It’s too Goddamn hot, I thought.

It was the middle of June, and I was sweating my ass off, trying to look interested as my ex-sister in law oohed and aahed over ridiculously overpriced paintings.

A few years back, when I was still married, Laura and I had made a deal to go to this yearly, weekend long art festival. She and my brother-in-law, Ken, had suddenly turned into semi-rich yuppies and decided to start collecting ‘art’. During a period of strange sexual flirtation between the two of us and, I assumed, that because I’d once aspired to be a painter, Laura had asked me to go along with her to ‘help her pick out a few pieces’ for their new house.

It seemed like an interesting way for the two of us to spend a weekend together, hidden in a hotel, away from the prying eyes of our spouses.

As the years went by, I never really thought it would happen. To be honest, I knew the whole idea of our mutual attraction was probably just my little fantasy. But, after couple kids for her and a divorce for me, here I was, wandering around in a huge tent, baking in ninety degree heat and ogling her ass, while she chatted with pretentious artists and asked me my opinion of crap that she hoped might look good over her fireplace.

"Oh wow, Matt. He’s here!"

Laura grabbed me by the arm and bulled her way through a crowd of hip young women that had gathered around a tall, middle-aged beatnik, wearing - of all things, in this heat - a black turtleneck sweater and a beret cap, with black denim jeans and Birkenstock sandals over dark grey argyle socks. The beatnik was holding court; stroking his salt-and-pepper goatee with a smug look on his chubby face and chatting with a group of rapt young ladies.

I groaned.

The old hepcat was Marvin "Marv" Caruthers.

He’d been a teacher of mine, from back in my college days. Marv became a local legend in the professional art world not long after I graduated from school. He once told me - while he was critiquing a piece of mine during class, a torturous weekly ritual/slash ‘class discussion’ that he fully enjoyed stretching out as long as possible, just to see me squirm - that, in his professional opinion, I should simply give up my aspirations to be a painter and change majors, because I would never amount to anything as an artist.

Not because I wasn’t talented. Oh, Lord knew I had talent to spare. No, not that, he said. I should quit because I didn’t have the drive to succeed.

Way to be supportive, ‘Teach.

Eventually I graduated and had a few, small shows at some local galleries, from which I got some nice reviews but never made any sales of note

After which I slowly drifted out of the art world. Just like old Marv called it.

Marvin, on the other hand, had a sister who lived in Manhattan and owned a gallery. As a favor to her brother, she showed some of his work, and Somebody Famous - I forget who exactly - purchased one of Marv’s paintings for an astronomical six figure price, and he never looked back.

Fucker.

I hated the guy. Not only because he nailed what would eventually become of my career with the assessment of a single college assignment, but also because he finally made it. Big time.

And his work just plain sucked.

Really.

But Laura and Ken loved his stuff. They’d met him a few times over the years and owned a couple of his prints. The rumor was that he was going to be the guest of honor at this year’s festival.

Lucky us. Here he was.

"Mr. Caruthers!"

I let Laura pull me along as she waved a rolled up pamphlet at Marvin, trying to get his attention. He turned as the crowd parted and burped us out.

When he saw Laura his polite smile broke into a wide, lecherous grin.

"Laura! What a surprise to see you!" Marv gave his mustache a dashing twist and held out his arms. My jaw hit the floor when he hugged Laura and kissed her on her cheek.

The women around him glared daggers at us. Laura was oblivious and Marvin ignored them. And as all this was occurring, I was wondering, just how the hell did he remember Laura’s name, much less know her well enough to give her a hug and a kiss?

Then he gave her a little pat on the butt, and Laura giggled.

Okay. So now I was pissed. And I couldn’t quite figure out if I was I concerned for Ken, or ticked off because I thought that sonofabitch might have snuck into Laura’s pants before I did.

Marvin stepped back and held Laura by her shoulders, looking her up and down. His grin turned decidedly…slimier.

"My. Laura. It’s been...quite some time, hasn’t it?"

"About a year, Marv."

"You look lovely, as always."

Laura practically quivered with excitement as Marvin carefully looked around.

"And where’s your husband?"

"Actually, Ken’s not here. He had some business this weekend." Laura turned and waved me closer. "So I came with my brother in law, Ma--"

"Matthew!" Marvin grinned. He snatched my hand and gave it a quick squeeze, clapping me on the shoulder at the same time. His palm was clammy. "Talk about old times! I barely recognized you!" He squinted at me from behind his little, round, wire-framed eyeglasses. "You’ve grown up a bit since college, haven’t you?"

I groaned to myself, but tried to make nice. "It’s good to see you again, professor Caruthers."

He pursed his lips, waved his hand in my face and made a sound like a leaking balloon at me.

"Pssst! Please! No need to be so formal, son! Please, call me Marv!"

I tried a smile that felt more like a grimace, and nodded. "Uh, okay…Marv."

He patted my shoulder again and turned back to Laura.

"I taught this young gentleman. He had unbelievable ability. I went to one of his gallery showings after he graduated. Incredible work. Absolutely incredible."

I rolled my eyes, but Laura looked at me and grinned like Picasso himself had just complimented me.

Marvin finished pumping my hand and looked straight at me.

"I haven’t seen your work lately though, Matthew. Have I?"

I retrieved my hand and wiped it off on my pants. I gritted my teeth and clapped Marv on the shoulder hard enough to make him wince.

"Not lately, no." My turn to grin as he rubbed his shoulder. "But you’ve done well."

"I was hoping to hear you speak this afternoon," Laura piped up. "But we didn’t get here soon enough for tickets."

Marvin suddenly lost all interest in me.

"Well, we can fix that, I think. I’m heading over to the small tent now, if you’d like to join me?" He held his arm out for Laura. She took it and she looked at me, pleading with her eyes.

I decided to try my luck at the beer garden instead, and shook my head.

"You kids go and have fun. I think I’ll pass. A cold pale ale is calling my name."

Marvin looked relieved.

"Wonderful. The session will just take an hour or so. Perhaps we can all meet at the beer garden for a fine meal afterwards?"

"Sure," I muttered. "Sounds great."

As I watched Laura wander off with my old professor, I wondered again if they’d already slept together. Eventually I realized I was standing there alone, still compulsively wiping my hand off on my shorts.

"Rat-bastard motherfucker."

I shoved my hands in my pockets and wandered out of the tent towards the smell of sausage and pretzels, wondering what the hell I was doing here.

Laura had picked me up that morning in her new Saab. Outside, the temperature was already hovering somewhere in the mid-eighties, and she cranked up the climate control and turned the stereo down to a low rumble.

I settled into my seat and got comfy, watching her and listening as she babbled excitedly about the trip.

Laura looked fresh and clean, and the car smelled of her perfume, like the soft scent of flowers in the breeze. She was wearing a white, v-necked t-shirt with a push-up bra that showed off her tits, hip-hugging khaki shorts, and flip-flops. Her pale blonde hair was buzzed short in back, and her bangs hung down around her eyes. They blew around her face in the breeze, and she shook them out of the way as she talked.

I suppose I’ve always had a little crush on Laura. Even back when I was married.

She’s got a pair of incredibly huge, cannonball-size breasts, and a tiny waist that tapers into wide, curvy hips and a big, round ass. She was a bit overweight and geeky when I first met her, but she’s always been pretty, and over the years she’s obsessively worked her way into pretty good shape. After she had her first child - right when Ken started his business and began making some serious money - Laura started hitting the gym hard, going a couple times every day. Now she’s a poster girl for the Gap.

It’s not like she’s beautiful; but to me, she just radiates sex.

About a year ago, I happened to be wandering around alone in her new house when Laura came home unexpectedly. I was in her bathroom taking a piss at the time, and I almost shit my pants when she walked in on me and proceeded to take a bath, completely oblivious to me. It was like I wasn’t even there. As far as I can tell, that was the first time my power manifested itself.

I made her masturbate, and I jacked off into the tub watching her. Later that evening, at her housewarming party, Laura made a drunken pass at me. I didn’t take her up on it. I had other plans by then. Instead, I made Laura fall asleep on a couch, and I spent the evening testing my new-found power by raping a friend of hers - in the very same bathroom where I’d watched Laura play with herself just a few hours earlier.

Then I went through my divorce, and we lost track of each other for a while. A couple of weeks ago, we ran into each other at a trendy new restaurant while I was on a date with a woman named Susan, who I was preparing to turn into a sex slave.

Laura asked me to join her for the weekend, here at the festival, just the two of us.

So here I was.

And there she went.

The crowd followed in their wake and I made my way outside, alone.

The art festival was really part of a bigger summer promotion for one of the small, local college towns - a month-long parade of the arts that drew thousands of tourists to our state like bears to honey.

Right now, the whole town was in the middle of ‘German-Fest’.

Just alongside the art tents was a huge park with a kid-friendly carnival and an open-air beer garden for the adults. You couldn’t walk more than ten feet without running into some sun-burnt fat guy wearing Lederhosen, singing along to polkas and swinging a mug of dark, foamy beer.

The smell of elephant ears, sausage and sauerkraut filled the air, and my mouth watered, even as I mentally grumbled about Laura.

I made my way to the beer garden and stood in line, ignoring everybody around me. I paid my five dollar admission to a perky blonde with braided pig tails. She stamped the back of my hand with a picture of a beer stein and handed me a small roll of ticket stubs in exchange for a twenty dollar bill.

"These are just like cash inside," she grinned.

"Great."

I’m not really a big drinker. In fact I usually hate beer, but it was so fucking hot out I would’ve gladly chugged a glass of cold dog piss. So I took the tickets and then waited in another line, paid another three bucks (well, three ticket stubs, anyway) for a cold bottle of beer, and went to find a seat.

Easier said. The garden was packed with people trying to beat the heat.

I wandered around the picnic tables, sipping my beer and listening in on snatches of conversation. At some point, I realized someone was calling my name.

"Matt? Matt, is that you?"

I turned to find three women sitting at a picnic table at the back of the tent, with a bunch of empty beer bottles scattered around the top of their table. They were all grinning at me, waving.

"Uh, Hi?"

One of them scooted back the wood bench she was sitting on, ripping up carefully tended grass. She stood up and I finally recognized her as she waved me over.

"God, it is you! Matt, it’s Laura. Laura Faasi. I shop at your store, remember?"

"Laura! Hi."

She surprised me by giving me a hug. I could smell the alcohol on her breath, and as I looked over her shoulder, I recognized the other two ladies from my store, too.

Laura broke her clinch and gave me a big smile.

This Laura was tall and attractive, in her early forties, and if I remembered correctly, married with three young kids. She was wearing a see-through white blouse over a white silk camisole that were tucked into a tight pair of faded Levi jeans; cut-off and torn up the sides to show off her long, tan legs.

I smiled back at Laura, and her friends took turns sizing me up as she sat back down.

"How are you ladies?"

"Hot," she said, grabbing my arm. "Here, why don’t you join us?"

She pulled me down next to her, and waved to her friends.

"You know Linda and Jill?"

"Of course." I smiled at them, and they beamed back at me.

They were all about the same age. Jill was petite and pretty, with straight brown hair that fell to her shoulders. She wore black horn-rimmed glasses and had on a tight black shirt that hugged her body, Her faded old Levi’s were still pretending to be pants, but were worn enough to give me a few tantalizing glimpses of her own tan legs through all the holes. Her dorky glasses and Birkenstock sandals fit right in with the neo-hippy theme next door at the art festival. At first glance, Linda appeared to be a little older than her friends. She was prematurely grey, with bits and pieces of black still mixed in here and there in her curly hair. But she was gorgeous, with sky-blue eyes that matched her light summer dress. She smiled at me and played with the label on her bottle of beer. I was sure that Linda and Jill both had teenage kids, but I couldn’t remember if they were married or not. I didn’t see any wedding rings.

Jill finished her appraisal of me first.

"We saw you wandering around next door in the tent, but we didn’t want to interrupt you and your wife."

I raised my eyebrows.

"My wife?"

Then I got it.

"Oh. You mean Laura. No, we’re not married, I mean, she’s married. I mean, she’s my sister-in-law. But I’m not married. So she was my sis...oh shit."

They were all smiling at me with little, encouraging smiles, completely confused. Yet another reason I don’t drink. Two sips of beer, and I can’t think straight. I shook my head and tried again.

"I was married, and Laura - who I was hanging out with today - is married to my ex-wife’s brother. We’ve kept in touch, and..." I shrugged. "Well. Here we are."

Laura looked back over her shoulder.

"Where is she now?"

I tried to hide my grimace by sipping some beer. It didn’t quite work.

"At the tents. I think she’s probably swooning over one of my old teachers from school."

"What?"

I let out a sigh and swished the beer around in the bottle.

"Long story. Right now, she’s over listening to the festivals guest of honor pontificate to his adoring masses."

Jill tossed her hair out of her face, and I admired the gentle slope of her neck.

"You mean Marvin Caruthers?"

I nodded. "Yep."

"He was one of your teachers?" She looked interested.

I shrugged. "If you could call him that, sure. Why? You like his work?"

Jill laughed. "Are you kidding? He’s the biggest pompous assfuck I’ve ever met, and his ‘paintings’ (she made little quotation marks in the air with her fingers as she spoke) are a load of shit."

I must’ve looked a little stunned, because Laura patted my hand.

"Jill owns a gallery in town. She’s an art snob."

I laughed and saluted Jill with my bottle.

"Finally. Someone who agrees with me. Here’s to a lovely lady with taste."

We all drank as Jill blushed. "You don’t like him either, I take it?"

"I think he’s a prick."

She grinned. "He’s definitely milking his success. I bet he’s already tried to sleep with half the women here." She made a face. "Disgusting, creepy man."

Linda leaned over. "So you’re an artist too?"

"I used to paint a little, and I did some commercial art to help pay for college, but I haven’t done anything for…a long time."

Jill smiled. "You should come by my gallery sometime and show me your portfolio."

Laura and Linda laughed hard enough to blow beer over the table. Linda elbowed Jill in the ribs.

"’Show me your portfolio’" she snorted. "Slick, girl."

I looked around at the ladies. The flirting had started, but I seemed to be just catching up to the party. I tried to change the subject.

"So. What are all of you doing here?"

They grinned at each other. Laura flashed me a smile.

"We were roommates here in college. Every year we come back and spend a week together, getting drunk and pretending to be twenty again."

I looked at the bottles strewn around.

"Seems like you’re off to a good start."

"Well, you know. We’re only here for a week. We’ve got a lot of catching up to do."

"Where are you staying?" Jill asked.

I shrugged. "I dunno. Laura booked the hotel. I think it’s across the street from the park. How about you?"

Laura answered.

"At the Riverview bungalows. How long are you going to be here?"

I shrugged again. "Just a couple nights, until Sunday."

Linda elbowed Jill, and they giggled like teenagers.

"What?"

I looked at each of them, and Laura blushed.

"Don’t...!" She groaned.

My turn to be confused. "’Don’t, what?"

Jill was laughing in her cup, and Linda leaned over the table and pretended to whisper, "Laura was, um, concerned, that you might have been, uh, attached."

I wasn’t quite sure what I was hearing. "Attached."

"She thinks you’re cute."

Laura groaned again. I half-turned and grinned at her.

"You think I’m cute?"

She glared at Jill. "You started this. You’re the one who said the thing about his ass."

I turned back to Jill.

"What about my ass?"

She grinned and bit the edge of her cup. Laura egged her on.

"She mentioned something about ‘covering it with whipped cream...?"

Jill stared me down, still playing with her cup. She gave me another dirty little grin, and I felt something warm and smooth and soft touch the inside of my leg. "I said I wanted to cover your ass with whipped cream and lick it clean."

Then she wiggled her eyebrows at me and tossed off her drink.

"Really?"

She nodded, and I looked over at Linda.

"And what did you say to that?"

"Oh, I agreed with her." Linda grinned and batted her eyes. "But I wanted to lick it off something else."

And so it went.

I let the ladies buy the drinks and talk. Jill told me all about her ex-husband and his demands for a good Catholic education for their two girls, who were going to a private school. Linda told us about her boy, Stevie, and his high-school graduation, and Laura showed us pictures of her three kids. By the time Marvin and Laura found us, the three ladies were well beyond happy and the flirting had amped up to a dangerous level. Jill’s foot had long since found its way up to my crotch, and Linda was leaning over the table, giving me nice view down her dress and eating french-fries out of my hand while Laura shared sips of beer with me.

Heaven could only be so nice.

"Looks like you’ve made some friends," said a voice from behind me.

Linda sat back, munching happily, and I turned to find Laura and Marvin, arm-in-arm, walking up to the table.

Jill’s foot disappeared, and I bit my tongue and made introductions.

"Uh, right. Marv, Laura, this is Linda and Jill, and, uh, Laura." The girls made a few grunts of acknowledgement.

"Lovely ladies. I’m very pleased to meet you." Marv took off his beret and bowed.

What a gentleman, that Marv.

The lights from the tent gleamed on his bald spot, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jill and Linda struggling not to laugh.

"I think we’re gonna need another round." Jill grabbed some half-full plastic cups and stood up. "Be back in a ‘sec."

I watched Marv watch her go, rubbing thoughtfully at his beard.

"Matt..." Laura - sister-in-law Laura, not the tipsy Laura next to me rubbing my thigh Laura - touched my shoulder. "Marvin was going to treat us to dinner, if you’d like to come."

Marv plopped his beret back on his head at a jaunty angle and clapped me on the back.

"Come on, my boy! There’s a lovely little Italian bistro just around the corner. We’ll reminisce about old times over pasta and drinks!"

Laura looked at me, mouthing the word ‘please?’, and grabbed my hands.

"Oh. Uh, okay. Sure. Sounds great."

I swiveled off the bench, and Marv turned back on the charm.

"If you ladies will excuse us?"

"Sure, sure. You go have fun." Linda said, and she and Laura waved and giggled as I was led off, good old Marv already talking a mile a minute.

The motor-mouth kept it running right through dinner.

I slurped my spaghetti as Marv regaled us with stories from his most recent trip, motorcycling across Europe.

"...so I spent two months knocking about in Italy, and then I went back to Paris. And I was so inspired (heavy, fork-waving emphasis, there, on inspired) by the utter beauty (more fork waving) of the French countryside that I..."

Laura looked enraptured. For my part, I tried not to slobber marinara sauce on my shirt. While they ate dessert, I drank a couple cups of espresso to try and counter all the beer that was still swilling around in my system.

By the time the espresso took hold, I was hyperactively bouncing my leg up and down and playing a ‘Zepplinish drum solo with my silverware. Finally, Laura took the hint and decided it was time to go. She put her hand on my knee, and her touch was like an electric shock running up my leg.

"It’s getting late," she said. "I think Matt’s getting tired. Maybe we should call it a night."

"All-righty."

Marv wiped his goatee with his napkin and dropped some money on the table, then he walked with us outside and asked where we were staying.

Laura pointed. "Just over at the Embarcadero."

"Splendid!" Marv beamed happily. "I’m there myself! The event staff put me up for the weekend in room eleven. I have a lovely view of the river."

Laura made a happy little sound. "You’re just around the corner from me. I’m in room twenty-four."

"Lovely!"

Oh, yeah. Lovely. ‘Lovely’, my butt. I couldn’t wait to get rid of this asshole.

"I’ll walk with you."

"Great!" Laura took my arm and we were off again, just the three of us.

Lovely.

At the hotel, we managed to say our goodbyes.

For a second I thought Marv was going to invite us to his room, but he yawned instead and shook my hand again.

"Lovely evening kids. Fantastic to see you again Matt. I’m glad to see you’re doing well."

"Uh, you too Marv. Thanks again for dinner."

He let go of my hand and turned and hugged Laura. For a little too long, I thought. Then he kissed her cheek.

"And you, dear Laura, sleep tight."

Ah Jeez.

"Goodnight Marvin."

We waited until he turned the corner, and Laura gushed about her day as I walked her upstairs. Suddenly I was really nervous. I half-listened to her until we found door number twenty-four.

So this is it, I thought. Do or die time.

I was finally going to sleep with the woman I’d been fantasizing about for years. My heart was pounding and Laura turned around and smiled at me. I grinned stupidly back at her and she hugged me. I loved the way she smelled, and the way her body pressed against me. I touched her hair, and she sighed and stepped away.

"Thanks for coming with me Matt. I hope you’re having an okay time."

She looked down and played with my hands.

"I was kind of an ass today, huh?" I asked.

"A little," she agreed. "But I can see why. Marvin’s pretty conceited."

I laughed, and thought, Laura, you don’t even know.

She unlocked her door, opened it part-way, then she turned around and handed me a plastic card.

"Here’s the key to your room. It’s number seventy-three, downstairs and around the corner."

I blinked.

"Sorry I couldn’t get you closer, but I made the reservations so late everything was already pretty filled up."

I blinked again.

Laura kissed me on the cheek and stepped into her room.

"’Night, Matt. I’ll call you in the morning? Maybe around ten?"

Waitaminute. Separate rooms?

"Matt?"

I shook myself out of my daze.

"Uh, yeah. Ten’s fine."

"’Kay. Night."

She smiled and shut her door. I stared at the credit card sized slip of plastic clenched in my hand for a minute, unfocused, and shoved it into my pocket.

"Fuck." I said, to no one in particular. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." I stared at her closed door for a second and almost knocked, but finally turned and headed back to the stairs.

I was feeling about as stupid as I have since I was a teenager and made my first, awkward pass at a girl. I was so distracted that I smacked face first into the poor guy just stepping onto the landing, almost knocking him back down the steps.

"Gad!"

"Oh, shit, sorry, I didn’t..." I grabbed the guy by his sweater and hauled him back up. An alarm bell went off in my head at the sight of the black sweater.

"Matt! My boy! Where are you going in such a hurry?"

What the fuck? "Marvin? What are you doing here?"

Marvin showed me the bundle in his arms. He was carrying a small canvas with an easel under his arm, and a picnic basket in his hand. A bottle of wine poked out of one end of the basket, and a set of paints and brushes poked out of the other.

He winked at me and grinned.

"Ah. Young Laura agreed to model for me this evening. She’s a beautiful girl. Such a lovely face, and a truly classic body shape. Since I returned from Europe, I’ve been itching to paint a series of nudes, and she seemed thrilled when I asked her to pose for me tonight..." He straightened his beret and tucked his canvas back under his arm. "Well. No harm done, my boy. I’ll be off. Sleep well!"

I glared at him in shock as he found Laura’s door. He gave me a little salute, and when he knocked, I beat it the hell out of there.

 

"Pose nude my mother-fucking-ass!"

I found myself storming through the carnival right before closing time, fighting my way through a crowd of families as they flowed out to the streets. After my late-night meeting with Marvin, my first thought had been to go to the beer garden and get rip-roaring drunk, but apparently it was too late for that. Most of the booths had already shut down for the night, and the midway lights were beginning to wink out as well.

"Shit." I muttered.

"Yo’ Matt? That you, ‘bro?"

I turned around to find three short hispanic guys walking my way. I squinted through the dark and recognized two of them.

"Jose?"

Jose and his buddy Freddy grinned at me, and Jose slapped me on the back.

"’Sup, ‘bro! Long time, no see!"

I met Jose and Freddy when they were working as cooks and dishwashers at a redneck bar-slash-restaurant called the Black Bear. I’d taken my first sex-slave, Julie, there for dinner and a little...dessert. After dinner I tied Julie to a table and let all the guys in the restaurant fuck her, while Jose, Freddy and I attacked an old sexpot named Barb who worked there as a waitress.

I grinned at Jose and slapped him on the back.

"What are you two doing here?"

"Workin’ dude! We’re workin’ for the carnival, settin’ stuff up, runnin’ booths, takin’ tickets, y’know, whatever they need us for." He pointed at the guy I didn’t know. "This here’s Roberto. He don’t speak English so good yet."

Roberto grinned when he heard his name.

I smiled at him, and turned back to Jose.

"How long have you been doing this?" I asked. "You still got Barb with you?"

Jose considered. "We been here a while." Then he snorted. "We took off a few weeks after you and your bitch left that night. We, uh, had’ta get rid of Barb. She was gettin’ smelly, y’know?"

I wasn’t quite sure what he meant by that.

"Smelly?"

He looked sheepish.

"We kinda broke her, a little."

Freddy nodded in agreement.

"What do you mean, you ‘broke her’."

Freddy shuffled his feet and looked at the ground.

"Well, see, she didn’t wanna screw one day, so we kinda, y’know, fucked her up." He put his hands up, like he wanted to protect himself. "Don’ worry though, we got rid of her so nobody goin’ find her. Just like I said we would."

Poor Barb.

"So that’s when you guys left?"

"Yeah. This is pretty cool, though. It pays better than doin’ dishes, an’ we get’ta move around a lot." He looked at the kids swarming around us. "Lot’sa new meat everywhere we go. Y’know what I mean?"

I nodded.

"Whazzup wit’ you? Why you down this way?"

So we talked for a while, just three (or maybe four) old rapists playing catch-up, until the lights from the beer garded dimmed, and someone called my name.

"Matt!"

Jill and Laura bounced towards us, dragging Linda along with them, and they surrounded me. They were all pretty bleary-eyed, and I could smell the beer on their breath from ten feet away. The girls didn’t even notice Jose and his buddies checking them out.

Laura played with my hair, twirling it with her fingers. "We thought we lost you for the night." She looked around. "Where are your...friends?"

I smiled as Jill and Linda leaned on each other, trying to keep from tipping over. And in my head I pictured what was going on in Laura’s hotel room.

"They’re both...asleep, I guess."

"Oooh. Poor baby, all alone." Laura nuzzled my neck, and I felt my dick wake up. "Maybe you should come and spend the night with us? We could try that stuff with the whipped cream, if you want." She patted my ass and grinned drunkenly at me.

Who was I to say no?

"Sure. Lead the way."

They grabbed me, all three drunk and horny ladies, and pulled me along for a few feet, almost taking my mind off the thought of Marvin fucking Laura.

Then I had a sick, perverted idea.

"Hold on a ‘sec, girls. I’ll be right back."

I jogged back to Jose and the guys.

"You guys want some action tonight?"

They looked at the girls, swaying in the breeze.

"With them?" Freddy asked.

"Yep."

All three of them grinned. "Shit man. Hell, yeah," said Jose.

"Cool. You got any buddies you want to include? There’s more than enough to go around."

Jose and Freddy both nodded.

"After we close up, there’s prob’ly ‘bout twen’ny dudes that’ll be lookin’ for some beer and pussy. You talkin’ pussy for free, or are we gonna take it, like Barb."

I grinned. "Like Barb, probably."

Jose and Freddy shot some rapid-fire Spanish back and forth with Roberto. The look that passed between them would’ve made the three ladies run for the police if they’d been sober enough to catch it.

The guys all looked back at me and nodded.

"Cool," I said. "I don’t know where they’re staying, exactly. So why don’t you follow a little behind us until we get to their hotel, then come back around..." I checked my watch. It was just after eleven. "Maybe one o’clock with your buddies?"

Laura called out, "Matt...? What’s taking so long?"

"Be right there!" I shouted back.

Jose grinned again. "Freddy should go. ‘Berto and I need ‘ta help close up for the night. We’ll cover ‘till he can get back."

"All right. Freddy, stay close, and be sure to get the right room number." I started walking, then turned around. "One o’clock."

Jose gave me a thumbs up.

When I reached them, Laura and Jill hooked their arms around my waist. "Okay ladies. Let’s go." Laura took Linda by the hand, and off we went.

 

The place they were staying was a couple blocks away from the park. It wasn’t a hotel, but a set of about two dozen bungalows nestled into a less developed, wooded section of town. Each bungalow was set back and hidden from the sidewalk, and each unit had its own driveway leading out to the road. During the day the place was probably nice and peaceful. It certainly was nice and secluded. Judging from the few cars I could see only a few of the bungalows had any tenants. A couple of streetlights and a porchlight on here and there struggled to light the area.

I shot a look over my shoulder while I made impressed sounds, trying to spot Freddy. I couldn’t see anybody following us, but the road was dark, with lots of places for him to hide.

The girls led me to one of two bungalows in a narrow cul-de-sac at the end of the street. One of the buildings looked deserted. The other had a couple of cars parked nearby and the house lights turned on inside.

Perfect.

Jill wobbled up to the door of the bungalow with the lights on and fumbled with a set of keys.

"Shit," she swore and pushed her glasses back on her nose. "I can’t see - Matt, help?"

She handed me a set of three identical keys on a simple silver ring. I stuck one in the keyhole, turned, and the door clicked open.

"Voila." I said, and the ladies pushed me inside, giggling.

The bungalow was basically one big room. A counter divided the living area from a small kitchen and a dining nook, and an open door at the back of the bungalow led to a bathroom and a shower. Two futon couches with heavy, natural wood frames surrounded a large oak entertainment center. Both couches were currently pulled out, and the bedding sported the ‘slept in’ look.

Jill shut the door as Linda collapsed onto one of the futons. I found myself face to face with Laura, who was breathing heavily and staring at me intently.

"Well." I smiled at her. "What now?"

"I can’t believe I’m going to do this," she whispered.

"What’s that?" I asked.

Laura was a tall woman, easily at eye level with me. She touched my face gently, her eyes fluttered closed, and she kissed me.

She was tentative at first, just a soft press of her lips on mine. I heard the sharp hiss of her breath as she pulled away from me, her eyes still closed, her face and neck flushed pink.

The other women waited quietly as Laura paused, her forehead pillowed against mine.

"Well?" Jill asked.

Laura shook her head slightly, and a small smile played along the corners of her mouth.

Linda sat up and leaned on the edge of the futon.

"Well?"

In answer, Laura gave me a big smile, wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, and pulled me close.

There was little that was soft or tender about her next kiss. I curled my arms around her waist and tasted her, felt the heat radiate from her body. My dick felt it too. A low purring sound came from deep in Laura’s throat as she wriggled against me.

Something soft and wet touched my neck, and Linda smiled up at me before she nibbled at my earlobe. Laura cupped my face in her hands and pulled me back to her, and I shivered as Linda tangled a hand in my hair. She snuck her hand up my t-shirt and tweaked my nipple, playing with it as she softly kissed my neck.

Then someone unbuckled my belt and pulled down my shorts.

"Oh-my-God."

Everybody looked down at Jill, who was on her knees in front of my crotch.

She was busy staring at my dick. Jill had my shorts pulled halfway down over my hips, and my dick was raging hard and hovering right around her open mouth, about a foot away.

It took a Herculean effort of will not to wrap my hand in her hair and shove my cock down her throat.

Turns out, I didn’t have to.

Instead, Laura and Linda shared a quick look. Then they dropped to their knees next to Jill and forgot about kissing me as they took turns fondling my penis.

As horny as I was getting, something in me - some long lost shred of decency - bubbled to the surface. I cleared my throat and stroked Jill’s hair, trying to pry their attention away from their new toy.

They all looked up, expectantly. Visions of Jose and Freddy fucking Barb to death ran through my head.

"Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, what about your families?"

They looked at each other for a second. Then Jill wrapped her hands around my dick and gave me a squeeze.

"Fuck ‘em."

Jill elbowed herself some room, then grabbed my ass and took a deep breath.

"Sorry girls, I was here first. You’ll have to wait your turn."

She closed her eyes, opened her mouth as wide as she could and swallowed four or five inches of my cock with a gurgle. I closed my eyes and let her do what she wanted, felt her head slowly bob back and forth, swallowing more and more of my dick as she worked me.

I reached for Linda and Laura and played with their hair while Jill went down on me. As jaded as I’ve become sexually, something about the three women kneeling before me, anxiously waiting to suck my dick was the biggest turn-on I’ve experienced in a long time.

‘Fuck ‘em’, Jill had said.

I agreed with her.

Wherever that last bit of pity came from, it was gone now. All I wanted to do was fuck these bitches until they bled.

So as Jill struggled to fit more of my cock down her throat, I relaxed and gave the three of them a full shot of my power.

The air around us crackled with static electricity and I felt the familiar tingling sensation - almost like pins and needles - shoot through my body. The room spun around me for a second, then snapped back into place. All of the hair on my arms stood on end and the ladies sat back on their haunches, stunned.

The three of them were still so drunk they would’ve probably done pretty much anything I wanted, but I wasn’t going to take any chances. I wanted them nice and submissive for Jose and his crew.

For a little while, anyway.

I pulled myself out of Jill’s mouth with a wet pop and made Jill and Linda stand by yanking their hair. Laura knelt in the same spot on the floor, swaying back and forth with her mouth slack and her eyelids half-shut, and the other ladies clung to each other for support as their heads cleared.

I sat down on the bed, my dick poking straight up.

"Okay, girls. Jill, I want you to strip Linda down to her underwear, and Linda, after she’s finished, I want you to do the same to her. Then I want you both to lie down on that futon - Jill, you on the bottom, with your head facing this edge of the bed. Linda, I want you to crawl on top of Jill and shove your pussy in her face. I want to watch you eat her out while I fuck old Laura here. Okay?"

Linda was flushed and struggling to breathe. Jill was doing a little dance, moving from foot to foot like a small child that needed to pee. When I finished telling them what I wanted, they didn’t waste time answering me; they just fell on each other, ripping off their clothes. Linda shoved Jill down on the futon and straddled her body, pinning her to the bed. She frantically rubbed her crotch on Jill’s face. Jill moaned, grabbing Linda’s ass, pulling her closer. She nuzzled Linda’s pussy through her panties and bit at the inside of her legs. Linda wrapped her legs tightly around Jill’s head, then yanked her white cotton panties away from her crotch. Jill moaned as Linda jabbed her pink little tongue deep into her pussy.

I watched the two women go at it for a minute, listening to the wet slurping sounds and the happy moans and groans as they lapped at each other.

Linda was a little reluctant at first, but Jill seemed to really be enjoying herself.

She was so enthusiastic about her pussy eating that I wondered if she’d spent time lapping clam before this. She was just kooky-hip enough that the thought of her having an affair with another woman didn’t surprise me much. Linda, however, was the most whole-heartedly feminine of the three, and the last one I’d imagine to have any type of affair at all. But she seemed to be warming up to the task.

Both of them had nice, tan bodies. Jill was a little curvier, a little saucier around the edges, a bit rounder in all the right places. Especially when she moved. When she moved, her whole body moved.

If you know what I mean.

But Linda - Linda was in better shape. Her body was firm and toned, with the long, muscular legs of a runner, a tight, round ass and perky, up-turned breasts that were just partially hidden by her lacy blue bra.

They’d be busy for a while. My dick throbbed, wanting some attention, so I pried my eyes away from the girls and focused on Laura, still swooning on the floor.

Time for business.

I stood and walked over to the kitchenette and rooted around a little. I found a sharp butchers knife, and after digging through a junk drawer I was rewarded with a fresh roll of duct tape.

"Laura, Laura, Laura." I chanted happily. "Look what I found."

She shook her head, trying to clear out the cobwebs. I walked around the house using the butcher knife to cut the pull cords from the window blinds. When I finished, I had about thirty or forty feet of the strong nylon cord, cut into strips.

With the knife, tape and the cord in one hand, I grabbed Laura’s hair and dragged her over to the empty futon. She cried out and grabbed at my arm, the pain finally cutting through the haze in her head, and I threw her face first down on the bed. She tried to roll over, but I sat on her legs.

She grunted when I pinned her arms behind her back.

Laura was probably strong enough that she could’ve given me some trouble if she tried to fight; but she was still groggy and I had enough leverage to keep her still enough that I could bind her wrists together with a strip of cord.

Her face was buried in the pillows, so her cry of pain was muffled when I pulled the cord as tight as I could, cutting off the circulation in her hands.

She screamed and thrashed underneath me, sending my dick into spasms, and all my frustration about Marvin came boiling up. I grabbed Laura tightly around the neck and shoved her face harder into the pillows, until the thrashing turned into ineffective twitches as she fought for breath. Keeping her pinned, I used the knife to cut her blouse up the back, laying it open but leaving the thin silk camisole intact. And then I hacked off her shorts.

I leaned back for a second and enjoyed the view, marveling at how these three women, all approaching middle age, were still so attractive and in such great shape.

Laura’s shoulders and arms, back and legs were tan and freckled. Her waist was slender and tapered into a nice pair of hips and a round, juicy ass. Along with the camisole, she was wearing a pair of pink panties that were stained wet in the crotch.

I let my control flow away from Laura, leaving her completely aware of what was going on. I let her hear her friends fucking - only feet away from us, but completely oblivious to what was happening to her. I leaned over and rubbed her pussy through the wet spot on her panties, sending Laura into another set of twitches and moans, and whispered in her ear:

"I’m sorry Laura. You just happened to run into me when I was having a really shitty day. And unfortunately, you just happen to have the same name as someone I’m really pissed off at right now. So you get to go first."

She squirmed until I hit her head with the butt of the knife. I paused for a second, feeling her body trembling underneath me, and gently kissed her neck.

"Just remember, if you somehow make it through tonight, that I gave you all a chance not to go through with this."

Then I ripped off her panties and jerked her head back, out of the pillows.

I could see her red, tear-streaked face in the mirror on the wall, and when she gasped for breath, I shoved her panties into her mouth. She choked and kicked as I tore off a strip of the thick silver tape and finished off the make-shift gag.

Then I started to slap her ass with the flat of the blade as hard as I could. She screamed into the gag and her butt rippled with each smack.

"Let’s see if you’re still as ready as you were when we started, hey?"

I jabbed the knife into the futon within easy reach, and used my knees to pry her legs open, wedging my hips between them. Then I pulled her hips up so her ass was level with my crotch and played with her pussy with my fingers, spreading the soft, moist outer lips open and rubbing her little clit. I used my free hand to guide the tip of my dick into her pussy.

She’d been soaking wet before, but she was dry as a bone now; so I rubbed some spit on my dick and tried again.

With her hands tied around her back, Laura’s head and neck were pushed into the pillows again, absorbing the weight of her body, and now mine too. Her face was turned to the side on the pillow with her eyes squeezed tightly shut. She kicked her feet and a low keening moan came from her throat when she felt the tip of my dick enter her.

Her eyes popped open and she panted softly as I eased my way into her cunt.

I went slowly - for my sake, not hers.

She was nice and tight, and without much natural lubrication I didn’t want to scrape my dick raw this early in the game - especially since I still had two other lovely ladies to fuck around with. So I wrapped my arms around her waist, closed my eyes and took my time.

Fresh tears ran down her cheeks when my balls finally smacked up against her mound. She wasn’t having fun anymore. And it was about to get worse.

Laura was still dry, but her cunt was warm and fit me like glove. I didn’t want to pull out and lube up, so I let go of her waist and found another strip of the nylon cord.

I slipped the line under her neck and tied it off with a slipknot, making a thin, strong noose. And then I wrapped the free end of the cord around my hand and pulled, until Laura’s upper body was parallel with the bed and I could see her tits jiggling in the mirror.

Her eyes went wide. She thrashed around and kicked her legs wildly, and her ass bucked against me as her air was cut off. There wasn’t much she could do with her hands tied; I had all the control. Her pussy muscles contracted around me in violent spasms, and I enjoyed the ride, watching her terrified face as she struggled for the breath that I wasn’t going to let her get.

She locked eyes with me, scared and pleading, tears running in torrents down her face, dripping from her chin. I smiled back at her and jerked her leash, making her body spasm even harder.

Laura slowly stopped kicking, and her body relaxed against me, held up by the rope strangling her.

I came just as she passed out. I let her body fall to the bed as my orgasm ebbed, felt myself slip out of her pussy. My dick glistened with my cum as I leaned over her and loosened the knot around her neck.

I didn’t want her dead, even though I knew that none of the girls might live out the night, once Jose and his boys got here.

Instead, I shook one of the pillows out of the pillowcase, then pulled the empty case over Laura’s head and tied it off by wrapping tape around it. Then I rolled off the bed and tied cords around both of her ankles and secured them to the thick wooden bed-legs.

Now it was Linda’s turn.

She was grinding her hips into Jill’s face, with her back arched and her head thrown back. Her mouth was open and her eyes were squeezed shut. I spread her legs open a little wider and Jill grinned up at me, her face smeared with spunk, sucking away at Linda’s clit. I patted Jill’s forehead with my dick, then bent over Linda’s back. Jill helped guide my dick and held Linda’s panties out of the way for me as I shoved my way into Linda’s pussy.

Linda let out a little yelp and her body jerked, but she was wet and relaxed enough that I slid in easily. She plopped back onto Jill as I crawled on top of her. I pulled her bra down under her breasts and squeezed her tits, and she reached back for me, turning her head, and pulled me closer. I kissed her, and felt the edge of her panties rub against my dick as I slowly pumped her pussy. Linda gasped at each thrust. Underneath us, Jill flicked her wet little tongue at my balls, licking and sucking while I fucked Linda. I bit Linda’s neck, and she reached back and tangled one of her hands in my hair, and squeezed my hand harder onto her tit with the other.

"Oh God, Stevie. Yesss..." she moaned.

Stevie?

Who the fuck was Stevie?

I don’t know much about my power. I’ve spent some time trying to understand the extent of it and to figure out what I can actually do. But for the most part, ever since that day in Laura’s bathroom, the discoveries that I’ve made about my power have all come spontaneously.

And each experience happened because of some intense, sex-related incident.

When Linda moaned ‘Stevie’, a memory registered, just for a second, of Linda and her son at my store. She was asking him what he wanted for his birthday party after his football game.

That’s when a lightbulb blew up in my mind.

Usually when my power manifests itself, it’s preceded by a moment of disorientation and the odd tingling, pins-and-needles feeling that I spoke of before. When the power affects other people, they usually experience the same sensation, plus a physical manifestation, sometimes mild, like static electricity, or worse, like a powerful shock, depending on the intensity of the situation.

This was different.

I felt something pop in the back of my head, in the same place the tingling sensation usually starts when I use my power. Then there was a sudden, bright flash of light.

And then I went blind.

My vision cleared as quickly as it left, but I wasn’t where I was a second before.

I was driving a minivan, and the eyes looking back at me in the rearview mirror were Linda’s baby blue’s. The van was packed to the gills with shouting, sweaty, teenage boys, all wearing muddy football uniforms. Stevie was sitting next to me, grinning happily. The kids behind him cheerfully clapped him on the shoulders and flicked his head.

When we got home, Stevie and his friends grabbed a bunch of pizza boxes and soda pop out of the back of the van, and they piled into the kitchen behind me. We dished up pizza, and I laughed and ate with them as they celebrated Stevie’s big day and their win on the football field. I decided to leave them alone and excused myself to go watch a movie.

I just got settled when Stevie popped his head into the family room and asked to borrow the keys to the van. I laughed when he said they needed ice cream and told him to hurry back.

They were only gone a few minutes. The headlights shone through the windows as Stevie pulled back into the driveway and parked. I could hear them walk in through the back door, and then they were messing around in the kitchen.

They seemed a little rowdier than before.

I sighed. Boys.

Halfway through my movie, I decided they needed to share some of the ice cream. I paused the tape and walked down the hall to the kitchen.

There were a lot more boys packed into the little room. More of Stevie’s teammates. At first, I figured that was why the noise level had gone up. And that was okay - I’d told Stevie he could have as many friends over for pizza as he wanted.

But then I saw the beer. Cases of it. And one look around the room told me most of the boys were already drunk.

"Stevie!"

He knew I was upset. He was sitting at the little round table in our window nook, playing drinking games with his friend Jay and a few other boys. He looked up at me as I stomped into the kitchen, and Jay grinned at me and lit a cigarette.

"What’s up, Mom?"

I stood there with my mouth open. I didn’t even notice the other boys gathering behind me.

"How the fu..." I waved my hands at all the beer. "How did you get this?"

Jay stood up and blew a puff of smoke into my face.

"I bought it."

I stared at him.

"How?"

He smiled at me. I was too worked up to notice how he was looking at me. Not that it mattered by that point anyway. I was already surrounded by drunk, horny boys.

"Stevie took some money from your purse, and we went to a store and I bought it."

He puffed on his cigarette and stared at my tits. I was mad enough to spit, but he just grinned at me.

"Shit, Mrs. T. Chill out."

"Yeah Mom, chill."

"What did you say to me?" I rounded on Stevie, furious now. "You...you stole money from me and used it to buy beer? You..."

Stevie stood up and poked me hard in the chest with his can of beer. Until then, Stevie had always been my little boy. Now I realized he wasn’t so little any more. He was just turning seventeen but was already taller than his father, who was a good six feet, and had his dad’s thick, muscular shoulders and arms.

He had his dad’s temper, too.

"It’s not a big deal mom." He poked me with the beer again. "Here, have some. Play some quarters with us."

The boys standing around me cheered and Jay pushed me down into a chair and stood guard behind me. A couple other boys plopped into the other chairs around the table. I was surrounded.

I stared at my son. He popped open a beer and shoved it across the table. I could feel Jay’s hands rubbing my shoulders.

"You go first Stevie," said Jay.

Stevie plinked a quarter off the table into a shot glass and everybody cheered.

"You next Dave."

None of the boys argued with Jay. No one ever did. He’d been a bully since he was little, but had the charisma of a natural leader. The two of them had been friends since kindergarten, and Stevie worshipped Jay like an older brother. Over the years, Jay had dragged Stevie with him through some bad experiences. A couple minor brushes with the police because of some vandalism and grafitti painting, a few fights at school, some pot smoking.

Not major, but bad enough.

Before we split up, Stevie’s dad and I got him into football and wrestling, hoping that sports would help discipline him. Show him a better road than the one he was heading down. Then my marriage went to shit, and I went through an awful divorce. Stevie seemed to blame me for his dad leaving, and our relationship slowly went from bad to worse.

And now this. I didn’t know how to handle this, and I was getting worried.

Dave had missed his shot and the other kids chanted "chug it, chug it" as he drank. Then the boy sitting next to me, Marcus, took his turn, and guzzled his beer when he missed.

My turn.

I tried to stand up, but Jay pushed me back down into the chair.

"Sorry, Mrs. T," he patted my shoulder. "Your shot."

I shook my head. "Jay. This isn’t funny, and I’m not going to play. Let me go."

He laughed.

"You don’t have a fucking choice, bitch."

I stared up at him. "What did you say to me?"

He ignored me.

"You’re playing whether you like it or not. So take your fucking turn, or someone else’ll shoot for you."

The boys around us laughed at me. I looked back at my son.

"Stevie...?"

He snatched the quarter off the table.

"Had your chance Ma. Looks like I get to take the turn for you."

He flipped the coin with his thumb. It hit the side of the glass and spun on the table. He gave me a little grin and shrugged.

"Sorry, Ma. Hold her guys."

The boys around me grabbed me by the wrists and pinned my hands to the tabletop. Jay grabbed me by the hair, yanked my head back and then pinched my nose shut. Another boy used both hands to hold my mouth open, laughing while Stevie stood up and walked around the table. Stevie picked up an open beer and patted my cheek, then poured it down my throat until I was choking and the beer was running down my face, soaking the front of my blouse.

He stopped when the can was empty and sat back down, grinning. The boys held me still as I coughed beer out of my lungs.

"My turn."

Stevie plinked another quarter off the table, right into the glass. And around they went, until it was my turn again. The boy, Dave, took my turn for me this time.

"Here goes," he said.

The quarter bounced off the lip of the glass.

Everybody laughed. This time Jay patted my cheek and then they held me down again while Dave took his turn pouring beer into my mouth.

As the last drops trickled out of the can, Stevie suddenly stood up.

"This is boring. I’m gonna find something else to drink."

Another boy sat in for the next round. By the time Stevie came back, Marcus was taking his turn taking my turn, and they were shaking another empty beer can over my face. Stevie slid into the booth and smacked a bottle of whiskey down on the end of the table.

I knew he’d taken it from his dad’s old stash, from our basement, hidden away before we split up. I heard a low whistle come from Jay at the sight of the bottle.

"All-Riiight!" Jay let go of my hair and he and Stevie started pouring shots. They passed the glasses around and Jay grinned at me.

"You know Mrs. T, when we were freshmen, I bet Stevie that I’d fuck you one day."

He knocked back his shot, and the rest of the kids drank theirs. Then he sat down on the table right next to me. He set his glass down and poured it full.

"The other guys think you’re hot, too." He looked around. "Huh, guys?"

There was a chorus of approval. I watched my son stand up and walk around next to me.

"You look like you need another drink Ma."

He left the shot on the table and grabbed the bottle. Jay pulled my hair, forcing my head back again, and Stevie shoved the bottle into my mouth. He stopped only when the bottle was barely half-empty.

I could feel the room beginning to spin. The boys holding my wrists let go of me, and I stood up. I had to lean against the table for support, and I felt a body press against me from behind.

"Hey man. Her shirt’s all wet."

Stevie picked up the last shot and stepped back around the table. I could see him standing in front of me, but he was getting hazy.

"Maybe we should take it off. Wouldn’t want her catching cold."

Fingers fumbled with the buttons, and I swayed drunkenly as the damp cloth was suddenly pulled off, down over my arms.

I lost it as hands started touching me. Tears rolled down my face and I whimpered as I heard Stevie talking to Jay.

"Still think she’s hot, dude? You guys all still wanna fuck her?"

"Fuck yeah, Stevie!"

Stevie took a sip of his drink.

"Well, let’s fuckin’ do it then."

Somebody unhooked my bra. I tried to cover my breasts with my hands, but somebody grabbed my arms and bent me over the little table. I heard a ripping sound and then I felt my skirt being yanked down over my hips, and then cold air on my ass as whoever was behind me pulled my panties and nylons down around my knees. Somebody wedged themself between my legs and something warm and hard shoved against my pussy. I let out a gurgling scream as Jay shoved his cock into me, and my head jerked backwards.

I could see my son standing over me. He had a smile on his face, and he threw back the rest of his drink. My face was level with his crotch, and after he finished his shot he tossed the glass onto the floor and unzipped his pants.

I could hear Jay panting behind me, and he reached underneath me and grabbed at my tits.

"Well, dude?" Stevie asked him. "How is she?"

Jay moaned in my ear.

"Fuckin’ hot," he panted.

"Cool."

Stevie pulled down his pants and patted my face. His cock popped out in front of me, big and purple, and he smacked my face with it.

"Fuck her good, JayJay!" Somebody shouted, and Jay started kissing my neck as he humped me. He was pounding into me hard enough to drive the tops of my thighs into the edge of the table.

It hurt.

Then Stevie grabbed my hair, and Jay slowed down enough to pry open my mouth.

"Time to gimme my birthday present, Ma."

And my son shoved his dick down my throat.

Then images started coming faster and faster, until it was hard to keep track of them all. Images of Linda, sound asleep, and Stevie sneaking into her bed and licking and sucking her pussy, making her cum while she was still asleep, then rolling on top of her and fucking her. Then Stevie and Jay stopping at the hospital where Linda worked as a nurse and fucking her in a supply closet. Of Stevie watching a porno and making his mom act it out with him as the movie played. And at their high school graduation, where they made her blow each guy on the football team after they got their diplomas.

Finally, the lightbulp flashed and reality snapped back into place, and I was me again.

I grinned.

As with Laura, I let my power trickle out of Linda. I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back, hard. I heard the breath whoosh out of her, and I grunted into her ear.

"So you like it when your son fucks you?"

She looked around, bewildered, like she was waking up out of a sound sleep, not quite knowing where she was.

"M-Matt...?"

"That’s right, you fucking bitch," I growled and pulled out of her pussy. I used my hips to guide my dick, sliding it up until I felt the tip touch her asshole. "Matt. And I’ll ask again: do you like it when your son fucks you?"

"Matt, please, you’re hurting me..."

She tried to turn her head and look at me, but I hooked my arms under hers and clamped my hands around the back of her head, forcing her back to curve against my chest and giving me better access to her ass.

Unlike Laura, she didn’t fight me. Right away, that is.

I pulled her body into me and thrust hard with my hips, and Linda let out a shriek of pain as my dick punched into her rectum. I lodged about two inches in, then pulled back and shoved into her again. She clawed at my hands, but I pushed her face into the bed and started fucking her ass with hard, quick thrusts, making her scream with pain. She tried to push away from the bed, but her arms couldn’t support both our weight and she collapsed, her face mashed into the pillows and her neck bent at an awful angle. She stopped fighting, giving me full access to her pretty little butt.

I fucked her as hard as I could. When I finally blew my wad, I shoved her away from me and sat back on my haunches. My ass landed right on Jill’s face, and she started licking my asshole. I let Linda fall away from me and she curled into a little ball, crying softly.

My dick softened a little, flopping down in-between Jill’s tits.

I’d never had a rim-job before.

No way. Fuck this shit, I thought, and tried to sit up, but Jill wrapped her hands around my thighs, made some yummy noises and pulled my butt down onto her face. She got busy tongueing my ass with all the gusto that she’d used to eat Linda out. And surprise! Just a couple minutes later, my dick was hard as a rock and I was ready to go again.

I started squeezing her tits while her tongue flicked in and out of my asshole. Jill had a nice, big handfull, and I could feel her nipples poking into my palms through her bra. She moaned underneath me, and I reached down to her pussy, wrapped my hand in her panties and yanked. The panties stretched out, then ripped away at the crotch. Jill’s pussy was shaved clean, with only a little stubble that had grown in over the last few days. She had a little red heart tattooed on her belly, just under her panty line.

Cute. I had to smile.

She groaned again and spread her legs for me. I lay on top of her and lifted my hips up, and I felt her hands stroking my cock. She kissed it, playing with it, and when she opened her mouth for me, I wrapped my arms around her and slammed my hips down hard. She grunted and twitched, but she didn’t bite. I started to eat her out. Her pussy was soft and pink and the bedding underneath her butt was already soaked with her pussy juice. She grabbed my ass with both of her hands and tried to keep me from moving, but I had her head pinned in place with my dick, so I arched my back again and shoved myself in.

I fucked her face until I was just ready to cum, then I stopped and pulled out. I stood up, grabbed Jill’s wrists and pulled her off the bed, then I rolled Linda onto her back. She kicked at me until I slapped her, and then I had to sit on her stomach and pin her arms down.

I looked at Jill. She swayed slightly on her feet and her eyes were glassy. I had to snap my fingers to get her attention.

"Jill, get some of that cord and the knife. I want you to tie Linda up for me."

Jill giggled. "Okay."

She grabbed the stuff and stood over the bed, half naked and giggling, like a serial killer in a bad slasher movie.

"Now what?" she asked.

"Cut off her panties and shove ‘em in her mouth." I jerked my head back at the other futon. "Then cut some of that tape and stick it over her mouth."

"Jill, please, don’t..." Linda squirmed under me, begging.

Jill bent over behind us and I heard the knife sawing against material, and Jill stood back up with a torn blue rag bundled up into a ball. Jill laughed at Linda’s gurgling sounds as she stuffed the panties in her mouth. Then she went to work with the rope. I pried Linda’s legs open and started fucking her while Jill tied her, spread-eagled, down to the bed.

When she finished, I pulled out and checked the ropes. Jill had tied them so tight, Linda’s hands were already turning purple, and her eyes were wide with panic. She was screaming into her gag and jerking around on bed, and suddenly Laura started thrashing around on the other futon.

Then Jill grabbed my dick and tried to kiss me. Her breath, not surprisingly, from all the ass-sucking and what-not, smelled rancid, so I shoved her away. She tripped and fell on top of Laura, and I flipped her over and used one of the last bits of cord to tie her hands behind her back. Jill’s ass was jutting up into my crotch while I tied her up. When I finished I just spread her butt cheeks open and pushed inside.

I let go of her mind right as I shoved my cock into her, and as soon as she realized what was happening to her, she started to kick and scream. So I used the last of the cord to make another leash and slipped it over her head, tightening the knot when it was around her mouth.

She screeched when the rope bit deep into her face. I held Jill like that, bent over Laura, screaming and gurgling while I fucked her asshole.

Lucky for Jill, my orgasm came quickly, and I collapsed on top of her. She lay still under me, panting, and she cried a little as I jerked against her a few times, letting my warm spunk flood her ass.

And then somebody knocked on the door.

I spanked Jill’s butt and padded to the door. Through the window I could see a crowd of guys dressed in grubby t-shirts, jeans and overalls. I opened the door and Jose grinned at me sheepishly.

"Hey dad. They followed me home. Can I keep ‘em?"

"Holy shit." I tried to count, but the line led out into the driveway. I got to about twenty-five mean, greasy-looking Mexicans before I gave up.

"Yeah," he chuckled. "A bunch of the guys were fuckin’ horny, so I thought, the more the merrier, y’know?"

I nodded. "How many?"

Jose shrugged. "’Bout thirty, forty. Somethin’ like that. Most of ‘em are like Roberto - they don’t speak no English. But they all wanna fuck an’ blow off some steam." He tried to look past me, around the door. "You got the bitches in there?"

"Yep. Ready and waiting." I opened the door all the way and held it as the crowd surged inside, led by a wild, stoned looking Roberto and Freddy.

"All wrapped up like goddamn christmas presents!" Jose was grinning at me wide enough that I could see all of his missing teeth. He gave me a friendly pop on the shoulder.

Freddy hit the beds first and pulled Jill off and onto the floor. He settled in behind her and pulled her butt up in the air. She wiggled and cried around the cord cutting into her mouth as he pulled down his shorts, and the rest of the guys didn’t waste any more time. A guy with a huge dick bent like an ‘L’ jumped on top of Linda, whose frightened screams doubled when he penentrated her. Another guy ripped her bra in half and started sucking her tits, and then she was surrounded by guys pulling out their dicks.

By that time I couldn’t see Jill or Freddy at all, and a big, sweaty mexican was busy fucking Laura in the ass. He had one of his heavily muscled arms locked around her neck and he was yelling something incoherently into her ear as he reamed her butt.

Laura’s neck and back were bent at unnaturally sharp angles, and I could hear her muffled screams through the pillowcase over her face.

Jose noticed too. "Hope you didn’t want to keep ‘em after this. They gonna be seriously fucked up."

And then something popped, loudly. It sounded like a rifle shot went off. Laura’s screams stopped cold, and the big mexican closed his eyes and smiled as her body twitched underneath him. When she stopped jerking, he pumped her ass with a few more strokes, then pulled out and shot his load on her butt cheeks. And almost immediately, another guy took his place fucking her limp body.

Laura didn’t scream this time.

Then Freddy popped up from between the futons. He was pulling Jill up by the noose that was now tied around her neck, the muscles in his arms taut. Jill’s head rolled on her neck and her tongue hung loose out of her mouth. Her eyes had rolled back into her skull, and her face was turning an awful shade of blue. Freddy was busy fucking her from behind; he groped her tits while he screwed her, and her nipples poked out from in-between his fingers.

"Yo, Jose! Come and get it while it’s still hot, man!"

Jose gave Freddy a thumbs-up, then turned back to me.

"Thanks, man."

I blinked and shrugged. It didn’t look like Jill was going to last much longer. I had a pretty good feeling Laura was already dead, and these guys had only been in the bungalow less than five minutes. I couldn’t see Linda through the wall of naked asses, but I had the distinct feeling she wasn’t going to see the sun come up either. I didn’t quite know what Jose was thanking me for, but I nodded back to him anyway and started getting dressed.

"Sure."

"Don’ worry. Like I said before, you treated us good, so we’ll take care of everything. Nobody’ll know what the fuck happened here."

I nodded again. "Okay. Have fun."

Jose smacked my shoulder again and jumped over the guy fucking Laura’s motionless body. I put on my shoes as Jose unbuckled his overalls and shoved his dick into Jill’s open mouth, then I closed the door and started the walk back to my hotel.

 

The walk back was nice and cool. My head cleared as I walked, and I’d managed to vent most of my frustrations about the day, so by the time I reached the hotel I was actually whistling. I looked up at Laura’s room when I stepped into the parking lot, and I pictured her asleep, curled up against Marv The Asshole.

A little flash of anger made me grimace, but I let it go and tried to find my room.

"Seventy, seventy-one..." I ticked off the numbers on the white doors as I walked by. I couldn’t remember if Laura had said I was in seventy-two or seventy-three, so I pulled the card key out of my pocket.

"Let’s see what’s behind door number...seventy-three!" I said to nobody in particular. The card caught on my pocket, slipped out of my hand and fell on the sidewalk.

"Fuck," I muttered, and bent over to pick it up. I stuck it in the slot above the doorknob on door seventy-three and waited for a click.

Nothing.

I pulled it out and tried again.

Nada.

I stuffed it in again and pushed. No luck. So I stepped back and scratched my head. I checked the card, just to make sure I wasn’t a complete idiot and wasn’t using the right end.

The number on the top of the card wasn’t seventy-two or seventy-three. It was twenty-four.

Laura’s room.

"What the fuck?"

I could’ve sworn she gave me a keycard with my room number on it. I shoved my hand into my pocket and, sure enough, pulled out an identical plastic card with ‘seventy-three’ labeled along the top edge in nice, big numbers.

"She gave me the key to her room." I stared at my hotel door, completely lost. She gave me two keys. But why? Did she do it on purpose? Or did she just fuck up and give me her key along with mine by accident? I didn’t know, and I was too tired to try to figure it out.

So I shook my head and stuck the right key in the door. The lock clicked and the door swung open, and I stepped inside with visions of a big, soft bed with nice, cool sheets and ice-cold air-conditioning bouncing around in my head.

"Matt!"

Sitting in my room, on the edge of my nice, cool bed, I found a sobbing, half-naked Laura.

"Laura? What...?"

I managed to shut the door before she literally jumped into my arms, buried her head in my chest and clung to me, crying.

 

A few hours later, Laura fell asleep with her head pillowed in my lap. The clock on the dresser across the room told me it was almost six in the morning. After Laura had fallen asleep, I watched the morning light sneak into the room, peeking around the pulled curtains.

One name kept caroming around in my head, keeping me awake.

Marvin.

I was shocked enough that I could barely speak her name after I found her in my room. When she grabbed me and wouldn’t let go, I held her gently until she cried herself out and was calm enough to tell me what had happened.

With the help of a couple of her conniving girlfriends, Laura planned this trip as a romantic weekend getaway for the two of us. Unfortunately, good old Marvin had shown up and I’d jumped into my asshole mode.

Laura had arranged for me to have my own room, in case she either chickened out or I turned her down again, like I had the night of her party. And thanks to my knee-jerk, butthead reaction to Marv, Laura wasn’t sure if I wanted to be with her tonight or not.

So she decided to give me a little test.

She slipped me the key to her room along with the key to mine, hoping that I’d figure out what was going on and come back. Then she went inside and changed into the lingerie she’d brought along. She turned on the television and waited to see if I’d come back.

Of course, being the complete and total idiot I am, that was way too subtle for me in my worked up state of mind.

As we’ve documented, I figured she’d blown me off for Marv the Asshole, so I just shoved both of the keys in my pocket and went looking for trouble. Bumping into Marvin on the stairs simply reinforced my stupid assumption; when really, Laura had never asked him up at all.

So when there came a knock on her door, she thought it was me.

Unfortunately, by that time I was already down the stairs, heading for the beer garden. And when she opened the door dressed in her sexy little nightie, excited that I’d caught on to her little game, she found Marvin, who leered at her and pushed her inside.

Knowing Marvin and his ego, finding Laura already dressed for sex probably didn’t faze him in the least. He sat his basket on the little table by the door and gave her basically the same crap about wanting to paint her that he’d given me on the stairs. She tried to get him to leave, but he shut the door and started pouring wine instead.

That was when Laura started to get worried. She tried to tell Marvin that she was a happily married woman. He laughed, and asked why, then, had he just seen me leaving her room, and then, lo and behold, here is happily married Laura dressed up in her lovely nightie?

While Laura stuttered out an unconvincing response, Marv handed her a glass of wine, insisting that she try some. Laura figured she could play along and have one glass, but she told Marvin that was all, that he would have to leave right after.

She remembered him saying cheers, and he downed his wine while she took a small sip. He asked if she liked it and she smiled, taking another sip to humor him.

A little small talk, another smile, another sip of wine. A few moments later the room started to spin, and suddenly Marvin was standing next to her, rubbing her back, asking if she was all right.

And then he grabbed Laura by the arm with one hand and wrapped his other hand in her hair, tipping her head back and forcing her to drink.

Laura choked and spit, swallowing a huge mouthful, then she dropped the glass, spilling the rest of her wine, and stumbled backwards. She fell, half landing on the bed, groping for support. Her vision blurred and she blinked, trying to clear it.

She heard Marvin laughing, telling her how beautiful she looked in her teddy, asking if she’d worn it just for him. She felt his hands run over her body as he bent over, trying to kiss her, his hands groping at her breasts and pulling at the snaps on the crotch of her teddy, touching her.

She fought him, kicking and scratching, until he slapped her, snapping her head back into the mattress. She groaned and Marv stood over her, unbuckling his pants. When they dropped down to his knees, Laura kicked him in the groin as hard as she could.

Her aim was off, but Marv still collapsed on top of her, moaning and nursing his bruised ego. Laura squirmed out from underneath him and rolled off the bed onto the floor.

Then whatever Marv had drugged the wine with kicked in with a vengeance.

Groping for support, her vision blurring, Laura used the small table next to the bed to help pull herself upright. She had enough presence of mind to grab the spare card key to my room, and managed to open her door and stagger down the steps. She could hear Marv muttering obscenities through his teeth as he shuffled painfully after her.

She jammed the card key in the lock and fell through my door just as Marv reached her. He tried to push through, reaching for her, but Laura kicked the door shut as hard as she could, smacking it off of Marv’s face and stunning him enough to make him howl in pain and stagger backwards.

The door bounced back and she kicked it again, slamming it shut. The door locked automatically. Laura could hear Marv banging at the door, swearing at her.

And then she blacked out.

Hours later she came to on my floor, feeling ill. She crawled into the bathroom and threw up. After a fit of dry-heaves, Laura wobbled back to my bed, eased under the covers and passed out again until she heard me farting around outside.

Still woozy from the drugged wine, for a second she thought Marvin was still trying to get in, and she panicked, bursting into tears. Then I opened the door.

And here we are, full circle.

As she told me her story, Laura clung to me, sobbing. She wouldn’t let me go find Marvin, and frantically pulled me back to the bed when I picked up the phone to call the police. She begged me not to tell anyone what happened.

She no longer looked frightened, or even angry, but when I found myself staring into Laura’s soft, blue eyes, something dark and ugly rose up inside me. Bloody visions of Marvin swam in a cloudy haze through my mind.

Maybe she could see it in my face.

Maybe I muttered something about killing the son of a bitch.

Something made Laura press her soft, sweet body against me, and ask me to stay and simply hold her.

I promised, and I stayed. Eventually, Laura fell asleep, curled against me with her head pillowed in my lap. I stroked her hair and tried to make soothing noises.

When she relaxed and her breathing slowed, I closed my eyes. The dark thing in me bubbled back up to the surface.

And I set it free.

While she slept, Laura cocooned herself tightly against me, her leg nestled in-between mine, her head pillowed gently on my chest. Her warm breath tickled my chin. I must’ve dozed off too, because the next thing I knew the clock on the nightstand said it was past noon and I was blinking sleep from my eyes.

I had a blistering headache. It took a few moments to register what had happened the night before. Something tickled my chest, and when I could clearly, I found Laura smiling up at me, tracing patterns on my chest with a finger.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi yourself."

"You okay?"

I blinked again. "Am I okay?"

She nodded, snuggled closer and softly touched my face.

"You scared me a little, before we fell asleep." Her corners of her eyes crinkled with concern. "And you look like you didn’t sleep."

"I’m fine. Just a…headache. It’ll go away." I toyed with a lock of her hair. It curled around my finger, soft and smooth. "I’m more worried about you right now."

"You know," she gave me a tentative smile. "Right now, I feel okay."

"You’re sure?"

She nodded and touched my lips.

"Really."

Laura shifted her body, rolled half on top of me, and gave me a steamy look that made my toes curl. Something made me think of her husband and their kids, and what had happened this weekend, and suddenly felt...uncomfortable.

For a second, I wondered again what was happening to me, where my conscience had gone. I cleared my throat.

"Laura, we don’t have to..."

"Matt. Shh. Be quiet, okay?"

Her finger touching my lips, I nodded, and she straddled me. The warmth from between her legs burned through my clothes to my skin. Laura smoothed my hair with her hands and smiled gently down at me, her hips riding me in a slow circle.

"Laura…"

Instead of answering, she tugged off my shirt, then scooted down and pulled at my pants. I wiggled out of them while she was slipping off my underwear.

"Oh," she whispered.

Then she closed her eyes and kissed me, and for a time nothing else mattered.

***

Marvin woke suddenly to a loud pounding, and angry, shouting voices.

He was groggy and dizzy, with ripping headache and a vile taste in his mouth, like steak gone rancid. He blinked hard and looked around himself through grit-crusted eyes, wondering where he was. The last thing he remembered was loading up his car and checking out of the hotel in a rush.

He remembered thinking that he needed to be long gone before that big-tittie bitch Laura woke up.

He knew he’d made a mistake. Maybe a bad one.

Once the bitch told Matt what happened, Marvin figured there’d be hell to pay. He’d learned long ago that if one of a romantic evening went bad, it was better to make himself scarce than to push his luck and get caught with a finger in the cookie jar.

So to speak.

Marvin groaned weakly and spit. He felt sick to his stomach, and wondered if he might have accidentally drank some of the wine he’d drugged for Laura, and passed out in his hotel room.

He coughed and shook his head; no, that couldn’t be right. He remembered getting in his car and driving, songs playing on the radio, freeway traffic. The light, jittery feeling in the pit of his gut he always got after a narrow escape.

So where was he? What the hell happened?

He remembered...a...a thing, transparent like a night fog, raising up outside his convertible and moving towards him. There had been a brief chill, and then a sharp pain at the back of his skull, like an intrusion into his mind. He remembered the roadlights dimming, the honking of other vehicles as he swerved across lanes of traffic.

He’d felt something take control of him. Something obscenely dark, and ugly, and alive; but it danced just around the edge of his memories, tickling at his thoughts and then quickly faded away.

Marv shook his head, trying to clear it. Pain like razor blades ripped through his temples and he vomited onto the floor, a stinking, bloody mass.

"Sh...shit," he mumbled.

Marv pushed himself up into a crouch, swatting at big, black flies lethargically buzzing around his face, and he spit again. He wiped a long sliver of pink saliva from his chin with the back of a blood-spattered hand.

"What the…hell...?"

He stared down at a large butcher knife; clotted to the hilt with drying gore and clutched in his nerveless fingers. Marvin shouted wordlessly and clambered quickly to his feet. He froze, gasping and staring mutely at the carnage lying around him.

He stood naked in the middle of a small room. Three mutilated female bodies, covered with gore and bloated flies, stared vacantly back at his blood-slimed body.

"Oh-my-God," he whispered.

The bungalow door crashed open, and Marvin spun in a circle as riot-gear clad police officers spilled into the small room, their weapons drawn and aiming at his chest.

"Police! Drop your weapon! Drop the knife! Drop it, Goddamit!"

The knife fell, spinning slowly to the floor.

Seconds later, the police swarmed over Marvin Caruthers like the flies feasting in the noon heat.