Frustrated at not being able to remove her shirt easily, Malfoy decided to take the simple approach, tearing her tight fitting pink shirt off her body and throwing it aside before doing the same with the skirt she was wearing. Malfoy nearly came again at the sight of Hermione’s fantastic body in her tight bra and panties, but was quickly disappointed when he realized she was wearing plain old white cotton panties and nothing special.
‘Well that just won’t do’ said Malfoy, as he leaned over Hermione and tore off her tight cotton panties with a single pull. Malfoy could distinctly hear Hermione moan like a little whore when he had yanked and tore her panties off of her. Malfoy then quickly tore off her bra with a single pull, revealing her small firm breasts and her tiny rosy nipples which were already rock hard.
‘Stand up slut’ ordered Malfoy, who couldn’t take another minute of Hermione sucking on his cock without cumming.
Hermione stood up dutifully, revealing her perfect breasts and a tight pussy that had been trimmed into a little strip of fuzzy brown pubic hair.
‘Fuck! I forgot how hot you were… and I see you’ve made a little addition to your sweet little cunt’ Malfoy said, excited at what he was seeing. ‘Now turn around and let me take a look at that tight ass of yours’ finished Malfoy, stroking his cock to the sight of her.
Hermione again followed Malfoy’s orders, enjoying the attention she was receiving and the reaction she was getting out of her master. Hermione slowly turned around as Malfoy’s hand pumped his shaft faster and faster. To Malfoy’s exhilaration, Hermione’s back end was even better then her front as his eyes locked onto her luscious but tight looking round ass. Malfoy nearly came again after taking a little initiative; Hermione started wiggling her ass at Malfoy to see if she could get a little more praise from him.
‘Ohh my god! Bend that sweet ass over right now!’ commanded Malfoy, who had stopped stroking himself off in order not to blow his load. Malfoy watched in anticipation as Hermione slowly bent over and presented her tight round ass to Malfoy. For all the name calling and persecution of Hermione because of her heritage, Malfoy couldn’t help but admit to how much he wanted the hot little Mudblood at this point. Malfoy pulled off his own sweater and shirt before getting on his own knees and sticking his face in her pussy. Malfoy stuck his long tongue as deep into her pussy as possible as his hands found her waist and held Hermione still while he continued to eat her out.
‘Mmmm… mmmm!’ moaned Hermione, as she felt Malfoy’s tongue pierce her deeply. Hermione could feel Malfoy’s hand massaging her ass just before giving her ass a quick smack to entice her further. ‘Ungghhh!’ groaned Hermione as Malfoy gave her another smack for pleasure’s sake.
Malfoy continued giving her a hard tongue fucking for ten more minutes before Hermione approached her orgasm. Her pussy quivered as she moaned out in orgasmic pleasure and bathed Malfoy’s tongue in her sweet juices. Malfoy lapped up her juices as she continued to shutter, nearly collapsing.
‘Mudblood! I didn’t say you could cum!’ roared Malfoy angrily; as he stood up and made her bend farther over. He lifted one of his hands and slapped her ass as hard as he could. Hermione groaned in pain again and before he smacked her again, he stopped in midair, cautious about the level of noise they were making.
Malfoy made Hermione stand up before forcing her leg up onto one of the shelves so her pussy was wide open and completely exposed to him. He gave his cock a quick rub before he guided it towards her wet slit. Hermione looked back at Malfoy and gave him a sexy smile before she felt him guide his seven inch shaft into her tight pussy. Malfoy had fucked Hermione before, but she was still as tight as she was when he had taken her virginity on the train. But unlike the train, Hermione wasn’t resisting Malfoy’s advances; in fact she was spurring him on by taking one of his hands and guiding it to one of her firm breasts. Malfoy, glad that his dutiful whore was taking a little sexual initiative, obliged her slutty advances and took hold of her breast and massaged it while he continued to force more and more of his cock into Hermione’s tight cunt.
‘Mmmmmm!’ moaned Hermione, as the dual sensation of Malfoy both massaging her tit and thrusting his cock into her, made her cum for the second time that morning. The extra lubrication was just what Malfoy needed as he thrust the rest of his seven inches into her with her still cumming. ‘Ohhhh Draco… You’re so big!’ cried Hermione, as Malfoy bent over her and kissed her neck. Hermione kissed him on the lips as Malfoy started to twist her nipple.
‘I’m gonna fuck this sweet pussy every chance I get… you’re so hot!’ whispered Malfoy into Hermione’s ear, just before kissing her again. After five minutes of slowly sliding his shaft in an out of Hermione’s wet pussy, Malfoy started to pick up his rhythm; slamming his cock into her with as much ferocity as he could muster. His cock was moving in and out of her so fast that his balls were smacking against her pussy with each thrust. The sensation of having his balls smack against her pussy with each thrust was quickly draining whatever stamina Malfoy had left and after another five minutes of furious fucking and another huge orgasm from Hermione, Malfoy was ready to explode.
‘Ohhhh god! I’m gonna fucking cum baby!’ groaned Draco into Hermione’s ear, as his pace quickened in anticipation of a sticky end.
‘Fill me up baby… I want your cum inside me Draco… Fill my dirty Mudblood pussy full of your hot seed!’ whispered Hermione sexily, right back at Malfoy, whose face was straining with the need to cum.
‘UNGHHHHHH!’ grunted Malfoy, as Hermione’s sexy and slutty words were more than enough to push him over the edge and begin to fill Hermione’s tight pussy full of his potent seed. It was the largest orgasm of Malfoy’s life; his desire to plant his seed deep in the young witch had produced almost a gallon of cum, all deposited into Hermione’s womb.
‘Mmmmmm!’ moaned Hermione, as she felt her pussy being filled to the brim with Malfoy’s hot sticky cum. The sensation of her womb filling with his cum was more than enough to put her over the edge for the fourth time, adding her sticky mess to Malfoy’s.
Malfoy pulled out of Hermione in a hurry after releasing her nipple. A rush of both Malfoy’s hot cum and Hermione’s sticky juices rushed out of her tight pussy. There was simply not enough room to hold all that cum. Hermione’s leg remained in place, as she let the accumulated semen leak out of her pussy and run down her long slender legs.
‘Thanks Mudblood… I’ll be sure to do this again’ said Malfoy, watching his cum pour out of her teen pussy. ‘Muggle’ said Malfoy, after watching her for another couple of minutes. Hermione went limp and collapsed onto the floor beside all the books she had removed from the shelves. Malfoy took every book Hermione had removed to look for a counter-spell and put them under his arm along with his own Spellbook of Desires and Hermione’s clothes. He then put on his invisibility cloak and left Hermione lying on her stomach with a pool of his cum forming underneath her pussy. Malfoy cared little if Hermione were to get pregnant; there would be no way to prove that he was the father if she did, and even if she could, he’d find some way out of it. He would have taken her invisibility cloak from her, but he wasn’t able to find it; the cloak must have landed on the ground and remained invisible. He only took her clothes because he wanted to make sure she had nothing to wear when she awoke and had to leave the library.
Hermione awoke ten minutes after Malfoy had left, unaware what had happened and why she was naked. She looked down at her pussy and realized that there was cum still leaking out of her and a pool of it which had formed underneath her.
‘Malfoy!’ cried Hermione, realizing what he must have done to her. She looked around for her clothes and the books she had taken out, but she was unable to see them. Horrified that she’d have to run back to Gryffindor tower naked, Hermione frantically searched the floor for the invisibility cloak, hoping that Malfoy hadn’t found it. To her pleasure, Hermione found the invisibility right side up before she picked it up and put it over her naked body. She left the library quietly after using her wand to clean up the mess she had left in the restricted section.
‘I’d better go get another pregnancy potion… Madam Pomfrey won’t be happy!’ Hermione said to herself as she left the library and made her way to the hospital wing to get another pregnancy potion for the second time that morning, cursing Malfoy’s name the entire way there.
I thought my wild years were over, me being 51, married with two kids. My wife and I have been married twenty years now, and we just sort of gradually slipped into a less than frequent sexual relationship. I am an attorney. For too many years, my work took precedent over my family. I was driven and it paid off handsomely. I became a partner in a large, metropolitan firm by the age of 40. After 8 years as partner, I retired from the firm and moved my family out to the country, where I hung my shingle in private practice. I pretty much have settled into property transfers, wills, etc. It’s nothing like the high-pressure work at the firm, though my business is building well. It still keeps me busy 10 hours a day. We live on a 50 acre farm I bought and have been fi
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xing up. While life is easier in the country, there is much going on in our lives – work, the kids, the farm – so when it comes to bedtime, that’s usually all it is – go to bed and sleep.
We have finally become empty-nesters, our younger child having left for college in August to join her brother. The second week of September, my former firm gave us the use its very nice condo at the shore. This would be our first vacation without the kids since before we were married.
My wife, however, invited her mother and sister along. My wife, by the way, is 43. She has a very nice body in my opinion. A little bit plump with great tits and ass. Her mother is 67 and has kept herself in fantastic shape. She is slim and has some of the nicest tits I had never seen. She’s married, but she and her husband sleep in separate bedrooms – have for years. The sister is about 35 with a killer body. She is newly divorced and not anxious to date.
Begrudgingly I consented to spending my hard-earned two-week vacation with the in-laws. And so we all met up the beach for 14 days of relaxation.
The first two days were fairly uneventful. We’d go down to the beach and lay around in the sun, come back to the condo for lunch, then spend a few more hours at the beach, clean up and go out to dinner.
The third day, the ladies packed some froo-froo drinks into the cooler after lunch. As I sat reading my novel a few feet away I could hear their conversation becoming more animated than usual. While there were few people on the off-season beach, I could hear the girls making comments about some of the younger men passing by.
By the time they each had two or three drinks in them, their conversation turned to sex. The mom had not had any in probably 10 years, the younger sister in over a year. I started to feel pretty good about myself for having only gone maybe a month without fucking my wife. My wife told her mother and sister about our lackluster sex life, though, in terms that she too would like more sex.
Before the in-laws had been invited along, I had visions of spending considerable vacation time in bed with my wife. To that end, about two weeks before we were to leave, I asked my doctor for a sample package of Viagra during a routine physical – he gave me four packs, three pills in each. I packed them for the trip expecting that the condo would be too full most of the time to use them anyway, but just in case I could get a night or two alone with my wife…
As that third afternoon went on, I heard things come from my mother-in-law’s mouth that I thought I’d never hear. She was talking about “cocks” and “balls” and “blowjobs.” She can’t hold her liquor very well generally and the combination of the strong rum and sun really had its effect. Of course my wife and her sister were goading her on, giggling away at their mother’s straightforward talk.
We left the beach at about 4 pm and wandered back to the condo. The ladies, thinking they had better get something to eat to soak up the booze, started nibbling on veggies and fruit and cheese. All the while they were sipping white wine and talking a mile a minute.
They sent me to the store to buy more wine. Along the way, I passed a store that had surfcasting equipment on sale. I bought a rod and reel and a rod holder and the guy threw in a bucket of bait. I picked up the wine for the girls and a six-pack of beer for myself.
I returned to the condo and announced that I was going fishing at the beach, showing off my new equipment. They were making comments about how big my rod was, how thick it was. My mother-in-law asked about the other piece I was carrying. I told her it was my rod holder. She said something about holding my rod. I must have blushed six shades. My wife and her sister literally fell off their stools laughing.
I packed my beer in a little cooler, grabbed a beach chair and left with a comment that I was apparently going to have to catch my own dinner.
Fishing wasn’t too good at all, but it was a peaceful way to drink a few beers. I thought, the way my wife was acting and her public mention that she wanted more sex, that tonight would probably be the night. She seemed pretty uninhibited. I threw my bait into the ocean after about an hour and a half and made my way back to the condo. Of course, the party was still going on. The women all kidded me about where was the dinner I was going to catch. Having the better part of a six-pack in me, I laughed along.
I needed a shower after handling the bait fish and, digging through my toilette kit, found the Viagra. I’ve never taken the stuff before and had no idea how long it took to activate, so I figured I’d take one now – before my shower – and I’d be ready for action in a couple of hours. I went down the hall to the shower and could still hear the ladies carrying on in the kitchen.
The shower felt great and I stayed in there for a good 20 minutes. Now, I’m a light packer and two weeks at the beach requires very few changes of clothes for me. It seems, though, that I had worn everything I brought in the first 3 days and had no clean clothes. I remembered at one point during the afternoon my wife had thrown a load of laundry into the dryer. Problem was, the dryer was off the kitchen and all I had was a flimsy rental property bath towel that barely wrapped around me.
I came into the kitchen amid catcalls and whistles. My mother-in-law shouted, “Take it off!” My wife sneaked up behind me and gave my towel a yank, leaving me completely naked in front of three drunken women.
I don’t know how I compare realistically to other men. I don’t sneak peeks in the locker room and the guys in pornos are usually freakishly super human. I must say that I am happy with what I have and the women I have been with all seem to have been pleased. I am told that I have somewhat tremendous balls. My wife has even told her girlfriends about them. Once, years ago, I was getting a vasectomy and the doctor commented to his nurse that I was quite well-endowed. So I’ll just go with his professional opinion.
I take pretty good care of myself. I am 6’ 1”, 180 pounds, have a great smile, nice eyes, and most of my hair. I have broad shoulders, pretty good muscle tone and no spare tire. I keep myself well-groomed and trim my pubic area regularly, so I’m not too awful to look at naked.
So here I am, naked with three ‘girls gone wild’ looking at me. My cock and balls were hanging low after the warm shower, and they were about two feet from my mother-in-law’s face. Normally, I think I’d feel humiliated, but I didn’t. In fact, I felt kind of playful.
I bent my knees a bit and gyrated my hips. My cock started into a propeller motion and I yelled out, “Yee-haw!” I inched closer to my shrieking mother-in-law, who was alternately covering her eyes and getting a good look. My wife and her sister were howling, encouraging me to get right in her face with my dick.
I reached forward with both hands and took my mother-in-law’s head and pulled it closer. My intention was to get her set up in a position that looked like she was blowing me. As I pulled her closer, her mouth opened and her long tongue darted out. I believe that she wanted to suck me off right then and there, but I continued with my plan, changing my hip movement a little to make it appear that I was humping her face. My dick and balls were smacking her under her chin. I was basically dick-slapping my mother-in-law.
After a few moments of this, I stepped back a bit and said. “Do you want to hold my rod now?” referring to her earlier joke.
Without a moment’s hesitation, she reached up with both hands. One hand cupped my balls while the other grabbed firmly around my shaft. I don’t know if it was the Viagra or the situation, but my cock began to stiffen in her hand. I was rock hard in no time.
My wife said, “ Mom, what are you doing!”
“Just playing around,” was her reply. She had a spark in her eye that I had never seen before. She was kneading my swollen cock and roughly squeezing my balls.
The sister said to my wife, “For a moment there, I thought she was going to put her mouth on his cock. She had it open and her tongue was out.”
“You want to suck that big cock, Mom?” asked my wife.
“Mmmm,” was her mom’s only reply.
Her sister said, “Oh, my God, this is insane!”
“Ah, let her have her fun,” said my wife.
I was speechless at this point.
“Go ahead, Mom. Let’s see what you’ve got. You’ve been telling us all day about how good you were at giving head back in the day. Go for it.”
That was all the encouragement she needed. She grabbed my stiff cock and devoured it.
The two sisters gasped and covered their mouths, wanting to look, but turning away at the same time. It must have been to them like watching a train wreck.
By now, I was gaining a little control over the situation. I placed my left hand on the back my mother-in-law’s head and guided her into the rhythm that felt best to me.
There were a lot of slurpy, moaning sounds and, God, did it feel great! My mother-in-law was telling the truth when she claimed to give the best head.
My wife sidled up to me and asked, ”So, how is it?”
The lawyer in me replied, ”It’s the best blow job I’ve had all day.” Not lying, of course.
“Just wait,” was my wife’s counter offer.
With my right hand, I slipped my wife’s terrycloth wrap down past her tits and started massaging them. We engaged in a long, deep, sloppy kiss. Within about a half minute, little sister joined in the act. She came up behind me and started playing with my ass. Next thing I knew, she was down there behind me kissing and licking my ass. She spread my ass cheeks apart and started licking my anus. I looked down at what I could see of her. She was naked. She took my left calf and straddled it so that she could hump it. I almost fell over with sensory overload.
Meanwhile, my mother-in-law hiked up her own cover-up and started fingering herself with her free hand. She was really turning herself on, moaning and grunting. The result was a more aggressive blow job for me. At this point, little sister was tugging at my balls while poking her finger up my saliva-coated asshole.
I’d like to say that this went on all night, but the truth of the matter is that I just exploded. I tried to warn my mother-in-law that I was coming, but she just kept on face fucking me. It seemed like a gallon of semen came out of me in that instant, and she swallowed every drop. My knees went weak and I collapsed onto a couch a few feet away.
Little sister came over and continued to hump my leg, my shin this time. I had never seen her naked before. She had a glorious body, firm tits, skinny waist, shaved pussy. She also had a look of determination in her eyes. She was going to come no matter what. She just kept humping and humping my shinbone. She lifted my limp cock and started playing with it and, much to my surprise, it started to react. I was getting hard again. I started to play with her tits, tweaking her nipples. She bit her lower lip and humped harder and faster. I looked up and saw that my wife and mother-in-law had stripped naked as well. They both came over to the couch and kneeled facing me, one on each side, and put their tits in my face. I put a hand between the legs of each of them and started fingering them as I sucked their offered nipples alternately.
My wife reached behind her and pushed her sister’s head into my lap. Little sister started sucking my cock like mad. It felt great. She was getting off, the humping became sporadic. Suddenly, she lifted her mouth off my cock, her eyes rolled back, her body shuddered a few times, then she went limp. I could feel the wetness on my leg as she slid to the floor panting.
My wife threw her leg over and straddled my hard cock; I slipped into her moist pussy with ease. I was still fingering her mom as she pounded my shaft. Her mom and I were kissing heavily. She had the longest, most exciting tongue I have ever had in my mouth.
After about two minutes of this, my wife started coming. Her mother disengaged her mouth from mine and started to suck my wife’s right nipple, sending her over the top. She pumped three or four more times then stiffened up with a loud moan. She fell into me and I could feel her pussy twitch against my still-hard cock. She rolled off to the side and my cock popped out of her.
In no time at all, my mother-in-law was on top of me and had me inside her. This was the only pussy besides my wife’s that I had been in for over 20 years. She was surprisingly tighter than my wife, but then I guess she hadn’t been fucked in many years. I held onto her hips and just looked her in the eyes as she bounced up and down on my cock. There was an intensity there. Like her younger daughter, mom was going at it like it was her last chance in life.
She started saying, “Fuck me. Fuck my pussy hard!” I obliged. I rolled her over onto the couch and lifted her knees up to her chest. I pounded her for all I was worth. She clawed my shoulders with her fingernails asking for more. I thought I was going to hurt her, but gave her what she wanted. Her fingernails drove deep into my shoulders, then she started coming like there was no tomorrow. She was a screamer, just as I had imagined. I just kept hitting her hard and deep, building up speed. Finally, she let out one long scream, then fell silent. Somewhere in the midst of this action, I managed to come again and collapsed on top of her. She kissed me gently by my ear and ran her fingers through my hair as I lay there exhausted.
When I finally regained enough energy to sit up, I just slouched back on the couch, limp-dicked, and said, “Wow.” I felt that we needed to all talk about what had just happened, but my wife, sensing this, just put her finger to my mouth in a hushing fashion. Apparently, talking would ruin the moment and, if I was reading her correctly, she was up for more moments like the one we had just experienced.
Little sister had revived enough to open another bottle of wine and brought four glasses over to the couch. She raised her glass and said. “What goes on at the beach, stays at the beach.” We all clinked glasses and sealed the deal.
The rest of the vacation, we all were quite naked whenever we were in the condo. The women, bless their horny little hearts, were like slaves to me. I hardly had to lift a finger. In the mornings, before heading to the beach, they would slather me with SPF – literally all over my body, usually paying special attention to my cock. At lunchtime, we’d all come back up to the condo and strip off our bathing suits. I would get fucked or sucked by one of the women while the other two fixed me a sandwich and poured me a beer.
One day, my sister-in-law was leaning forward on the bar that separated the kitchen from the living area. She was naked, of course, talking with my wife and her mother as they prepared a meal. I walked up behind her and started grinding my semi-erect cock into her beautiful ass crack. She started grinding back. My cock got fully hard. She bent over one of the stools at the bar and told me to do her in the ass.
Now this is something I have tried with my wife occasionally, but it never worked out – too painful to her. So I pretty much took it off my list of things to try. But now I was presented with this gorgeous ass, being asked to fuck it.
There was some butter that had been left out since breakfast. I scooped some up with my fingers and started to work it into her asshole. I pushed my index finger into her up to the second knuckle and moved it in and out a few times. I smeared some butter on the end of my raging cock and positioned it at her pert little hole. Then I grabbed hold of her hips and pulled myself into her in one smooth motion. She let out a little whimper. It was tight as could be, but once in there, I pounded her ass for about 5 minutes before I came. It was really odd, because as I was fucking her, my wife and her mother were asking me if I wanted mayo on my turkey sandwich.
At night, after dinner and a few drinks – and a Viagra for me - we’d lie around on the living room floor. We actually brought all the mattresses from the bedrooms and made one huge bed taking up most of the floor. We’d turn off the lights, so it was pitch black, and go at it. Sometimes I didn’t know who was sucking me off or whom I was fucking. The women also discovered each other and when my cock wasn’t free; they would often lick and finger each other pussies.
I ended up fucking all three of the women in the ass. My wife, not to be outdone by her sister, offered up her ass to me one night. In the master bath of the condo was a good-sized Jacuzzi. We could all fit in it – tightly. We were all splashing around having a wonderful time, soaping each other up. My mother-in-law and little sister were scrubbing my back with their tits, while my wife was tending to my cock and balls. I had an erection in no time. My wife grabbed the soap and lathered up her butt crack. She turned around and squatted on my cock, impaling herself. She loved the sensation and now wants it almost as much as pussy fucking.
My mother-in-law screamed so loudly when I did her up the ass that we thought the neighbors might call the police. We were on the living room mattresses and her daughters talked her into it. They told her how it felt so different from regular sex, so good, so bad. They teased her that they had done something that she hadn’t. Dared her. Called her a virgin..They kind of worked her up into a frenzy, plying her with booze, massaging her with moisturizer, delicately probing her anus. Finally, she got up on her elbows and knees and presented her puckered hole to me. Little sister guided me into the docking position, telling me to go gently. She put moisturizer on my cock and I pushed slowly until the head disappeared into her sphincter. Little sister coached her mom, telling her to relax but push back. I got about two inches into her when she started screaming. My wife quieted her by pulling her mother’s face into her pussy. Then I rammed it home and got about thirty good pumps into her before I lost my load. Afterward, she said that it was “interesting,” but she still preferred the vaginal approach.
The vacation I had been dreading came to an end all too early. I hated to leave. I had a new-found appreciation for my in-laws, and they for me. And though we made a compact that what happens at the beach stays at the beach, it seems that it might all follow me home. My wife and I live on an old farm - 50 acres of rolling land, far off the beaten track. Besides our house, there are two nice-sized cottages on the property. My sister-in-law’s divorce is finalized and she is selling her house. My wife has offered the use of one of our cottages until she can get on her feet. My mother-in-law, who lives just in the next town over, has filed for divorce from her miserable husband and may be taking the other cottage
Here I was sitting at the front passenger seat of the car
while dad keeps his luggage inside the trunk. We were to visit this village
where my dad grew up and I basically hated going on this trip, I really don’t
like history. After 3 long hours of drive we reached a place where civilization
seemed to be an unknown word. My dad got out and knocked on the door of the
house in front of us. The door opened and it seemed that it was a stairway to
heaven. St
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anding there was a lady of mid 30s with stunning figure and fair
complexion. I later found out that the figure detail was 36 24 32. Her tits
were bulging out of her blouse and her ass was almost tearing out of her skirt.
Let me tell you about myself a bit. I am 17 and got an 8-inch penis. I like
keeping myself fit but cannot gain a lot of attention from girls despite the
fact that I am rock star ( I am with the school rock band). Well anyway I have
a thing for older women. Coming back to the story I later learned that she was
a widow and her husband died 6 months of their marriage and due to village
restrictions she didn’t dare see anyone or marry, basically an unsatisfied
woman. My dad said that she was his step sister and was looking after dad’s
property in the village. He also mentioned that he would be spending the night
at another village where his friend lived and I was going to be with her. What
a golden opportunity!
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She introduced herself as FAHIMA CHOUDHRY and said we began
to chat. I found out that she was mainly looking after the household work and rarely
went out. We chatted and soon became close to each other.
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We had lunch and I found her cooking to be awesome and she
went for a nap. I began to wonder around the area and finally after walking
here and there I came back and went near he room. She looked gorgeous wearing
that night gown and while taking a nap. I saw her red panties and rd bra that
she was wearing underneath and the perfect shape gave me an instant hard on. At
that moment there was a sound of a jet plane and she work up hearing that sound,
I tried to hide my bulge but it was too late and I am sure she saw it. I turned
around and she asked me what I was doing here. ‘Wandering around, nothing to
do’ I replied. She smiled and said that village life is very boring. You have
to get used to it. I just made a face and got out of her sight as soon as
possible. Later in the toilet I shagged thinking of her and relieved my
tension. Later in the evening I saw her in the kitchen preparing my meal
wearing her nightgown, the same type but this time a sexy red colored one. ‘How
many of those do u have?’ I asked. She’s looked back and smiled, ‘5 she said, u
want to see the others?’ ‘Sure, said I’ hoping to get a look at her closet.
‘lemme just finish this and show you’ ‘I could wait’ I said. She finished the
meal and while doing that a gust of wind flew through the window rising up her
nightgown giving me a full view of her sexy legs. My cock started to rise.
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I followed her into her room and she opened her closet and
out of that kinky silk tiger striped bras fell out. I had an instant hard on
seeing that and on the other hand her white face blushed. She picked it up
instantly and put it back. She showed me her night gowns and closed the door
silently. Evening passed away and still I couldn’t get what I wanted. I was
having constant bulge in my pants thinking of the fact that I was alone with
her and I couldn’t make my move. Then came the golden opportunity….
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I saw her reading an article in the newspaper about sex and
I asked her, ‘what does it say?’ she said that it was about how regular
exercising of the penis makes ones sex system active. Then I asked, ‘How come
you never married again?’. She said, ‘ I wanted to but no one would let me,
there are very hard and fast rules in this village and if I break them I would
have nowhere to go as the village elders would drive me out of this village.’ I
felt sorry for her. Then I asked her about her panties and said that she could
tell me anything she wanted the reason being that I would not tell anyone. She
told me that she had wild sexual desires and masturbates thinking of them and
also she watches some porn movies on TV that makes her go crazy. I was shocked.
The lady who never even told me anything about herself was revealing her
darkest desires. I went and sat beside her. I took her hand and put it in my
bulge. She said, ‘Oh My GOD’ she started to rub it and I started moaning. It
was awesome. She took her head and started to kiss her in her lips. She
responded and let go off my cock and held me all around tightly with both hands
and started to kiss me in my lips and shoulders and neck wildly. The kissing
lead to sucking of each other’s tongues and finally she took up my T-Shirt and
started feeling me all over. I also squeezed her tits and ass from outside the gown
that gave me an awesome sensation but eventually took the gown off and
basically tore off the bras and panties. I told her to suck my cock and she got
down and started doing so. It felt like heaven or something beyond the. The
slurping of her mouth on my hard cock and the ticklish feeling was just way to
good. While she sucked my cock like a pro I fingered her ass and pussy
simultaneously with my 2 fingers and she moaned wit the cock in her mouth. I
was about to cum so I told her to stop and she did. I lay her on the couch and
started to suck her pussy, it was so sweet. ‘Yes honey lick that clit,
yessssssssssssssss’ she came. I then got up and put my cock into her pussy and
that was the best thing that ever happened to me till date. I started to ram it
in and out and in and out like a pro. She was the best thing on the planet. I
was fucking her like anything and everything. I put my cock out and started to
kiss her cuz I had too much heat on me and I was about to explode but I didn’t
want it to end there. When I grew a little easy I put my cock in her ass and
she shrieked out but I didn’t care I started slowly but went on to do it fast I
continues this for a long time as I never wanted it to end. She was breathing
hard and turned all red but I could tell that she was enjoying it like
anything. Then I knew that I couldn’t take it anymore so I told her to keep
sucking my cock until I came. She started to do that and I squeezed her
breasts. To make me even hornier I told her to look at me suck my cock and that
increased my cock size to double I guess but she was my whore and she’s going
to do what I tell her. Finally I exploded all over her mouth and found myself
covered with sweat. ‘That is the best fuck I had ever’ she gasped. ‘Me too’
said I. I ended up spending the whole week in the village instead of 3 days.
It was the middle of September, and it wass my freshman year, I was only 14 years old. I had the hots for my language arts teacher, Mrs. Klein. She never really even noticed me in class. She was about 5'6" and had long, bright blonde hair. She was 29 years old, but looked a little older. I was about 5'8", and had short, brown hair. One day after class, i saw her finnessing her breast, and automatically erected.ÂÂ
A few days later, i forgot to bring my book to class, and she gave me a detention, after school on the following Friday. So, to skip a few days, it was Friday, i got my work done in detention, but still had to stay until 4:30, which was about 45 minute
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s away. I walked up and started talking to her. As I looked away, she itched her crotch area, and I caught the last second of it. Again, I automatically erected. She was already married, and I had stared at her before, but this was different. I could see her staring at my pelvis area from time to time, trying not to be too obvious. Eventually, I could see her nipples through her bra, and i got even bigger. Now, it was impossible not to notice it. As I was about to leave, she grabbed my shoulder, and told me to come here. Next thing I knew, she was on her back on the desk, looking at me. I couldn't believe what she said next. As i stood there in udder disbelief, she muttered out the words, "Fuck Me!" I almost fell over, but she caught me back into sense, and said, "Well, are you gonna fuck me or what?" First, she removed her t-shirt, and i was more erected than ever before., as she removed her pants, and socks, unbelievably, i got even bigger. I had to be at least a foot long, when she removed her bra & panties. She walked up, dropped my pants and boxers, and removed my shirt, and i grabbed her, jumped on top of her, and stuck it in. She dug her fake fingernails into my back. Not long after, i got off the desk, not removing my swollen member from her insides, and laid myself down on her desk, and set her on top of me. All of a sudden, we heard a slam right outside the door. She tried to pull away, but i held her down, and said "No, hold on!" Still sexually connected, i carried her light body over to a closet, and sat down on a basket. Just then, someone came in. I thought she was drunk, since she was trying to make out with me, while pumping herself up and down. Unfortunately, she couldn't hold it in, as she let off a loud moan. I removed her from me, and we both laid there, worn out. Then, i remembered, our clothes were still sitting there, and there was an after school class coming in iin a little bit, so i zipped out of the closet, and luckily, the person wasn't there, and got the clothes, as we both put our clothes back on, we both left. The next day, during class. I was working and she rubbed her hand across my back, and winked at me as she walked away. "What the hell was that all about?" the kid next to me asked. "Don't worry about it," i said as i winked back to her. AT the end of class, as i was leaving, she said to me, "Wanna make today (Monday) actually a good day?" She then said, "If you do, then see me after school," and smiled as i left the classroom.
It was a hot summer day and i was real thirsty and as i past by the farm an old man was standing at the fence. I ask if i could have a drink of water and he gave me a strange look and said come on in boy. We walked to the well and he gave me the water. As i was drinking three people walked up .One old woman and two younger guys. Maybe their sons as i never found out. The old woman smacked me on the ass and laughed.She told the old man to take me in the house. I said no thanks but they grabbed me and took me inside.This place really stank as there were pigs running around everywhere.As i was very young i started to cry and beg them to please let me go home. The old woman said when we finish with you we will so shutup. As i sat in the chair one of the boys had pulled his cock out and was str
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oking it . I knew what he was doing because i had been jacking off about six months. But i didnt know what was about to happen.The boy came up to me and put his cock in my face and the old woman said suck it boy. I dont know what you mean lady so she told the other boy to show me. He came over got down on his knees and put his mouth on the other boys cock. I got an instant hard on watching this and the old woman told me to suck on the old man and i resisted and he grabbed me and forced his cock in my mouth and started to fuck my mouth. The old woman came over and started pulling off my pants .I tried to stop her but the old man was holding onto me really tight. She got my pants down and laughed and said look hes got a hard on he likes what we're doing to him.I must say i was getting excited. I began enjoying the old mans cock in my mouth and i think he knew this as he relaxed his hold on me. The two guys had swapped places and now the otherone was being sucked. At my age my dick wasn't very big but was really hard and the old woman started playing with it. She told them she was going to fuck me and they all stopped what they were doing and grabbed me and took me to the bed room where they took all my clothes off and then the old woman came in naked. She had to be fifty or sixty but had a desent body .she laid on the bed and they put me on top . I had never fuck anyone before but in the next ten minutes they taught me how to fuck.Damn this started to be fun. As i started fucking the old woman pretty hard i felt the old man running his finger up my ass . I just about came right there.He fucked my ass for a few minutes and then he put some vasaline on me. But as i was enjoying fucking the old woman i didnt know he was about to run his cock in my ass.He got on top and placed his cock at my ass and shoved it in hard and fast and i came right then.He started fucking me and i was screaming pretty loud but then it was feeling pretty good and i found myself pumping my ass trying to take it all in. The old woman had to lay still while he fucked me .He started grunting and throwed his load in my ass and that made me cum again.Because i had quit fucking the old woman my dick had slid out of her so i came all over her stomach. Then they all got up and tied me face down on the bed packed several pillows under my stomach and the boys and the old man took turns fucking my ass over the next hour. When they untied me and said if i told anyone they would do this again. The old man was sitting in the chair and i walked over and got down and sucked his dick again.He shot off in my mouth and i swallowed it all. Then got up went over to the old woman pulled her tit out and sucked on it for a minute and then got up put my clothes on and left .
I woke up having sensed someone had entered my bedroom. I lifted my head, opened one eye and saw that the alarm clock only showed 5.30am. I put my head back on the pillow, face down and groaned softly.
“Hey Nikki, you asleep?” I heard my 16-year-old brother whisper.
“Yes.” I muttered into the pillow.
I felt the sheets lift up and his naked body slide into my bed. He snuggled up to me, his hard-on pressed up against my back. He must have just had a shower, as I could smell the shampoo in his hair.
“I’m 14, I need my sleep Jess. Later.”
“I’ve got that party today Nikki; remember? Mom, Dad and I will be leaving for the day. We won&r
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squo;t be home until six.”
His hand slid up from my hip to my right breast and started to massage it, rubbing my nipple.
“Just a quickie, please I’m really horny. I’ll do all the work.”
He didn’t wait for my response and the weight of his body settled on my back. His knee pushed apart my thighs and his cock rubbed up against the opening of my pussy. He knew not to try to enter me then, but started to dry hump me to get me wet, his cock slipping between my pussy lips.
I could his hard abdomen pressing down on me, and then his hands gripping my butt cheeks. He shifted position and the tip of his manhood searched out my secret entrance. His precum must have been oozing out like crazy because he easily slipped the first inch inside of me. Not trying to penetrate me fully, he started with very short strokes until like a cork coming out of a bottle he pushed into my vagina.
“Ohh.” I gasped.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, go easy.”
The dryness and tightness of my pussy must be making his cock feel huge I thought, it will be a quickie. From his breathing, I could tell he was very close to a climax.
“Jess are you getting ready?” I heard our Mom call.
“Coming Mom.” He yelled back.
I couldn’t help chuckling at the dual meaning of his response and at that moment he did cum, hot spurts of his seed shooting inside of me. Although I didn’t orgasm, the feeling of satisfying my lover gave me a warm glow inside.
“Gotta go sis, thanks. I’ll make it up to you later.”
He withdrew his softening cock, kissed me on the cheek and left my bedroom. I dozed off, lying there as his cum seeped out of me. I vaguely heard them leave and slept through to around 10am before getting up and having a shower. That brief encounter had left me a little horny, but I resisted the temptation to pleasure myself, pulled on a pair of panties and an old cotton dress and went downstairs.
Although the sun was shining outside, I was as 14-year-olds often are, loathed to leave the house. I supposed I could have got into some decent clothes and gone to the mall, but I didn’t have any money.
I was just about to go up to Jess’s room and play some of his games when the doorbell rang. I sauntered over expecting some sales person, but it was Steve and Jon, twin brothers who lived down the street. I opened the door and they came in and stood in the hall.
“Hi Nikki.”
“Hi guys, Jess is away until around six with Mom and Dad.”
“Oh. What are you doing this morning then?” Jon asked as he moved forward and put his hands on my hips.
I knew where this was heading; I had sex with Jon and Steve before, but both times when my brother was present. I have to admit that I found it very exciting being serviced by two identical boys.
Steve moved up behind me, slid his hands around my front and squeezed my B cup breasts. I wasn’t wearing a bra and he savored my unrestricted firm young flesh.
I didn’t say a word, but pushed past them, walked into the downstairs guest bedroom and lay on the bed, my arms above my head. The twins followed me eagerly and standing either side of me starting pulling off their clothes.
“No double penetration this time guys, it was good, but I felt so stretched for a week.” I warned.
“Sure.” They chimed together as they pulled off the last of their clothes, cocks springing up like flagpoles.
They lay on the bed either side of me and I closed my eyes, letting them do all the work. Jon started softly kissing me, running his tongue over my lips while Steve nibbled at my earlobe. His fingers moved in circles over the top of my dress, but never touched my breasts.
Jon’s hand moved down to my leg and did the same, a teasing tickle up one thigh and down the other. This continued for what seemed an eternity, making me quiver and moan at every accidental touch of a cotton-covered nipple or my now moist panties.
“Will one of you just fuck me pleeezzzee?” I begged.
Jon’s fingers rubbed hard against the front of my panties and I lifted my hips up to grind myself against him. Steve’s hand cupped my left tit and squeezed it sending an electric jolt across to my right as Jon’s mouth circled the erect nipple through my cotton dress.
I began to ache with desire, squirming as I tensed the muscles in my bottom in anticipation.
The brothers started to pull off my dress, but they were having trouble with the fasteners.
“Just rip it off.”
They grabbed at the hem and my dress tore off my body. The sound of the cotton tearing excited them and I felt fingers grasp the front of my light green string bikini panties. Before I could say no, there was a couple of tugs and the waistband gave way.
Jon and Steve were getting into rape role-playing so I played along pretending to resist and wriggle.
“Get off me you thugs.” I cried.
“Shut up you tease, you’re going to get it this time.” Jon growled.
They dragged me width ways across the bed. Jon pinned my wrists to the bed as Steve pulled my hips towards him. He forcefully pushed my thighs up and apart, exposing my fleshy pink folds below my thin strip of black pubic hair.
“No please, no, I’m a virgin.” I pretended.
“Not for much longer.” Steve hissed and positioned the purple tip of his cock at the entrance of my vagina.
“Please stop.” I pretended to beg.
“You’re gonna get well fucked, you little tease.”
“No I didn’t mean to tease, I’ll do anything.”
“I hope you’re wet, ‘cause I can’t wait.”
With that, he pushed hard into me. This game had certainly got them worked up, even in spite of me being wet with excitement, he felt bigger and more erect.
The rhythmic pounding of my pussy stirred familiar feelings deep inside of me, releasing my pent up ache of frustration. My orgasm got stronger as I tried to move my arms but Jon still had me pinned down.
“Squeeze my tits.” I knew that would set me over the edge. Jon released my arms and pulled hard on my nipples stretching my pert mounds of flesh upwards. I gasped at the delectable feeling and my breathing came in ragged bursts.
“Oh yes, oh yes, fuck me harder Stevie, harder, I’m so close to cumming.”
The tip of Jon’s cock brushed my cheek and I felt the wet of his precum smear on my face. I grabbed it by the shaft and pumped him hard, swirling my tongue around the tip. Jon groaned and shifted position so he could get deeper in my mouth. I sucked like crazy, my intensity driven by Steve’s merciless thrusting.
I reached out to cup Jon’s balls, and I noticed they were retracting signaling he was going to cum very shortly.
My muffled yelling and bucking pushed Steve over the edge and he thrust slower but stronger, savoring each spurt of his cum as he emptied himself inside me. Steve’s cries of pleasure drove Jon to his peak and I greedily swallowed his hot jiz as he ejaculated into my mouth. I continued to suck him, milking every last drop from his beautiful cock before letting go and slumping onto the bed.
“Oh shit that was intense guys, I so needed that.” I murmured.
They lay down on either on the bed beside me, both of them continuing to eye my spent body. I rolled over onto my tummy.
“How long can you stay for?” I asked. “I want to do that again later.”
To my great disappointment, they started getting dressed.
“Mom’s taking us shopping to get our school stuff soon; we only really came round to see if Jess had got anything cool.”
“Love me and leave me?”
“Sorry Nikki, hate to do this. Thanks!”
With that parting gift, they got up and left the house. I lay on the bed and I guessed I must have dozed off until the doorbell rang again. I got off the bed and wrapped a silk dressing gown we kept in the wardrobe for guests around me. I hoped the twins had returned and my pussy tingled in anticipation as I approached the door.
I glanced through the peephole and saw their father standing there. As soon as I opened the door to him, he pushed past me.
“I want to speak to both your parents young lady.” He demanded.
“Mr. Peters, they are out for the rest of the day. What’s wrong?”
“You know exactly what it is about Nikki. I heard my boys talking and I have the whole story.”
“The whole story?” I asked worriedly.
“You having sex with my sons.”
“So what if I’m having sex with them?”
“I don’t want you perverting them, you little slut.”
“You’re just jealous that they’re getting laid and you’re not.” I spat back.
“I am not.” He shouted.
“Yes you are, that tired old wife of yours isn’t giving you any is she? How often does she let you? Once a month?”
“It’s none of your business.”
“Yeah and me screwing your sons is none of yours.” I started to walk away, but he grabbed my shoulder and pulled me round to face him. I felt the dressing gown loosen.
“You won’t be so smug when I tell your parents about your brother Jess.”
My tummy flipped and my mind raced. I turned away again trying to buy some time, but he spun me round again. This time the dressing gown slipped off my right shoulder and exposed my breast. His eyes stared at my perky mound of flesh. It gave me an idea, if I could get something to blackmail him, he would have to keep quiet.
“See, this is what your sons get to play with, not like your wife’s saggy breasts. Yes, you like the look of my firm perky tits don’t you. I’ve seen you staring at me in my bikini.”
I opened up my dressing gown so he got an eyeful of both of them. He reached forward to cover me up, but accidently grabbed my left breast.
I pushed forward against him and held his hand in place against me.
“Ummmm it’s nice, firm but supple flesh. Go on fondle me, I won’t tell.”
He pushed me back against the wall and my gown opened fully. His eyes immediately fastened on my dark triangle between my legs.
“Ohhh, you want to see more I see.” I put my hands on my hips keeping the gown open and walked back towards him.
“Your sons like my tight little pussy. They put their hard cocks into me and pound away while squeezing my little titties. I let them fuck me whenever they want. It irks you doesn’t it, your boys getting pussy and you not getting any.” I tormented.
He was speechless, so I continued.
“They are over here all the while, banging away at my body, time after time after time. My snatch is still full of their cum from this morning. All you get to do is sink your little cock once a month into your wife’s loose cunt.”
“I am not little.” He said firmly.
I reached down and put my hand between his legs. What I felt shocked me and I quickly withdrew my hand and stepped back. He was huge.
“Surprised are you, just been whoring with little boys right? You’ve never been with a real man.”
He pushed me and I staggered backwards into the guest room.
“No smart words now then you little bitch? I have a deal where I will keep quiet. You in?”
He pushed me again and I fell backwards onto the bed with my legs parted.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He unbuttoned his shorts and out sprang his huge erect manhood.
I remained speechless, still in a state of shock and before I knew it he was between my thighs, the swollen head of his penis up against my pussy.
“Wet and excited are we?”
I tried to struggle but his big male body dwarfed my little frame.
“Please stop.”
“Oh you are right, you do have a tight little pussy.” He thrust in repeatedly. I could feel myself stretching as his hot flesh pushed deeper into my body.
“Oh God, please I’m too small for you, you’re pulling me apart.”
He squeezed my hips, and pulled me backwards and forwards against him, my little body sliding up and down the bed. Eventually he was completely inside of me. I have never felt so full.
He grabbed my leg, lifted it up, twisting me sideways and continued to pound away. The initial pain now replaced by the first threads of pleasure, spurred by the feeling of total helplessness and abuse. My body was completely in his power and he switched positions repeatedly, tossing me around like a rag doll until I ended up on my stomach.
With a growl, he penetrated me from behind, grabbing both my wrists and pulling them over my back. In doggie style, he seemed to go even deeper inside of me and I could feel his cock hitting me internally. I could hold back no longer and I started to scream from the very depths of my soul, wave after wave of intense pleasure racking my body. Never had I experienced a peak like this before, I could not move and I swear everything started to move in slow motion. I was vaguely aware of him cumming, his boiling hot fluid squirting out, hitting my internal organs with a force I would have thought impossible.
His thrusts slowly subsided and he pulled out of me. I was so spent I could not move.
“I’ll keep my mouth shut; you keep your mouth shut. You’re actually not a bad fuck; we might have to do this again sometime.”
He left the room and I heard the front door close. My pussy was still twitching and I lay there, wondering if an orgasm could ever get more intense than that.
I had long, hot shower, wincing a little at the soreness as I cleaned myself up. I didn’t really do much the rest of the day. After microwaving some dinner, I went to bed early, and fell into a deep sleep.
I heard my bedroom door open much later and my brother come in.
“Hi sis, we had car trouble, that’s why we are late. Mom wanted me to check in on you. Be back in a moment.”
20 minutes later, he re-entered my room wearing a pair of pajama bottoms.
“So what did you do today?”
“Jon and Steve came around looking for you.”
“And?”
“They were horny, so we fucked.” I didn’t mention Mr. Peters.
“I’m still really horny, even after this morning.” He declared pulling off his pj bottoms, his cock springing to attention. He climbed into my bed and snuggled up against me.
“You know my pussy’s really sore from this afternoon.” I said as he slid his body up and down against my ass.
“Oh, but I need you so bad.”
I felt his cock against my asshole.
“Is your ass sore?” He asked.
“The lube is in the nightstand, go easy.”
I heard a rustling and then the cold liquid squirt up my ass. He used his finger to work it inside of me and then after liberally applying it to his cock, slowly pushed into me. I was glad that my brother wasn’t as big as Mr. Peters. Jess’s slender dick gradually eased all the way in. He paused for a minute before gently rocking back and forward, relishing my tight flesh.
”Oh that’s it bro, fuck my ass, squeeze my hips together.” I encouraged, knowing dirty talk got him to cum quicker. It wasn’t unpleasant but I was still a little sore and I didn’t want him in there longer than possible.
He increased his pace, thrusting harder, his hips slapping against my butt.
“Oh God, this is good, I’m not going to last much longer sis.”
“Fill me up with your cum, I want to feel it deep inside of me bro.”
He groaned and shot deep into my anal passage, stream after stream before he slumped spent against my back.
My wife and I had recently separated after four years of marriage and I moved out of the house to a studio apartment on the other side of town. I had been miserable for the last two years and I decided that I had to get away from her mood swings and temper tantrums. The separation had not really done anything to brighten my spirits. I had my freedom, but I basicly had to give up the house that I had bought a few years earlier. I married my wife when I was 21 and had dated for three years before that so I figured we would be happy forever, but at the end we barely spoke and I was not sexually attracted to her anymore. Even though were not happy I thought about trying to work things out because I did not like the thought of
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paying for a house that I’m not living in. Since I did have my freedom and was fairly young at 25 I took advantage by going to the local bars as much as possible.
One day I got a call right after work from a couple buddies who wanted me to stop the bar for a couple beers. The bar was close to work and just around the corner from my old house. So, I stopped by the bar for a few beers which led to quite a few beers. We all got pretty hammered and figured it was time to head home. Since all my friends lived close they could simply walk home, but I now lived about 15 minutes away and was too drunk to be drive home. I tried to call a cab but they were said they were busy and would be a half hour. Instead of the cab I figured I would call my Aunt Sara who lived about ten minutes away in the direction I was going anyway. I went outside the bar and called her on my cell phone, it rang twice and she answered.
“Hello” she said
“Hey Aunt Sara” I replied “it’s Davey, I’m at the bar and had a few too many beers to drive home. Do you think you can give me a ride”
“Oh hey Davey, sure I’ll be there in like ten minutes baby” she said.
“O.k thank you so much Auntie” I said
“No problem, I’m leaving right now” she said as she hung up the phone.
My Aunt Sara was my mom’s younger sister and always told me to give her a call if I ever needed a ride. Aunt Sara was 45 years old, long brown curly hair, brown eyes, 5’7 about 130 lbs and measured around 34-25-36. She and her husband had divorced a while ago and her two kids had recently gone off to college. She never did remarry and never had any boyfriends around that I could remember. We were close ever since I was very young she was always my favourite babysitter since she spoiled me so much. She is also the only one who called me Davey, to everyone else I was David. She did not drink anymore, didn’t have a boyfriend so she was pretty much dedicated to her kids and her job which probably got kind of boring. As I was waiting for Aunt Sara I went to my car and grabbed a bottle of vodka I had which I figured I could drink when I got home.
Aunt Sara arrived exactly ten minutes later. I walked over and got in the passenger side of the car.
“Hi Davey, so you have a little too much fun tonight, and you plan on having more fun I see” she said smiling and pointing at my bottle of vodka.
I smiled back and responded “ahh, you know me Auntie”
She laughed and said “yes I do, come let’s get you home” as we started out towards my house. As we drove we caught up on everything and I told her the things I had been going through. She was very understanding and I could tell it bothered her to see me upset. We were in the middle of a good conversation when noticed we were right around the corner from her house.
“I don’t really want to go home to an empty house, is it o.k if I stay at your place Auntie” I asked.
“I was thinking the same thing, I been kind of lonely too since your cousins left for college” she said
We pulled into the drive way and got out of the car. I followed Aunt Sara has we walked up to the house. I don’t know if it was just the booze or what but as she walked I noticed what a great ass Aunt Sara had on her and thought “wow, how did I ever miss that”. She was wearing a pair of tight faded blue jeans, a red button up blouse, she had her long hair in a pony tail and a black baseball hat. I never thought of her in any sexual way, but she was a very beautiful women. As we went inside Aunt Sara turned on the lights in the house. I took off my shoes and pulled up a chair at the kitchen table and asked Aunt Sara if she had any orange juice to mix myself a drink. Aunt Sara turned on the stereo and put in a cd then grabbed a glass out of the cupboard, some ice out of the freezer and a jug of sunny delight out of the fridge and sat them in front of me on the table. As I made myself a drink I asked if she wanted one too.
“Oh no” she said “I haven’t drank in over twenty years, and I’m especially not gonna start again with the leg spreader you got there” smiling and pointing at my bottle of vodka.
“Why do you call it that” I asked
“You figure it out” she said with a smile
“How about some scat” she asked “I haven’t kicked your ass at cards in a while” she said as she got up and walked over to a drawer and began looking for her playing cards. As as she turned to walk towards the drawer I watched her nice ass walk away and the farther back she looked in the drawer the more she had to bend over, giving me an even better look at my Auntie’s sweet cheeks. Auntie sat back down at the table not across the table but kitty corner from me so we wouldn’t have to reach so far for the cards and dealt out the first hand as I mixed myself a drink. We continued the conversation we were having in the car as we played cards. I told her about how tough the separation from wife was on me and she seemed to be suffering from empty nest syndrome with both my cousins being away at college and that she hadn’t been with a man since her husband left six years ago.
We played scat and talked for about a half hour when I went to make myself another drink. I looked at Aunt Sara who was shuffling the cards for another game and asked
“you sure you don’t want a drink?” Aunt Sara put the cards down and thought for a moment and said
“aww sure what the hell, not like I have any reason not to” as she stood up and went to the cupboard to grab another glass and more ice. I sat back in my chair watching her walk around the kitchen and thought about just how horny my Aunt’s ass was making me. Auntie was looking in the freezer for more ice as I stared at her cheeks and thought about some of the nasty things I would do to an ass like that.
“you need more ice” Aunt Sara asked as I snapped out of the trance her hot bum had on me.
“umm no I’m fine” I said realizing that she probably just caught me checking out her rear.
She sat back down and I made her a somewhat strong drink and we continued playing cards. After about ten minutes Aunt Sara needed another drink. She drank the first one pretty fast so I made her another drink only a little bit stronger this time. We had been keeping track of the score, but it did start to get out of hand in her favour after another twenty minutes
“well I guess I still own you at scat” she said with a laugh
“I haven’t played scat much lately, I mostly play poker nowadays” I replied
“well you wanna play that instead, I don’t know many poker games but you can teach me” Aunt Sara said
“sure” I said “I’ll teach you as we go”
“How much is the anti Auntie” I said trying to be funny
“I don’t know what you’re talking about” she said laughing
“well, that’s how much you put in the pot to start the game” I said
“I don’t have any money on me, to be honest the only time I ever played poker was about 25 years ago and it was strip poker” she said with giggle
I laughed and said “well let’s just play that since you already know how?”
Aunt Sara looked down at glass and then up at me and said “o.k, sounds like fun and I guess there’s no harm in that”
I made up some ground rules that you have to put in one article of clothing in the pot to start the game and the winner of that hand can take that article of clothing back and keeps the losers clothing with them like poker chips. The pot would be on the floor beside the kitchen table. Also, the game was over if you won a hand after the other was completely naked.
“WHAT COMPLETELY NAKED” Aunt Sara protested “I don’t know about that”
“Well better make sure you win” I replied laughing
“I can’t believe I’m doing this with my nephew” as she shook her head with a smile on her face
“you better make me another drink if the stakes are this high” she said
I made us both very strong drinks as we both removed one piece of clothing to put in the pot. I took of my socks and threw them on the floor as she took off her hat and threw it in the pot. We simply went five cards up and best poker hand wins. I won the first hand with a pair of jacks.
“oh yeah” I said as I handed her the cards to deal
“whatever, first hand” she said
I left my socks in the pot and put her hat beside me on the table. Aunt Sara removed her hair tie and let down her brown curly hair as she swayed in the hair. She put her hair tie in pot and dealt out the cards.
“what, your hair tie don’t count as clothes I’m protesting” I said
“house rules” she laughed as she dealt out the cards”
I got a pair of tens but on the last card she came up with a pair of kings, so she won her hair tie and my socks. She left her hair tie in the pot and I put in her hat I had won the hand before. Aunt Sara won again with three five’s so she took back her hat and I was forced to either take off my t-shirt or my pants for the pot. As I started to take off me shirt Aunt Sara stopped me
“come you gotta get up and give your Auntie a little show, I aint seen a man with his shirt off in a long time” she said smiling
I got out of my seat and danced the music and doing my best stripper impression I tore of my shirt and threw it on the floor where our pot was. Aunt Sara got up out of her seat and felt my arms, abs, and pecs
“damn, you got a nice body hun, I aint seen six pack like that in years” she said as she sat back down
I dealt the next hand and Aunt Sara won again with two pair, twos and eights
“Oh shit take it off baby, take it off” Aunt Sara said laughing
I stood up and danced around a bit turned around so my butt was facing Aunt Sara undid my jeans and pulled off my pants so I was only wearing a pair of black boxers. Aunt Sara reached over and gave my butt a little slap before I sat down.
“been a long time since I slapped that tushy” she said smiling ear to ear
Well, there we sat me only in my boxers and Aunt Sara fully dressed with a pile of my clothes beside her
“we can stop here if you want Davey” she said with a more serious look on her face
“no no” I said “I made to rules, besides you gotta win two more hands before the game is over
Aunt Sara dealt out the next hand and her full house beat my two pair. This time Auntie didn’t celebrate the win, she just looked that me wondering if I was actually going to take off my boxers in front of her. I reached for my drink and drank the rest of my mixed drink and pulled off my boxers while still sitting in my chair and threw them with other clothes she had collected from me. Aunt Sara couldn’t see my fat seven inch cock dangling off my chair because of the corner of her kitchen table blocked her view. I noticed Aunt Sara’s hands shaking a bit as she reached for her orange juice and vodka and downed the rest of it.
“looks like we’re out of orange juice” I said
“guess we’ll just have to drink it on the rocks” as she got up and got some more ice out of the freezer.
I watched her ass as she got up on her tip toes reaching for the ice and felt my dick jump a little as she turned around and saw me again looking at her ass. She sat back down at the table and quietly tried to fill our glasses with ice and vodka while her hands now were very noticeably shaking.
“since you’re completely naked maybe I should risk something more than my hair tie” she said as she bent her head under the table to take off her socks, but she stayed down there a few seconds longer than she normally would have. She was no doubt looking at her nephew’s thick cock, as she was down there I flexed my cock and made it jump a little. Aunt Sara popped up from under the table and threw her socks on the floor. I dealt the next hand and luckily I won with two queens so the game would continue. Instead of putting my pants back on I simply placed them on the floor beside me.
“not gonna put them back on” Aunt Sara asked
“well if you win a couple hands I’ll be just taking them off again anyway” I replied
We weren’t laughing and joking like we were before, we were both very quite as we continued playing and sipping our vodka. My luck also changed as I began to win a lot of hands and eventually had all my clothes back, her hair tie, baseball hat and socks. I was still naked with a pile of clothes beside me and Aunt Sara still had on her blouse and her tight blue jeans and whatever was underneath, which was what I was hoping to find out. She dealt out the next hand and we both had a high pair. She had aces I had jacks, as she dealt out my last card...a jack. Aunt Sara put the cards down on the table looked down as started to undo the first button on her blouse.
“what no show” I said “you made me do a dance when it was time for my shirt to come off”
She gave me and shy smile and without saying a word stood up and started swaying her hips to the music. As she moved closer to me she looked down at my cock and then back up at my eyes. She turned around and swayed her ass back and forth as she ran her hands through her hair looking over her shoulder at me giving me another smile as my dick started to get semi erect. Auntie Sara turned around and stared straight at my dick. Her hands were trembling as she started to undo her blouse and as she finished undoing the last one she looked into my eyes and pulled of her blouse exposing a black bra which held back a pair of nice, big, firm juicy tits. Her stomach was nice and flat which only made her chest look bigger.
“damn you got a nice body too hun” I said
“thank you sweetheart” she said as she sat back down
I dealt the next hand and won easily with three aces. I figured I would get to see what kind of panties my Auntie wore, but she surprised me by reaching back, unhooking her bra and throwing it on the floor. Her tits were amazing. I had never really noticed the size of her cans before because she didn’t really dress all that sexy. Well, she grabbed the cards and could barley shuffle them with her hands shaking uncontrollably. She did manage to get the cards dealt and it looked like she would take this one with two pair, but I had four clubs and needed a fifth for a flush she dealt my last card...Ace of clubs. Aunt Sara shook her head smiling a shy smile, finished her glass of vodka and took a breath.
“no one knows about this” she said to me
“sure thing Auntie “ I replied
Aunt Sara stood up and gave a little strip tease like before, walked over so she was right in front of me turned around so her ass was only about a foot away from my face unzipped her jeans and pulled them down exposing her bare ass. She didn’t have any panties on and she stepped out of her jeans with her butt right there for me to see. I couldn’t take it anymore I grabbed my Aunt’s hips and dove face first into her pussy. I held her hips and started licking her pussy from behind as fast as I could. What really turned me on was her pussy was already wet and I just love the smell a wet cunt gives off.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!!!!” Auntie Sara shouted
“STOP THAT, LET ME GO, I’M YOUR FUCKING AUNT FOR CHRIST SAKES” she said as she tried to free herself from my clutches
“OH MY GOD, STOP IT RIGHT NOW” she protested as she managed to get my tongue out of her pussy and break the grip I had on her hips.
She got away and turned to say something to me, but I stood up and rushed her wrapping my arms around her grabbing her ass and kissing her on the lips. I felt our tongues meet for a quick second and then she tried to push me away. I squeezed her tight and backed her against the fridge and started to hump my cock back and forth against her wet pussy.
“NO STOP THIS, THIS IS WRONG DAVEY WE CAN’T DO THIS,OH GOD, OH GOD, AHHHHH, OH PLEASE STOP BABY, WE CAN’T DO THIS” said Aunt Sara, but I kissed her again and this time we tongued each other with our tongues darting in and out of each other’s mouths. She broke the kiss and was breathing very heavy as I kept grinding my cock against her pussy.
“OH OH OH OH SHIT, OH GOD BABY, NO HUN, WE’RE DRUNK, WE’RE DRUNK, WE HAVE TO STOP OR WE’LL REGRET THIS” she said as I reached down and stuck my middle finger in her wet cunt.
“OOOOOHHHHHHH GODDDDD DAAAMMMMNNN IIITTTT” Aunt Sara moaned then shen French kissed me, reached down and started stroking my cock. We flicked our tongues out of our mouths letting them wrestle with each other as I fingered my Aunt’s pussy and she stroked her nephew’s cock.
“this is so wrong, we’re going to regret this, this is so bad, ooohhhhh but it feels so fucking good” Auntie said as she spun us around pushed me against the fridge and dropped to her knees
“oh you’ve got a nice cock Davey” she said as she began to suck the hell out of my dick. Auntie might not have been with a guy for a while but she sure didn’t forget how to suck a dick. She took my whole cock in her mouth no problem and she expertly licked my balls which had me moaning like crazy. I wanted to eat her pussy so I stood her up and grabbed her ass cheeks picking her up and sitting her on the kitchen counter. I spread her legs wide, got on my knees and began to slowly lick every inch of my 45 year old Aunt’s sweet pussy.
“OH MY GOD THAT FEELS SO GOOD, YOU EAT SUCH GOOD PUSSY BABY, YOUR’E MAKING AUNTIE FEEL SOOOO GOOD!!” she said as she ran her fingers through my hair “awww oh yeah baby, your sooo good, such a good boy, Auntie’s big boy, lick that pussy baby, OH YES LICK THAT PUSSY GOOD, OHHHH YEAH RIGHT THERE BABY, RIGHT THERE”
I pulled Aunt Sara off the counter, stuck my tongue down her throat and turned her around bending her over the kitchen table. I positioned my cock at the enterance of her soaking wet pussy and slowly slid my entire dick into my Aunt and began to slowly stroke it back and forth.
“awww, ohhh, oh, oh, oh, thats it baby, thats it, gimme that cock, your cock feels so good in Aunties pussy, IT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD.
“oh your pussy’s so warm and tight Auntie, I’m gonna fuck you good Auntie, I’m gonna fuck you good and hard” I said as I began pounding my cock hard into Aunt Sara’s cunt.
“OHHHH SHIT BABY, OOHHHH YEAH GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME HARD BABY, FUCK ME BABY, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, AWWWW YES, FUCK YOUR AUNTIE HARD, FUCK THAT PUSSY, FUCK THAT PUSSY BABY, MAKE ME CUM, COME ON BABY MAKE YOUR AUNTIE CUM ON YOUR COCK
Auntie Sara began to push her ass back hard meeting my thrust as I watched her sweet ass giggle as I fucked her pussy with everything I had. We were both almost out of breath were fucking so hard. Sweat began to pure off forehand but I would not stop pumping on my Aunt Sara.
“OOOHHHHH BABY I’M GONNA CUM, OH I’M GONNA CUM, OHHHHH MY GOD I’M CUMMING, I’M CUMMING, I’M CUMMING, OHHH GOD IT FEELS SOOOOO GOOOD, OH FUCK YOUR’E AMAZING, OHHHH GODDDDD”
“I’m gonna cum too auntie, im gonna cum to” as I pulled my dick out of her cunt and I blew my huge wad all over Aunt Sara’s ass cheeks.
I backed up wiping the sweat off my forehead and trying to catch my breath. Aunt Sara stayed bent over the kitchen table for a bit also trying to catch her breath. She then walked over and sat back down in her chair and poured herself another drink. I sat down in my seat grabbed the deck of cards and began to shuffle them as she sipped her vodka. I dealt us out each five cards up and I won with a king high.
“Iooks like I win” I said “we never agreed on what the winner gets”
Aunt Sara put down her glass and ducked under the table. She crawled under the table grabbed my cock and took the entire length in her mouth. She started to bob up and down on my dick making me rock hard again. Aunt Sara then pushed the back of my legs up so they were propped up on the table. Auntie then spread open my ass cheeks with her hands and began to flick her tongue very quickly across my asshole. I had never had this done to me before and it drove me crazy. Aunt Sara then put my legs down off the table and mounted me right on the chair. She sat on my cock and slowly rocked her hips back and forth as I sucked her big tits and held her sweet ass with both hands. She then began to pick up speed and soon she was riding my cock hard sending her nephew’s dick deep into her pussy. Aunt Sara rode me for what seemed like forever bouncing up and down on my dick then we got on the floor and fucked in every position I could think of missionary, doggy, cow girl, reverse cow girl, side swipe, doggy again over the kitchen sick, even sixty-nine till I blew in her mouth. When we stooped we laid in each other’s arms on the kitchen floor and I could hear birds chirping. I looked out the window and it was daylight, we had been fucking all night. We got up off the floor and Aunt Sara told me to grab a few bottles of water out of the fridge. She then grabbed my dick leading me out of the kitchen. As she walked by the kitchen table she grabbed what was left of my bottle of vodka and led me upstairs into her bedroom. We didn’t leave the room until late Sunday night when she drove me to get my truck at the bar.
“you wanna stop by for supper tomorrow after work” Aunt Sara said as I got out of her car
“yeah sure, be there around 5:30” I said
I don’t think I’m going to bother trying to get back together with my wife.
The adult version of the Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes had been deemed a complete success after Ron thanked Fred and George several times for the small bottle of Hot Sauce they had given him to test out. Ron had
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used it wisely, pasting the beautiful Fleur Delacour with a sizable load of hot cum. Hot Sauce was only the beginning however; they had an entire line ready for sale, but first they’d have to test out the miracle potions on willing girls. This was the part the twins had been waiting for; they were willing to take the risk in making sure the products were safe for consumer use. They posted sign-up sheets around the Gryffindor common room for this purpose.
They read: Need some pocket gold to pay for your next trip to Hogsmeade; any female student can make some much needed gold by safely testing the newest products from Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. Perfectly safe and enjoyable, these tests are quick, safe and profitable for everyone.
They hadn’t even had the chance to post the sign when they met up with Ron on the way back to Gryffindor Tower, who couldn’t stop praising them and their miracle potion. The twins promised to sell him some more of their products as soon as they were able to test them. Ron graciously offered his help in testing out their new products, but Fred and George were more than sure they could handle the testing by themselves.
They had already signed up several girls, including a number of first and second year students, when they saw Hermione walk down the staircase in the sluttiest clothes they had ever seen. They both nearly fainted at the sight, especially when she started bending over to tie her shoes. Both Fred and George were harder than diamonds before Hermione left the common room. The gaggle of girls surrounding them snapped them out of their fantasies, forcing them back to reality and the task at hand. After putting up their poster and signing up several more girls, the twins finally went to bed long after midnight; they were going to pick the first two test subjects the next morning.
The twins woke up to a beautiful Saturday morning and went over their prospective list. It looked like they’d have several willing and fitting test subjects in the days to follow, but they both agreed that they would both pick their top prospects first and try out a couple of the more interesting potions they had come up with. Fred wanted to try the Hot Sauce, especially after Ron’s glowing description of its effects, but George made him try out another. Fred would be trying out a potion named Maturity.
The label on the small bottle read:
A simple but effective twist on an aging potion, which is able to temporarily age a female drinker to perfect sexual maturity; usually around eighteen years old. The spell only lasts a single hour, but the drinker becomes addicted to sex for that hour, so make sure you’re as close to the drinker as possible! And don’t worry; the drinker will have no recollection of what happened to them when the potion wears off!
The potion would be perfect for Fred’s test subject; he had chosen a hot little tanned second year student named Romilda Vane, who had been sorted into their house the previous year. She had always been annoying and Fred was sure he had something perfect to shut her up.
George on the other hand, had chosen to use a heavy sleeping potion on his test subject called Dopey.
The label on the bottle read:
A powerfully effective sleeping potion which will cause the drinker to fall into a deep and relaxing sleep. They may fall asleep, but your sexual advances on the sleeping beauty will be gladly accepted and they’ll remain unconscious for an entire hour! And don’t worry; the drinker will have no recollection of what happened to them when they wake!
George had picked a girl in the twins’ own year named Patricia Stimpson, a witch who had suffered a minor breakdown the previous year during the O.W.L. testing. George had remembered Patricia’s breakdown the previous year and was fairly certain that the Dopey potion would be perfect to help her relax.
Like the vials of Hot Sauce, the labels on every single one of their handy little sex potions were enchanted to appear only when a secret phrase was uttered and the label tapped. They’d only reveal the secret password after the purchase was made and the contract they had made was signed.
Because it was going to be such a beautiful Saturday; Fred and George knew that the best place to try out their newest products would be outside in the gorgeous sunlight. It was under these pretenses that they told Romilda and Patricia to meet them near the Whomping Willow, in a secluded and safe location.
‘Hello girls!’ said the twins together when both Patricia and Romilda came into earshot.
‘Hi!’ they replied cheerfully, walking over to the twins. Patricia dwarfed the tiny Romilda when walking side by side, but that was all about to change. George handed them both the contract they had to sign and told them the consequences of telling anybody about the use of the potions. The contracts were made for their soon-to-be customers, but they had decided that using it with test subjects would make just as much sense.
‘Here’s your promised gold’ said Fred, handing both girls two Galleons each before passing each of them the correct bottles to drink from. ‘Drink these and the reactions should be immediate’ smiled Fred.
‘Why did we have to meet all the way out here to test these things out…? Are they safe?’ Patricia asked, looking the bottle over questioningly. The label was blank and revealed nothing of the potion’s sinister nature.
‘There perfectly safe… We just didn’t want McGonagall snatching away our hard work!’ replied George with a smile. The girls seemed to take it as the truth before removing the potion stoppers and consuming the contents of both bottles in seconds.
‘I feel weir…’ started Patricia, before falling unconscious onto the ground.
‘I know what you mean… but it feels really good!’ replied Romilda, as her body began to change. Patricia remained unconscious while Romilda’s entire body transformed into a tall, tanned and unbelievably gorgeous eighteen year old girl. What made the situation even better was the fact that all of Romilda’s clothes were now far too small for her and accentuated her perfect body. Fred and George got immediately hard and Fred had to beat his brother off before he tried to fuck his prize. George looked down at his unconscious test subject and decided that it could have been worse, before pulling off his clothes and getting onto his knees in front of Patricia.
‘I’m so horny!’ moaned the adult sized Romilda, as she stroked her pussy through her skirt and panties. Fred basically tackled Romilda to the ground after saying she was horny, pinning her to the ground and helping her to remove her tight clothing. Fred tore off his own clothing as he lay on top of his prize, who was still in the process of rubbing her pussy. Fred proceeded by unclasping her tiny skirt and tearing off her dress shirt and tie. Fred was pleasantly surprised to find out that Romilda’s bust size had increased substantially. She hadn’t worn any bra before because she had nothing to support, so when he removed her shirt, her perfectly large tits were completely visible. Romilda gave him a quick wink before Fred straddled her chest and guided his shaft towards her beautiful mounds. He gave each one a playful squeeze before forcing them together and rutting his seven inch hard cock between them. It felt so good to both Fred and Romilda, who by this point loved the attention she was getting. Romilda may have looked like a hot and slutty eighteen year old, but in reality; she was a twelve year old virgin. Fred spat down onto his cock, helping it slide faster and smoother in between Romilda’s gorgeous globes.
While Fred titty fucked the horny Romilda, George was occupied in removing Patricia’s school uniform. Patricia was a fairly attractive girl that George had long lusted for, but had never acted on his feelings. Now that she was completely defenseless to his advances, George was more than ready to take advantage of her situation. After getting her completely naked, George took a good long look at her attractive figures; her perfectly sized breasts, her tiny pink nipples and little fuzzy strip of brown pubic hair located just above her tight pink pussy were very attractive. George couldn’t be sure yet, but he had a nagging suspicion that Patricia was just as much of a virgin as Romilda.
‘Let’s see that ass!’ George said to the unconscious Patricia, flipping her over in the process and getting a great view of her big juicy ass. George was surprise by how much junk Patricia had in her trunk and couldn’t help but lie on top of her and begin to move his seven inch shaft in between her ass cheeks like Fred was doing with Romilda’s tits.
‘Ohhh Goddddd! It feels so good!’ groaned Romilda, enjoying the sensation of Fred’s cock as it moved like a piston between her sizeable tits. Fred couldn’t take it any longer and needed a taste of the beautiful Romilda. He got between her legs and watched as Romilda continued to move her fingers in and out of her panties. Fred bent his head down and got a great whiff of Romilda’s pussy before using his teeth to grab hold of the thin material and tear off her panties. He threw them aside and moved his mouth in closer, sticking the tip of his tongue as deep into her tight teen pussy as possible.
‘Ahhhhhh!’ screamed Romilda, never having a man’s long tongue penetrate her before, caused her to scream out in ecstasy. Fred continued to eat Romilda out for the next five minutes, only breaking away when she went through her two orgasms. The urge to fuck her overpowered Fred, and he made to pop Romilda’s cherry. Before he did however, he took a look over at the scene developing only feet away and was surprised to see that George had already beaten him to the punch.
‘Fuck this pussy is tight!’ moaned George, humping into the unconscious Patricia while she remained on her stomach. George had spread her legs and was slowly working more and more of his shaft into her tight teen pussy. After a few inches, he quickly realized that Patricia was in fact a virgin. He continued to thrust into her flexible hymen for another three minutes before he tore through it, causing her to bleed from her pussy and coat his cock. ‘That’s better!’ sighed a relieved George, as he started to pump his cock into her with a little more freedom. ‘How’s it going over there Fred?’ George said as he propped himself up with his hands on the ground.
‘She’s as tight as a twelve year old!’ laughed a pained Fred, as he tried to force his cock into and screaming Romilda. Romilda’s eyes were wide open in both pain and shock as her maidenhood was being stolen from her. She shut her eyes and just accepted her fate. She knew she wanted it, but didn’t really know why. Fred grabbed hold of her jiggling breasts and pushed his shaft as deep into her as possible, bursting through her elastic barrier and causing her to orgasm and scream in pain.
‘FUCK ME HARDER!!!’ moaned Romilda, as her orgasm subsided and the pleasure from Fred’s thrusting began to increase. She wondered why she had never done this before as she felt Fred twist her nipples and begin to kiss her neck.
‘SMACK!’ SMACK! SMACK!’ George gave Patricia’s juicy white ass a few sharp slaps to watch it jiggle even more as his cock continued to move in and out of her pussy. George could swear he could here Patricia moaning under her breath every time he thrust his cock into her and he was sure she was having one hell of a dream.
Fred in the meantime had Romilda’s legs up over his shoulders and was pumping his cock into her as hard and as fast as he could. He knew it wouldn’t take him very long to reach his end and he wanted to make sure he would be able to get Romilda to reach hers at least one more time before he did. He was in luck too; just as he began to pant and near his end, he heard Romilda begin to squeal in pleasure before her juices enveloped his cock that continued sliding in and out of her. The added sensation of her pussy clutching and her juices coating his cock was more than enough to push Fred over the edge in the process. He had no intention to pull out of the young teenage slut, deciding that because she would transform back into her twelve year old body in only a few minutes, a healthy dose of potent seed into her womb would probably not impregnate her. Either way, he was willing to take the chance.
‘UNGHHHHH!’ grunted Fred, jetting several wads of hot sticky cum directly into Romilda’s bald eighteen year old pussy. Romilda closed her eyes in pleasure as she felt Fred fire several long thick strings of his warm semen directly into her for several seconds.
‘GOD! I can feel it shooting inside me!’ moaned Romilda, not realizing that if she had actually been eighteen, she would in fact have been impregnated by Fred’s large load of cum. Fred finally stopped cumming after several seconds of grunting and instead of pulling out of Romilda, he just remained inside of her and tried to catch his breath.
As Fred finished going through his orgasm, George began to go through his own massive orgasm. Unlike Romilda however, Patricia was definitely impregnable, but George cared little for that as he began to pant. He and his brother had already impregnated Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet, so getting Patricia pregnant mattered little, especially when nobody would be able to prove his little act with Patricia after she awoke from her deep sleep. There was also the funny fact that in a few months time, Patricia would be dealing with another stressful issue; pregnancy, and both Fred and George would have a good laugh at that.
‘FUCK! I’M CUMMING!’ screamed George, as he slapped Patricia’s now red ass one more time and began cumming inside of her tight cunt. He painted Patricia’s womb with four thick strands of hot seed deep inside of her before collapsing on top of her in ecstasy and relief.
‘Stupefy!’ shouted Fred, hitting Romilda in the chest as he pulled his deflated cock from her cum-filled pussy. She was shocked when he pulled his wand on her, but after being hit, she simply fell unconscious. ‘That’ll make it easier to get her dressed and tidy things up a little’ replied Fred to George’s questioning look.
‘Good idea brother!’ said George, as he got dressed and re-dressed Patricia seconds later. Fred did the same with Romilda before they both picked up the empty bottles the girls had drank from and left them lying on the grass to change back to their normal states. Romilda’s body would turn back into her cute little twelve year old body while Patricia would wake with a baby growing inside her.
‘I think we can say those products work just fine George!’ Fred said to his brother, as they made their way back their bedroom and the massive assortment of vials of potions they had made for the adult oriented Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes line.
‘I love that book’ replied George, as they made it up to Gryffindor Tower and their bedroom to find a shocking and disturbing scene.
‘What the fuck!’ shouted both Fred and George together, when they saw that both their trunks had somehow been forced open. They were so shocked because they knew that they had magically sealed the trunks and forcing them open was impossible to their knowledge. They quickly checked each others trunk, knowing of only one valuable item that could have been stolen. Sure enough, the Spellbook of Desires was the only thing missing.
‘NOOOOOO!!!!!” groaned both Fred and George as they ran out of their room to see if they could find whoever had stolen their book. No one was in the common room and there was no evidence that anyone had been there when they had come in. They had been able to make several vials of their valuable potions and they still had the recipe for each of them, but they would never be able to make anything different without the wondrous Spellbook of Desires.
‘Dammit! Not again… We’ve got to find that book…We’ll search the entire school from top to bottom if we have to!’ exclaimed and angry Fred, as he and George ran out of the common room and down the stairs to look for the culprit and the book. Little did they know however, that the Spellbook of Desires was in fact only feet away from them. The book was now magically sealed in its rightful owner’s trunk and Harry Potter had a smile from ear to ear on his face as he sat in the Great Hall and watched students put their names into the Goblet of Fire.
Mary Minor was a beautiful 34 year old wife,a virgin when she married her husband,Jeff,she was naive about sex and the lust men showed her with their looks when she was at work or out shopping.She always left her window open in her bathroom and bedroom because she loved the fresh air.Sitting in front of her mirror she was combing her thick long blond hair.
Next door at the Jones house 16 year old Leon was getting his binoculars ready to watch his beautiful neighbor.Oh shit he thought to himself,goddamn look at that bitch.His binoculars made it seem he was in the same room."SSSHHHH you guys shut up"......he told his brothers.
"Whats she doing let me look"....the brothers whispered. Okay,Okay young Derrick the 13 year old took the glasses.'Oh shit look at t
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hat she's unbuttoning her shirt,oh god.Shit she's taking her shirt off,oh look at her boobs."
'Hey let me look"......ask Tyrone the 14 year old. Taking the glasses he felt his young black dick stirring as he saw Mary's beautiful black bra covering her firm full 36D breasts."Look at those tits,Oh shit she's undoing her bra,shit"......Tyrone laughed.
"Let me see"....Leon the oldest grabbed the glasses. Sure enough Mary's tits fell into full view when she removed her bra.50 cent size aureoles with eraser size nipples were in full view.Leon mouth was dry and his man size 10" black dick was stirring.Wow look a those tits,fuck.Mary got up from her dressing table.Fuck she's moving.
Mary was feeling funny,she was feeling excitement.Sex with her husband had waned and he was working late.Thinking she would close her bedroom door the girls were asleep but she wanted her privacy.Coming back to the table she slid her little tube skirt down her long trim legs.
Leon saw her pink panties as she was looking in the mirror turning inspecting her tight ass and shapely legs.Oh fuck Leon thought to himself,his cock was growing at the site of this beautiful white neighbor.
Hey let us see,cmon,give us the glasses as the young boys grabbed it from there brothers hand.Tyrone gasp as he saw her in her panties and her full firm breasts.Derrick grabbed the glasses......"Oh shit she's taking her panties off,OH shit,I can see her ass and pussy,Oh shit"....he gasp,his young black dick was hard.His older brother grabbed the glasses.
Sure enough she was checking her body in the mirror.She turned around and spread her beautiful ass cheeks apart,Leon's mouth was dry.She turned back around and spread her pussy lips apart inserting a finger in her damp pussy.Leon fell back as Derrick grabbed the glasses.
Derrick gasp as Mary started tweaking her nipples with her thumb and forefinger. "Shit,she's playing with her tits,fuck she's so fucking hot."Oh shit she's putting a robe on,Fuck"Leon grabbed the glasses as Mary pulled her blue gown and left the room,turning out the lights.
The 3 brothers sat breathless in Leon's room.Leon looked at his brothers....."Oh would I like to fuck her,wow,she is so hot."
Derrick ask...."Have you fucked a girl Leon?" Yeah Leon have you,how's it feel?".......Tyrone ask.Leon looked at the brother's,"Yeah Jane and that bitch Barbara at school.Both boys gasp......"Really,whats it like,what's it feel like?"
"Titties are so soft and they taste so good and when your dick is in a woman's pussy it gets so wet and hot.And a girl body is so smooth and sweet smelling,wow they feel so good. And your dick gets so hot and girls moan and groan,it's fun.Both young boys eyes were wide there young black dicks hard in their pants.
You know guys we have been wrong about Mrs. Minor,here we thought she was nice but she's horny,she was turning herself on,she's a slut like Jane and Barbara.How would you guys like to fuck her?'Oh shit your serious,how can we do that".....The boys ask.
I don't know yet but if you guys are game we can set a plan.Leon sent the boys to bed,both of them holding their young dicks.
Mary finished her tea and watching CSI on TV and decided to call it a night and take a bath and shave her legs.She turned the light on in her bedroom. Leon jumped up.She was standing looking at herself in the mirror before walking in her bathroom to draw her bath.Leon moved to his other window,damn he had a clear view into her bathroom.
Mary laid down in her warm baby bath,her body felt so soft in the scented water.Her breast's felt so smooth and soft and tingled when she tweaked her nipples. Her other hand was sitting on her soft tummy feeling the warm water and she slid her hand between her legs,her little pussy was damp with her juices.MMM AAhhh she felt warm as she inserted a finger then 2 fingers into her pussy.Oh Oh MMM,wow,she tingled all over.She grabbed her razor and baby cream and shaved each leg.Lifting them Mary enjoyed how smooth and soft they were.As she was playing with her pussy she had a evil little thought.Why not shave my pussy,the thought was so naughty,but it excited her.Picking up her cream she coated her pussy and carefully shaved her pussy baby smooth.Lookin at it she couldn't believe how beautiful it was.Rubbing it now her clitoris bloomed out from underneath its protective hood and Mary brought herself to a AAAhhhh,mmmmClimax.Getting out of the tub with the after effects of her orgasm she dried her body slowly and wrapped her long hair in the towel,looking at her shaved body in the mirror,she turned out the lights.
Leon,OOOOhhhh GGoooodddd,Leons cock erupted,spurt after spurt of thick young boy cumm went on the floor.He had just seen the whole thing in Mrs. Minor's bath.Damn he thought,this gal is a whore and she's horney.We have to get a plan to fuck her,she wants it,she needs it.
This went on for the next few months and the boys were even saying suggestive things to Mrs. Minor.
Last week while Mary was working in the garden she caught the youngest black boy Tyrone trying to look down her blouse.The day before Leon the oldest and Derrick whistled at her and said she sure was pretty,it made her feel funny and she was going to say something to their mother but decided against it deciding it was just young boy stuff.A few days later she saw all three boys touching their dicks as they whistled at her.now that's enough,I'm talking to their mother.
Well,their just boys,and it,well,I don't know but I feel nice when the boys notice me.They give me more attention than my husband but it is so naughty that these 3 minor black boys turn her on a little. It's against the law but's it's exciting to.So she just smiled at the boys and waved.
Leon knew the time was near.Okay guy's we'll use my room,Derrick you grab her feet,I'll grab her and muffle her mouth but I'll need you to hold her feet when she kicks.Tyrone you get the rope ready to tie her hands and and have a knife ready to cut her clothes off.Also make sure we have some cream to smooth on her ass when we fuck her ass.Cmon let go thru a practice run.
"Are you sure you guys can do this?".....Leon ask.Both boys nodded yes. Okay when the time comes be ready.
About 3 weeks later Mary heard a knock at the door.Standing there was her black next door neighbor,Janet Jones."Oh hi Janet come in".......Mary invited her.
"Listen Mary,Jack and I are going a little 2nd honeymoon this weekend and we want to leave the boys home,could you just peek in tonight and tomorrow on them,I know its an inconvenience and I think they'll be okay but I'd feel safer if I knew you would just look in on them."..........Janet ask.
Mary was a little jealous and said certainly no problem.After a little small talk and laughter Janet left and and Mary answered her phone."Oh honey,emergency surgery,damn what time will you be home?".....Mary ask....."Midnight damn,okay honey be careful,I'll see you tonight.....She replied.
She went in the front room to watch TV with the girls. After dinner and watching more TV the girls went to bed.Mary had a very naughty thought.
The boys saw Mary put some perfume on and slid on a pair of daisy duke jeans that showed her beautiful legs and ass. She was wearing a pink tube top that displayed her full round firm breasts.Her thoughts of flirting with the young black boys made her feel so naughty,she peaked in on the girls and locked the door.
Leon heard the soft knock at the door."Okay guys she got dressed prutty fo us we all saw it.Can you guys go thru with this,your first piece of pussy. and Derrick get your cell cam,ok?"....The boys were all in lust.
Leon opened the door."Oh hi Mrs. Minor how are you,come in."
"Hi Leon,your mom ask me to check on you boys while they are gone,is everything alright?".....Mary ask walking inside.
Leon closed the door locking it.
Derrick and Tyrone were sitting on the couch and Leon led Mary into the front room.Mary started feeling nervous,she could see the boys eyes scanning her body.Maybe yhis wasn't a good idea.
Mrs.Minor would you like something to drink?Geting up she noticed that Tyrone the youngest was 5'5" about 100 lbs.Thin with a shaved head. Derrick the 2nd boy was 5'8 around 140 with strong legs and shoulders.He walked in the kitchen with his brother both laughing nervously.Leon the oldest boy was taller than her 5'9" height possibly 5'11" maybe 190.She could feel his eyes looking at her ass.
The boys walked out of the kitchen and Leon grabbed Mary by the waist and put his other hand over her mouth. Derrick ran over and grabbed Mary's feet.Tyrone put the water on the table and got the camera cell phone and rope.
Mary was screaming in Leon's hand....NO,NO,Boys!!!,NO NO NO,Please,put me dow,please put me down.
Leon"okay lets get her upstairs"....."Shut the fuck up bitch,your ours now."
Throwing Mrs Minor on the bed Leon crawled on her stomach and tied her hands to the bed post.
Mary was kicking her legs and Derrick grabbed one leg and Tyrone the other.Leon got off her and was standing looking at the beautiful Mrs. Minor.
"Boys no,no please,let me go,let me go please,don't do this,please,please....Mary begged.
Leon reached down and squeezed her full soft breast,wow he screamed,wow her tits are so soft.
NomNO,No,please Leon don't.....Mary cried.
"Come here Tyrone,feel these beautiful titties. Derrick grabbed her kicking legs.Tyrone was shaking with excitement,he reached down and felt his first breast.Both hands were kneeding her breast, his tiny little boy hands could barely fit around them.His little thumbs were scraping across her nipples.Then he started pinching her nipples with his thumb and forefinger.
As scared as Mary was..."please don't do that,no,no quit please",a slight moan escaped her as this 13 yr.old black boy was playing with her beautiful tits.
Derrick was begging...."Cmon,get her legs I want to touch them,come here and let me feel them."
Leon grabbed her legs,Mrs. Minor was still kicking trying to get free."Please no,NO,No please,I can't,No No." .....Mary was pleading.
Derrick and Tyrone were each feeling her tits when Leon said......."pull her top down let's see them titties."
NO,NO,NO,Don't,Please don't.....Mary begged.She felt the boys pulling her tube top down suddenly her proud full breasts were exposed to the boys.
All three boys caught their breadth at the sight of Mrs. Minor's beautiful tits,her areolas were puffy with excitement and her nipples were standing out inviting a hungry mouth.
"NOOOO boys don't,please,no,quit,I'm old enough to be your mom,quit this,please" as she felt each boy start licking her breasts and biting her nipples.Mary's body was betraying her pleas,her body was on fire.
Leon was feeling her smooth legs and reaching under jeans seaching for her pussy.When he got close his finger slid under her elastic panty and he felt the dampness that betrayed her pleas,she was theirs.Leon laughed...."guys her pussy is so wet,she's turned on,keep sucking and I'll finger her pussy"
"noooo,ohhhh nooo ahhhh noo,quit please"... but she was not very forceful and her legs weren't kicking ,she spread her legs to let Leon have better access to her pussy.
This went on and The boys were breathing hard and lust was everywhere.After she quit kicking......Okay guys let get naked.The boys were naked instantly,Derrick had a 6" thick dick,and Tyron being a young 13 year old had a 5" thick black dick but when Mary saw Leon's rock hard 10' thich black cock she gasped.
"NOOo,boys quit now, I won't say anything,please,I'm married,no"......Mary pleaded.
"guys let's get her naked,let see that sweet shaved pussy"....Leon ordered.
Unbuttoning her jeans and in one pull her panties and jeans were pulled off and thrown on the floor. Mary layed naked with her tube top around her waist.Leon lowered it down her hips and off.
The three black boys all coal black now quietly looked at the beautiful white Mrs. Minor,naked and ready for the boys.With tears running down her cheeks she pleaded again......."please don't do this please don't,I'll leave and not say anything,no don't do this."
Leon opened her legs and his mouth and tongue were licking her thighs."Mrs. Minor,we saw you put some perfume on and those shorts before you came over tonight and we been watching the last 2 months thru your window so we know everything,ha ha ha,we know your horney,putting your finger in your pussy and up your ass,your a nasty slut huh Mrs. Minor?"Cut the shit okay.
Leon thumbs peeled back Mary's Pussy lips and Leon's thick black tongue entered Mary's love tunnel.Mary yelped and when she did Tyrone slipped his young cock in her mouth.Derrick was sucking on her tits and Leon was licking her pussy and she felt Tyrone's young black cock in her mouth.After just seconds in her warm wet mouth she felt Tyrones young dick expand and cumm spurt after spurt entered her mouth,Tyrone was humping wildly in her mouth.Mary swallowed the tart taste of a young boys thick black spunk.
Leon stood up,Mary was shaking from him licking her clit,"I'm going to fuck this bitch,you guys move,don't worry we all are going to fuck her."
Leon black lips met Mary's closed mouth.His tongue was probing her lips.He reached down and started rubbing his huge young black bulbous cockhead up and down her slit,Maty couldn't control herself. Her mouth opened and the young black boys hungry tongue entered and he pushed his thick black dick into her white married pussy.Leon broke the kiss looking into Mary's eyes,"Mrs. Minor you got a tight pussy"....,waiting for her to adjust and he pushed again.
Mary's gasp,"Ohhhh Please quit,its too big,Oh god"and Leon pushed again."Oh God,Oh God Please,God"....Mary cried.Mary had never felt like this before.Leon withdrew and pushed again only this time Mary's hips met his and his huge dick entered her womb.'
OOOHHHH GGooooddd,NNoooo.Ahhh....Mary groaned.
Derrick and Tyrome laughed,"She's cumming Leon,the slut is cumming,she likes it."
Leon and Mary found a rythem and Leon was now pounding Mary and her trim white legs were now wrapped around his black ass egging him harder,faster.
"OHHH Baby,OOOhh fuck me harder,shit,harder"...Mary screamed
Leon tensed his cock grew inside Mary's love tunnell Leon started snorting like a bull his huge cock twitched,OOOhhh yyyooo slut ahhhh.
Mary suddenly remembered she was fertile."Pull out Leon I'm not on the pill,please pull out".....Mary pleaded.When she felt the first hot coating of black baby batter enter her womb she reached an orgasm she had never had before.Spurt after spurt of thick teen boy black spunk entered her fertile womb.AAAhhhhh OOOhh GGGoooood,oh god.....Mary fainted.
When she woke up young Derrick was cumming in her pussy.The young Tyrone slipped his young black dick in Mary's pussy.
As Mary was putting her clothes on young Leon showed her the cell phone photos.Look how pretty you look cumming Mrs. Minor.Mary was shocked.
"Listen Mrs. Minor,your our whore now I mean you could get into alot of trouble fucking 3 minors.We'll keep it our secrect and the pics you can have if you promise to fuck us whenever we want and we want to fuck your daughters,okay?If not I'll put these on the internet,understand?
We'll leave that to you to get your sweet little girls over here.
Mary opened the door and sat down spooning some cumm running down her leg,licking it off her finger. Ahhhh ooohh she had a small orgasm.What was she going to do now,hearing her husband drive into the garage.Must be midnight she thought.
If you remember, I left off with me, Gary age 12, my cousin Sarah, age 16, her boyfriend Jim, age 16 and Jim's brother, Tom, age 14. We all just finished fucking and sucking each other. We all lay on the bed panting, sweating, covered in cum, enjoying the after glow of some very nasty sex.
I got up and looked at their naked bodies, taking in the view, knowing I had sucked both brothers cocks, sucked Sarah's pussy, fucked Sarah's pussy, had them all suck me off and had eaten loads of cum out of her cunt and straight out of the guys cocks. To top it off I was still turned on and wanted more. I got on my knees and licked Tom's cock and balls, licked his sweet
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tasting sweat off his flat, tanned belly, then sucked his soft cock in my mouth. As I sucked him I felt it begin to harden and swell in my mouth. I looked up his body and noticed Jim and Sarah watching me suck Tom's cock. Sarah began to stroke Tom's belly and chest, then I saw her lean over and lick his lips and chin, cleaning off the remnants of all our cum.
Jim lay on his side, is long soft cock resting on his thigh, still leaking cum. I reached up and ran my finger over the head of his cock and smeared his cum over the head. I stroked his thigh, loving how smooth and hot it felt. Sarah was now licking Tom's belly, dipping her tongue in his belly button, rubbing her cheek in the sweat that pooled on his belly, then kissing my lips that were wrapped around his cock. My hands were all over his body, I couldn't get enough of touching and sucking him.
Sarah looked at the clock and made us all get up and shower as her parents would be home soon. I jumped in the shower with Tom and soaped his beautiful body up and paid special attention to his cock and ass. He laughed and bent over shaking his buns at me. I slipped a finger in his ass and he pushed against me and moaned. I had never fucked a guy in the ass, but all of a sudden I was hard and tried to get my cock in there. He stopped me and said we didn't have time, that maybe we would do it some other time. We got out and Jim and Sarah got in. As she moved past me I stuck my finger in her cunt, then licked all the combined cum off and kissed her, sharing it with her. We all finished dressing and left just as my Aunt and Uncle pulled in the driveway.
The next day I went to Sarah's and she had a girlfriend over. She was hot, too. Sarah introduced her as Kat. I figured I had better leave so I told them to have fun. As I was leaving Sarah told me to stay and learn how to eat pussy right. Kat was going to teach me. So I stayed and watched as Sarah stripped and lay back on the couch. Kat stripped too, my god what a body she had. Small firm tits, flat belly, a cute bubble ass, legs like Sarah's, long and pretty and a real meaty looking pussy. Her pussy lips were hanging down, no hair on her pussy and a clit that was huge.
Sarah spread her legs and told me to strip and get between her legs with Kat so I could watch up close. I was new to pussy eating but when Kat clamped her mouth over Sarah's cunt and started sucking it like a vacumn cleaner, had Sarah screaming in seconds, cumming hard, her hands beating on the couch, well let me tell you, I paid attention. Then Kat pulled her mouth off, used her fingers to spread Sarah's very wet cunt lips apart, then using the flat of her tongue to lick her from asshole to clit. She did that over and over and over till Sarah was panting. Then she took Sarah's clit in her mouth, pulling on it with her teeth, lightly biting it, then sucking it hard, then biting, then sucking, Sarah cumming over and over, the couch soaked with her cum and Kat's spit. I was staring at Sarah, seeing her body heaving with her climaxes, her beautiful belly clenching, her tits looking hard as a rock, the nipples and inch long, her head rolling back and forth, spit streaming out of her mouth. I watched Kat eat her for over an hour, till Sarah was soaked in her own sweat, even her tan legs were soaked. Then she sat up and screamed so fucking loud it scared the shit out of me. After she screamed she passed out, laying there limp and Kat was still sucking her cunt, like she was possessed. I got scared when Kat started slurping something and she pulled her face away and Sarah, still passed out, was pissing in Kat's face. Kat was sucking it all up as fast as it came out, then she grabbed my head and spit Sarah's piss in my mouth, then rubbed my face in her piss soaked cunt. I couldn't believe it. Kat then pulled me up and pushed me down next to Sarah.
My cock was so fucking hard and Kat took it all in her mouth. She bit down on the shaft and kept biting it as her tongue was moving all over my cock. She grabbed my balls and started to squeeze them hard and she bit and sucked me. I told he I was going to cum and she sucked and bit harder, her teeth deep into my shaft as I was pumping a load in her mouth. I tried to pull away but she held by balls and grabbed my back and forced me to cum in her mouth as she went nuts on my cock. I thought she was going to bite right through my cock, when I heard Sarah screaming at her, telling Kat to let me go. Kat still held on and didn't release me till Sarah punched her in the head. Kat let go and Sarah slapped her face, twice, to get her to calm down. I looked at my cock, it was still hard as a rock and was bleeding. Sarah looked at up close and said I would be fine, that it looked worse then it was and she licked the blood off it. That was so fucking cool, her licking the blood off so sweetly. Kat looked at both of us and said she was sorry she got so carried away. She said when she made Sarah pass out, then Sarah pissed in her mouth, it turned her on so fucking much she just went nuts.
Sarah looked at me and asked it that was true, that she passed out and pissed. I told her it was all true and the hottest and nastiest thing I ever saw. Sarah got up on wobbly legs and looed at the mess on the floor, her piss and cum all over the foor. Kat looked at it too, then she lay her head in the piss and licked some off the floor. This chic was fucking nuts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sarah sent Kat home and told her we would continue lessons some other time and Sarah and I cleaned up the mess and then we showered together. My cock was too sore to fuck her so while in the shower I showed her what I had learned and ate her through 4 more cums, till she pulled me off her cunt. She lay on the floor trembling and said I was a fast learner and was proud of me. I went home beaming.
Tom came over to my house that evening and I sucked his cock twice. I told him all about what I did at Sarah's and he wants to learn how to do it. I showed him my sore cock and he sucked on the head only, till I came in his mouth. I made him strip so I could lick and suck on his entire body. I did that for a long time then sucked him off again, sending him home smiling and me going to bed, sore, but satisfied as hell. I was able to make people happy and myself happy. What a nice way to end the day.......................
Chapter 4 soon, I promise. Me with 2 of Tom's friends and a black friend of Jim's. All guys.............................
A few paces off of the highway leads you to a well-beaten path, winding through a sporadic copse of trees. Inching closer to your destination, you notice that the brush up ahead seems a lot thicker than in the past. The vines, brambles, and even trees have formed together to create a barrier around the very place you have been seeking. Staring at the twisting, gnarled foliage ahead of you, a sound is suddenly heard from within the secured clearing.
"What was that sound?" you think to yourself, stepping closer in obvious curiosity. Clawing through the branches and leaves, you manage to work your way closer to the clearing. Each step allows the eluding sounds to rise in clarity. When you have almost found your way through, you reali
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ze the sounds are the heated cries of a lust-filled woman.
You are frozen in place, feeling quite embarrassed. Yet, that voice sounds familiar.. could it be the woman you were searching to find that led you upon this escapade to begin with? Your heart thumps faster as you push and pull your way through, your mind begging you to glance into the grove to see if your thoughts ring true. With quite a bit of difficulty, and an occasional scratch, you are able to form a small crevice to peek through.
What you witness is almost shocking. A woman lay upon her back, stretched across the ground lengthwise. All that is visible to you is her neck, down to her exposed breasts and smooth belly. Her skin glistens within the sun's soft rays, covered in a light moisture, while her chest rises and falls in a rhythmic pattern. Feminine moans can be heard clearly now, coming from this sightly creature.
Though you cannot see what is going on, her motions almost reveal everything. One hand cups her own breast, tenderly kneading the soft area around the hardened bud of her nipple. Her other arm is evidently stretched down lower, her hand not within sight, though the muscles within her upper arm continue to flex and relax. Her body ever so often squirms and wriggles about upon the softened forest floor, the light dancing upon every exposed curve.
The sight is almost too much, you can feel the bulge already forming in your pants as your imagination takes its turn to create vivid images of what she may be doing to herself. The vision of her face, eyes closed and lips curved into a perfect 'O' as she coos out her moans of ecstasy, continuously dance through your mind. Yet, a sudden flash of color makes you blink and peer closer, realizing she is indeed not alone.
You are taken aback as you descry what is occurring before your eyes. A young man practically slithers up the woman's body, his tongue flicking out to lick upon her sweet flesh. He takes his position above her, head leaning down and accepting her stiffened nipple into his mouth. You immediately become enraged as you witness this man violating the body that you claim to be yours.
Without a moment's thought, you climb the branches around you. "If I cannot get through them, I'll simply have to go over them," you think to yourself. "I can't believe she would do this to me! Her! Of all people!" your mind cries out in anger. Even now your movements demonstrate an air of ferocity within your task, you are determined to reach her. You manage to make your way into a tree, staring into the clearing from its vantage point, the scene drawn out before you.
It is indeed the woman you thought it to be, she lay naked upon the ground, the man atop her still. He seems almost familiar to you, but it does not matter, it would not matter if it were a God there now, as nothing could stop you at this point. You stare on, the fire blazing in your pupils as his hands creep over her lithe form, stroking and caressing her every curve. She tilts her head backwards as her back arches, her closed eyes do not allow her to see you, though you still duck back slightly behind the nearby foliage.
"Why am I hiding.... I should be.... stopping this... shouldn't I?" you ponder to yourself, yet your eyes never leave the two. As though becoming lost in their passion, your heart begins to slow back down and the bulge in your pants has grown achingly large. As you gaze about her perfect form, your hand cannot help but reach down and run lightly over your crotch, almost shivering at the wild thoughts in your mind now. Despite the immediate enrage, you are even more so excited to be seeing this event taking place.
The two never cease in their actions, not realizing anyone is watching, or simply not caring. A few low growls emit from the male's throat as he hungrily nips and sucks upon her swelling breasts. His hands seem to glide, without a care, over her body, fondling every bared inch of her flawless skin. Her thoughts seem as lost as her expression, lost within a trance of passion.
You have already freed your member from its confines at this point, your hand stroking over it roughly, not quite conscious that you are doing so, yet not being able to stop either. You almost growl out as well when your eyes come across the male's next actions. Driven with passion, his hand slides down her stomach, then lightly touches the outer lips of her folds, though teasing her at best. He loosens his pants, letting them fall down his form as he grasps his prick with his hand, proceeding to rub the head lightly over her wet lips.
She gasps softly, her clouded eyes opening, immediately seeking out the male. She gazes at him with a burning inner fire, her thoughts are written completely upon her face. She is nervous, almost scared, at the furthering of his actions. Though instead of finally realizing that maybe this needs to stop now, you become even more excited, pulling hard at your cock and squeezing it up to the head with a deep growl. Her expressions only continue to become more and more frightened, pleasing you even more, as she tries to squirm away, obvious this is not how far she intended things to go.
The male does not register the panic in her eyes as he grasps her shoulder with one hand, holding her firmly in place, the other hand still wrapped tightly around his full-standing prick. He positions it right outside of her swollen lips, rubbing it from the bottom of her slit to the top one more time, slicking it with her fluids. He grins, almost wickedly at her, then in one quick thrust he plunges his cock into her, spearing her upon its length. She opens her mouth in a scream, eyes shutting tight in pain. His hand releases her shoulder and covers her mouth tightly in one quick reflex, muffling the sounds.
She squirms wildly now, trying to release her body from the torment that he has suddenly caused her, yet every movement only causes her to wriggle upon his cock, teasing him even more. At this point, you are quickly pumping your dick with your hand, violently pulling at it as your eyes remain locked upon this vision of lust and pain. The man moves his hand up, wrapping it around her waist to encircle her back, pulling her form against his own with ease. His other hand still covering her mouth to stop her wailing as he uses her body to effortlessly slide her upon the length of his cock.
He pulls her even more tightly to himself, moving her up and down his noticeably large member as it pulsates within her. Every time she rises, she nearly slips off of his cock, it becoming drenched with her own fluids. Yet he never fails to bring her crashing down upon it again, impaling her over and over with its bulging, thick length. He grunts out in satisfaction as he continues to abuse her nearly limp form, her struggles have ceased, allowing him to fuck her. His hand releases her mouth and all she does is suck in violent gasps of air, as the now free hand snakes around her form for a better hold.
His other hand eagerly descends from her waist, the calloused palm grazing over the satiny surface until it roughly grabs her ass cheek, painfully squeezing and releasing her ass until it almost becomes a bright red. She pants frantically now, the sounds no longer revealing that of pain, yet a pleasure seems to be hidden amongst them. This seems to displease him, her enjoyment in this meeting has become his last concern. The man drops her before him onto the ground and places his hands inside of each thigh.
Her expression twists into a frown and she releases a painful moan as her head thumps against the forest floor. The excitement once again seen within him, the male snatches hold of each leg and spreads them wide, his eyes taking but a moment to hungrily trace over the stretched petals tightly wrapped around the head of his cock. He growls with delight at this display, the sound of his hand cracking against her ass cheek can be heard as it echoes, not for long though as he once again uses it to firmly keep her legs from hiding the red, swollen lips leading to her silken caverns.
He groans in time with his actions, his cock disappearing in and out of her body, each thrust quite visible to you. The sound of his balls slapping against her reddened ass can be heard up into the trees, almost matching the sound of your own as you continue to pull frantically upon your own length. Your head swells and you sense that you are going to cum soon, not wanting to hold back from it any longer. The man's face also reveals this same emotion, his body tightening as he seems to be preparing himself to fill her with his hot seed.
She screams out in passion now, tossing her head as she lay upon the ground, wriggling in her own wild desires that have taken over all else. She reaches up and grabs at his arms, clawing them with her fingernails as she endures each pounding thrust. He bellows out to her, "Are you ready for me? Do you want me to fill you? Tell me you fucking whore, say it!" She whimpers loudly and nods her head, "Please... Give it to me now... Fuck me!" The desperation in her voice floods him with an ultimate satisfaction, the power of control reigning over his mind.
He slams his thick prick into her tight pussy a few more times, each one more violent than the next before he screams out, his cock twitches and begins to spurt long streams of cum into her caverns. She screams as well, her feminine cries mixed within his masculine grunts. That is all it takes for you as well, sticky strands of your cum spurt out from the head and land upon the tree trunk, covering it in a creamy white. You lean forward and place one hand upon the trunk, steadying yourself as your knees begin to weaken with the pleasurable force that is coursing through your veins.
As you try to recover from this long-awaited release, the man merely stands up, leaving her upon the ground in a tousled heap. He closes his pants and grabs his shirt off of the ground, then with one last glance over her form, he murmurs that he will be back soon to have her again. She does not reply, she lay still, her breathing still formed in desperate pants as it is obvious that she was able to reach her peak fully, yet taken so by the pleasure she does not move. He walks away, leaving her there, vulnerable to what may come next.
Victoria had drifted off to sleep and I stared at her beautiful face.
She had a slight smile on her face as though she was satisfied with her life.
I took my time staring at her entire body and loving what I saw.
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le="margin: 0in -0.5in 0pt 0in; tab-stops: 75.0pt">To my surprise, my cock was once more responding to the visual delight spread out before me.
It’d been many a year since I’d managed three erections in so short a time.
Maybe it was the newness of our love that was helping me out, but whatever it was, I wasn’t about to lose this chance of making love to Victoria once more.
I lightly ran my fingertips across Victoria’s flat stomach and as I approached her bald mound, I saw her eyelids start to flutter open.
“Hi honey.†She said with a grin as she felt my fingers start to explore her outer folds.
“Hi darl.†I replied with a grin to match hers.
I leaned forward and kissed the tip of her nose, and then kissed her beautiful lips.
I felt them part to allow my tongue to enter its warmth.
As our tongue entwined inside her mouth, my fingers were busy with her clitoris, causing Victoria to moan passionately against my mouth.
Her clitoris felt swollen beneath my fingertips as I gently tugged at it.
I slipped my index finger in between the folds of her flesh, marveling at her moistness.
I removed my tongue from within her mouth and start to kiss her around the neck.
Victoria placed her arms around my body and hugged me to her tightly.
I looked up at her and smiled.
Then I returned to kissing her neck.
Victoria released her embracing arms from around my body, knowing full well where I was headed, as I started to kiss and suckle at her nipples.
I felt her place her hands on top of my head as I continued to arouse her with my lips.
I removed my finger from within her and said, “Are you ready for a bit of anal?â€Â
“A bit? I want it all honey.†She replied with a big smile.
“Roll over onto your stomach then, Sexy Bum.†I instructed her, giving her a light slap on the side of her backside.
Victoria gladly rolled over onto her stomach.
Once again, I marveled at just how dam perfect her body really was.
“Hop up onto your hands and knee’s please darl.†I said to her while running my hands over both cheeks of her arse.
Victoria did as I asked and I was once again rewarded with the beautiful sight of her vaginal lips hanging just below her tiny anus.
I moved myself in between her legs and leaned forward enough, so that I could lower my mouth down to her twin delights.
I ran the tip of my tongue to her very moist vagina and lapped at her juices happily.
I held her cheeks apart with my hands as I once again darted my tongue as deep inside her as it’d go, exploring her velvet like flesh, wishing my tongue was three times as long.
My nose was pressing against her anus, which I knew I’d be invading very shortly.
I used my fingers on her throbbing clitoris, again bringing groans of pure pleasure from her.
Victoria was trying to push herself back up against my probing tongue.
“Dam my tongue for being so short.†I thought to myself as I tried to plunge it even deeper inside her.
But alas, it’d reached its full length inside her.
I rubbed harder and faster against her clitoris, causing Victoria’s moaning to sharply increase in volume and pace.
Suddenly, I felt her hot juices gushing from within her, to splash all over my tongue and face.
I greedily lapped at her flowing juices like a thirsty man trapped in a desert, finally finding water after three days.
I couldn’t get enough of this woman who’d captured my very soul.
Just before her juices stopped flowing, I removed my mouth from its treasure and moved forward enough to be able to plunge my cock deep within her, bringing forth more groans of pleasure from Victoria.
Satisfied that I’d gotten enough of her juices to coat my entire length, I slowly withdrew my cock from her hot, moist vagina.
Gripping one cheek of her arse in my left hand, I guided the head of my cock to the entrance to her tiny anus.
I then began to slowly ease my way inside her anus.
At first I thought that the head of my cock was far too big for such a tiny hole, but happily it popped inside her anus without too much trouble.
I watched Victoria’s hands on the bed for any indication that I was causing her any pain or discomfort.
There appeared to be none, so I began to slowly ease my way deeper and deeper inside her very tight anus.
It was like the shaft of my cock was gripped by a vice caused by the ring of her anus around my cock.
I’d finally reached bottom inside her anus and soon began to find a rhythm that suited us both.
Victoria had began to rub her fingers along her moist slit as she felt me starting to pick up pace within her arse.
I reached forward and gripped her by the shoulders and each time I pushed deep inside of her, I’d pull her towards me, reaching bottom every time, bringing forth grunts of pleasure from Victoria.
I knew I wouldn’t last long as the pleasure of her tight ring around the shaft of my cock was far too great.
But, I knew that once Victoria and I started living together and grew used to each other’s way sexually, I’d last longer than now.
I felt my cum starting to boil inside my balls and I rammed myself as deep inside her as it’d go, exploding my hot cum inside her arse.
The pleasure I felt from doing so, was one of the most intense I’d ever felt in my life.
As Victoria felt my hot cum flooding into her, that seemed to trigger her own orgasm.
She cried out as wave after wave of pure pleasure flowed through her entire body.
She collapsed onto the bed with me still buried to the hilt inside her anus.
I lay on top of her, too tired to move.
Not that I ever wanted to move from within her.
We were not only joined sexually, we were joined together as soul mates for life.
I gently rolled myself over to the side, pulling Victoria’s body with my own, thereby keeping my cock still buried inside her arse.
Who knew, maybe I’d get lucky and have yet another erection.
I held her in my arms, cock buried within her, never wanting to let this beautiful woman from my sight again.
