“Let’s move you to your bed.”  I rubbed my hands under her arms and lifted her torso up.  Helping her to her feet, I picked her Royal Garments up from the ground and laid them on top her bed sheets.  Dakota left to her washroom to wipe down her sweat.

I opened the door, walked out, and closed it behind me.  I was so embarrassed; the one amazingly cute sentry just had to be the one standing outside to hear that.  The first thing out of his mouth was a preprogrammed question in any event of hearing anything remotely odd from the young master’s quarters.

“Is the Queen alright?”

“She’s fine, thank you.”  He then waved is arm down the hallway where one of the Prince’s guards awaited me.  No one without extreme reasons was ever permitted in close proximity to Dakota’s quarters.  Security was one reason, a situation such as the one the two sentries had just heard then was another.  I proceeded to the guard.

As we walked down the hall to the Prince, the guard began ranting to me.

“My young master as been brutally mistreated by your prison system.”

“He was seen as a commoner and admitted to nothing, he mentioned nothing of who he was.  He was treated as one who would disrespect the Queen and her empire so close after an attempted usurp.  Only few brave enemies would do something as foolish, and no allies.  I would even call in question his loyalty to our treaty; entering our empire on false pretenses to gain access to our prison systems.  If he were any lower in your social system, we might have held him under conditions that he was a spy.” 

I could not believe what I had just said.  Never had I been so bold.  I liked the Prince.  But my power must have been rising to my head; I had to protect myself, the empire, the Queen.

The guard seemed to fall back a bit in surprise as to what I had just said as well.

“So just that you know, and against my master’s wishes, the Prince was using a false shell to project his true image to onlookers, you would not recognized him were you to see him in his true physical form now, his wounds are so deep and grotesque.  He does not wish your master to know her empires own brutality.”

“I would see it only fit then, that you keep your young master’s wish and not put your own loyalty into question by holding your tongue a bit better.”  Living among such high class people for my entire life apparently did leave its mark on me.  It did not help that I flat out was offended from the tone in that man’s voice.  He seemed rather accusing.

The last bit of the walk was silent.

“And this must be the most beautiful Confidant to the most captivating, Queen Dakota,” were Prince Elijah’s meeting words with me as he bowed.  I bowed back a bit speechless.  “You have a very wise Queen indeed, I only wish my father and mother would have provided me with such a companion through my upbringing.”

“I thank you most highly,” I responded, unsure of what to say.

“To get to my explanation, I merely broke free from my sleepy guards to watch as your Princess was crowned Queen.  I had heard that she was the most beautiful Princess in the history of your empire and was not about to miss a chance to see her.  At the bowing, I simply chose not to bow for it is not in any law that one royalty should bow to another.  When your sentries came to take me, I thought that an adventure was about due for me so I said nothing.”

He was of the most peculiar sort.  Among the most handsome men I have ever seen with the self defined freedom of a child and a strange masochistic love of the unforeseen.

“In all respects young lord,” a guard responded, “it is not that our nation’s Royal Guards are so unskilled, but is that you are possibly the most powerful of all the Mages, and with such power, it has always been a child’s game to you in your containment.”

“My parents are so hypocritical,” the Prince began.  “They tell me to begin exploring the women of my choosing to find a potential bride, but they let not me seek outside our small borders.  At the hearing of the most beautiful of anything, I had to come and investigate.  And in seeing your young Queen, I do think that the rumors of her are most unjust, for she is not merely the most beautiful of your Royal Kin, but the most beautiful of all the planet.”

I could not believe what I was hearing.  The Prince, a Prince, a man of such captivation; saying such things about my Queen.  I was in shock; I was speechless.  So much so fast, all of this made me feel feeble, weak; I was doing no justice to my title, my empire, my Queen.

“Oh,” the Prince sprung as he had just remembered something.  He took his time though in enlightening us in what it was.  “I heard your conversation as you and my guard walked here, you are indeed a loyal and wise leader to your empire.  And for my guards, I am truly sorry for the show, in my jail time, I had to display such a progressively worsening shell to provide my captors with purpose.  When I was presented to the Queen, I was simply lost in my passion for the role I played and projected a new shell over my old one.  Your empire is quite harsh on traitors, but I see that is all for good reason.  For you and your Highest’s comfort, I was not injured in the slightest, though no worries, all Mages are not so powerful as I, many would have displayed some of such punishment.”

His words sent chills down my spine. 

“May I speak with you privately?” I asked immediately.  Prince Elijah waved his guards out.  They left as swift and quietly as the wind.

“How far can you hear?”   Did he here Dakota in her bedroom? 

“I can hear no further than any other man, it was from an untraceable enchantment I placed on all my guards when I met them that allowed me to hear through his own ears.  It’s a skill very few Mages possess, one which I mastered at an early age to escape my constant watch at the slightest whim.  You need to fear nothing, I cannot do such to your kind, only to mine, them which emit the small magic skin around them which will hold enchantments.”

I knew the last part, it was one of the few advantages our kind held against theirs.  It was my job to know every weakness of every enemy and ally alike; that kind of information is not used in any regard to discriminate against the two races.

Most interestingly though, I had also heard the stories of this Prince and his powers.  He was indeed strong; one of the strongest in many and many generations of their whole people.  He was awaited with great interests to become the next leader of their nation, of their race. 

Rarely do Princes marry at such a young time though, yet his King and Queen were encouraging such thoughts at his age, only nineteen.  I have only heard of the sort in teaching young men responsibility.  Maybe they figured that he would settle down with a wife and stop running about with no discipline.  But an infatuation with Dakota would prove troublesome. 

I’ve heard only too many times of the third highest law of their race, the law that prohibited any sort of devoted interest in a different raceman.  Elite teams of mage guards were permitted on rare occasions to suppress and retrieve offenders of that law in our land.  Our empire only let such incursions take place to keep the peace; ripping a Mage from his loved one would most certainly turn violent, and to prevent casualties on either side which would only arise in international tensions, we let them deal with their own kind under strict guidelines.  The most horrible death the Mage lords could devise awaited offenders back at their capital city.  None of such atrocities have happened in my lifetime that I remember.

I did not know if it would be wise to let such an important man become any closer to such an important girl.

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“You will be granted one last meeting with him tomorrow morning as you two journey and separate just beyond Shangon,” the city just north of the palace.

“Hmmph… Will you sleep with me tonight, I don’t feel like being alone now.”

“As you wish.”

“Don’t say that, say yes or no.  You’re not my servant, you’re as equal to me as possible.”

“I would never pass up a night with you.  You make every sleep interesting to the most extreme.”

“They would be even better if you could come into my dreams with me.  You think I could sneak a kiss on the cheek with Prince Elijah tomorrow.”

“I’ll do my best to block any attempts to prevent one.”

We both giggled before I left to wash up as Dakota began undressing to change into her night garments.  Or that was what I had assumed.  I walked from her washroom and found her sitting on her sheets in the nude, waiting for me.

“Someone is expecting an exceptional night I see.”

“If only you could come inside my mind and join me.”  Dakota had an exceptional power to block one thought and focus on another at the slightest whim.  With it, she was almost always happy.

I pulled the sheets out as Dakota scooted back, rolling up to her pillows.  She slipped under the covers at the same speed as I climbed under them. 

“Can you hold me, so maybe I’ll dream that he’s holding me nice and tight.”

I scooted the front of my body into the back of her young naked flesh and wrapped my arms around hers, squeezing into her chest.  Holding the young naked Queen so close in my arms felt somehow comforting.  Her warm breathing skin clutched against mine. 

The past few days had been stressful and sometimes angering for both of us.  Testing my new duties as the Queens virtual double, I felt alone most of the time.  My new power rose me above everyone else that used to talk to me, and I frequently found myself spending less and less time with Dakota.  The people whom I spoke to now were all very powerful and incredibly intimidating.  Now though, I laid in bed with the Queen herself, my best friend, in her most vulnerable form in my arms, curled into my body.  Like the nights that had long ago passed by, I drifted into sleep with ease and complete comfort.

I walked from Dakota’s washroom drying under a towel.  With the thick fluffy fabric tied around my waist, I looked around for Dakota. 

“Oh my goodness!” I turned my back, in embarrassment, toward the sentry that walked into the doorway from the entry room.  Then something clicked in my mind.  I turned my head to him while lifting my arm to cover my breast.  My body leering to the wall but my face looking behind me, I demanded to know why he was in there.

“You’re here,” Dakota jumped in delight after emerging from behind the sentry.

“What?”

“You’re in my dream.” 

I thought it through, that had to be it.  Prince Elijah came trudging around the corner being drug by Dakota pulling at his arm. 

“I always knew you liked that sentry.  You two always look at each other funny.”  She was referring to the taller of the two sentries that most often stood guard at her door.

The sentry began walking toward me.  I looked back at the wall and immediately felt his hand on my shoulder.  I looked back in surprise and found him shirtless right behind me.  He wore a baggy, light-weighted, and silky black pair of pants which melted into his hard black leather boots.  His chest had more grooves than I had ever seen in a man.  If he had wished too, he could effortlessly toss my entire body across the room into Dakota’s bed with only one arm.  They did not choose Dakota’s Sentry’s lightly. 

No older than twenty-two years, this man had been trained from birth to protect and serve.  He could individually manipulate any and all muscles in his body to best do whatever he pleased.  If this was not a dream, things would be much different.  But it was a dream, I could feel the difference, and actions held no consequences.  I was still questioning though whether that was the real Dakota or just my imagination making her up.  All I knew for sure was that this seemed to be the type of dreams Dakota did have and the kind that I didn’t. 

The sentry wrapped his left arm down my chest and set his head on my shoulder.  His other muscular arm reached down under my limp right hand and over my belly.  Slowly, he circled my belly button with the pads of his fingers.  I was about to explode.  I didn’t know how Dakota stayed asleep in these dreams.  I didn’t know how I was.  My mind was going crazy; how could I not be over-stimulating it into waking up.

The sentry gently pressed his hand down my belly to the towel.  Ever so slowly, his fingers moved from my skin to tense the towel into eventually unraveling.  It fell to the ground.  It left me completely naked in the arms of a man trained to kill, a man with at the incidental twitch of one of those rock hard muscles, my body would be snapped like a twig.  But he was so incredibly gentle. 

Hovering his fingers just above my vagina, he just barely stimulated my sexual organ.  He moved in a bit.  A bit more.  Then I felt those boiling, hard, fingers sift through my pubic hairs onto the lips of my virgin cave.  They melted into the lubricant swelling out of my crack. 

His hips pressed against my back, just above my butt cheeks.  The steam radiating from the cylindrical organ pressing into my spine almost pushed me to die in lust.  The sensation of his hard fingers just grazing the surface of my vagina was so incredible in itself.  What would something so incredibly hot and large feel like going into my inexperienced slit?  The pulsing of his heart could be felt through that single organ.  His life was flowing through it.  His life was giving all it had to me. 

 I love you so much mother for the descriptions you have ingrained in my mind.  Without such, this dream would merely be a fuzzy description of what I’ve learned in books I’ve read.

The sentry’s entire hand cupped itself over my vaginal bulge and slowly slid further and further back under my butt cheeks to grip my leg.  My body rose off the ground as if I was floating.  I hovered in bliss all the way to the bed.  As falling through a cloud, I slowly came to rest on Dakota’s bed.  Dakota laid to my right mimicking me in position and nudity. 

Prince Elijah sat down by Dakota’s feet.  Slowly, he was working his way up her inner legs, taking in the pure scent of her perfect skin, massaging as he rose, the tissue underneath into extra tenderness.

Above me, the unnamed sentry began climbing onto the bed, completely naked.  His large penis hung below him.  Mother had only described this organ to me.  I did not know what was big or small but this particular one looked too big.  The biggest thing I had ever had inside me was two fingers; this thing surpassed such with amazing ease.  I was scared but anticipating.  Almost ironically, I thought that if anyone were to wake me at this moment, they would have hell to pay; something Dakota had frequently fought with me about.

Dakota screamed in moaning.  I looked down to catch Prince Elijah with his mouth over the Queen’s vagina.  I looked to her face and found her staring at me with the biggest smile on her face and her eyes about to fall out of her head. 

The sentry fell over me and pushed his lips to mine.  He dug his arms under my armpits and pressed his hands to either side of my head. 

My own mouth exploded in strings of random vowels as I felt the boiling pipe enter my body.  My organs moved to the sides and bowed at his entrance.  He was shifting everything in my hips to accommodate him.  More pleasure than I have ever felt flooded my body.  I grabbed with my right hand for Dakota.  I needed something, anything to touch and transfer this amazing feeling into.  It was too much.  There was no pain like mother had said there would be.

I couldn’t see Dakota but I felt her hand grab mine.  The sentry, slowly pumping his life form into my body, held my dizzy head still as he played with my tongue under his own.

Dakota pulled my hand down and pressed it against her tummy.  I felt her belly button.  My hand was pushed further down.  Further.  Further.  Then I felt her incredibly taut vaginal lips being ripped open by the same object that now drove itself in and out of me.  Her vagina was soaking in her lubrication.  I wrapped my fingers around the penis invading the entry of my best friend’s vagina, and just felt the soaking texture of it slip through them. 

I had never thought of Dakota actually having sex.  She was young.  She talked about sexual fantasies all the time but almost none involved actual sexual intercourse, and the ones that did, seemed just too surrealistic.

A growing feeling in my body began taking a hold of me.  Moaning into the mouth of this amazing man, laying under him, we both being completely naked; in the pure flesh, as he jammed his penis in and out of me repeatedly, it was all getting to me.  Every time he pushed into me, he pushed something into me; more pleasure.  It was all going into my womb.  My womb wasn’t big.  At any moment, I could feel that it would be too much and my filled cavern would explode with amazing force down my vaginal canal, over his penis, and blow up outside of my body. 

Dakota was moaning so loud next to me.

She began screaming.  It was the most pleasurable scream I had ever heard.  I could not hold back any longer. 

The sentry’s mouth stopped playing inside mine and he thrust one last time as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. 

“Ooooooooooooh!”  I had never felt something like it.  A boiling hot liquid shot inside of my organs.  It splashed all over the place.  It came and came, again and again.  My womb contracted and I exploded all my pleasure into his penis.  The muscles in my vagina squeezed and sucked his shaft into me.  They wanted more of his hot liquid.  I could still feel the liquid oozing into my body.  It was melting into my being; it was so hot, so thick.

The orgasm pouring out of my body began slowing.  The organ inside of me blocked it from escaping all at once.  It poured out fast and ferociously but with a steadily slowing pace. 

The sentry lifted his head from my mouth.  I looked over to Dakota.  She was so very close to passing out in paradised pleasure.  Her nude body was dripping with sweat. 

“See, you should come in my dreams more often,” she said while gasping for air.

The two men above withdrew their organs at the same time.  The feeling became dull as I felt a bit empty.  They got up off the bed.  I leaned over to Dakota.  She rolled onto her side.  I grabbed her and went to hug her.  It just felt right.  We pulled our bodies to hug each other.  The cum from our too lovers slowly pulsed from our vaginas as they rubbed together.  The two semens mixed between our bodies.

Dakota pulled away a little and looked down between us.  I followed suit.  A smeared blob of the two men’s cum drew between our two vaginas, dangling down into the air.  Dakota giggled a little.  So did I.

Then Dakota started shaking a little.  I didn’t know why. 

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

Then she began shaking more violently.  She wouldn’t stop.  I tried holding her body still but she was moving too much.

“What’s wrong Dakota?” I cried.

Then she began yelling.  Something was wrong.  What?

“Dakota?” I yelled.  I began screaming for help. 

“Heeelp, heeelp!!” I screamed over and over.  “Help!”

The two men were gone.  It was just Dakota and I.  “Heeelp!”

I could run to the door and bang four times.  Would she be alright if I left her alone?  “Heelp!  Somebody please Help!”

This was all a dream, how was I suppose to wake up.  How do I wake up?   “Please Help!”

Please wake up.  Just wake up.  I’ll do anything, anything.  Please God, I’ll do anything.  “help.”

I woke up gripping Dakota’s body as she flipped about in the bed.

“Help, Help, I Need Help, HEEEELP!”

Megan sat, her legs strewn around Aaron’s waist as her vagina split open to cater to it’s all to welcome guest.  She caught on to Aaron’s severely distraught face and instantly knew that she had succeeded in destroying Aaron’s life the second time that morning.  Rotating her chest around to turn the shower water off, she slowly lifted her body off Aaron’s penis.  She tried not gasping as the long shaft slowly slurped out of her happily filled vaginal tube.  She stood up and stepped from the bathtub reaching for her robe.  Putting it on, she angrily grabbed at her panties to shove into her crotch.  She hated the fact that her vagina wasn’t big enough to hold in all of Aaron’s cum. 

Quickly she ran from the bathroom to Carly in an attempt to explain and take responsibility for the entire situation.  She knew Aaron would never go near her again if she didn’t fix what she had done to him. 

Aaron wrestled to get out of the tub to put his clothes on.  He could hear Carly’s sobs from her open bedroom door as Megan barged in.  He struggled through his ever increasing dizziness to dry himself off and put his pants on.  The more he thought, the harder it was to stand up. 

Carly laid on her mattress, her scent of depression mixing with the faint smell of bleach from the fabric cleaner used after Aaron’s accident several weeks ago.  She had played at her father extra hard to remain sleeping in the same room with Aaron as a supervisor.  Megan wouldn’t give Aaron away so easily though, so Carly went on about needing more time before she could sleep in her own bed which she last remembered covered in Aaron’s blood.  Now wanting to get away from both of them, she resorted to her own room in solitude before Megan came barging in.

“It’s all my fault,” Megan speedily cried, “I begged him for it.  He didn’t want to, he just wanted to be with you but I begged that he pretend that I was you.  I kept begging him until he gave in and when he treated me like he does you, he remembered that it was me and he got really really sad, and I didn’t know what to do so I tried to make him forget.  I don’t know how to make him happy like you do so I only did what I knew I was good at.  It’s all my fault, please don’t blame him, I made him do it.”

Carly heard her out, but she didn’t know whether she was more angry or scared.  “Did you take my pills?” she asked crying.  Megan tricking Aaron into sex was nothing new and she had come to acknowledge that the two could not be denied a relationship of some sort.

A little confused, Megan replied, “Yeah, I did exactly what you told me, you watched me the first time.”  Showing some of the confusion in her voice, she then asked, “Why?”

Carly, pressing her face into her pillows muttered in her tears, “I’m pregnant.”

“You’re pregnant!” Megan repeated a bit too loud.  Not knowing what to say next, she quietly stuttered, “Why?”

Billowing in her tears, Carly cried the truth, “I thought I had it all planned out, I didn’t know I would be this scared.”  Megan leaned her chest over onto Carly’s back to hold her. 

“We’ll figure something out, we always do,” Megan said quietly in an effort to comfort herself, “Aaron’s smart, he’ll help us, he won’t let anything happen to you.  I know he won’t, he loves you more than anything.”  The two girls laid there silently under Carly’s stuffy nose and sporadic pouts. 

The telephone rang downstairs by the stair well.  The loud echo burst through the eerily silent house, over and over.  The ringing stopped as their father’s recording began asking to leave a message.  A blood chilling voice ricocheted up the banister through the hall and into Carly’s bedroom.

“This is Sergeant Michaels from the Police station calling in response to an activated emergency beacon designated to a current resident in your home.  Paramedics have been dispatched to your house and we ask that you please call us immediately regarding the current situation.” 

Carly and Megan both halted every bodily function in listening to the message.  Immediately registering the condition, Carly exploded from her bed.  Megan was thrust from Carly’s back not able to push off in time.  Both broke from the bedroom into the bathroom to find Aaron half naked, slipping in and out of consciousness, on the floor.

All Aaron could remember in the past week were short dreamlike wakings, frequently with people hovering over him.  He liked least finding Carly or Megan there.  He found their tears to be anything but comfort.  Anytime there was an adult, they always reassured him that he was doing great and it was all over with. 

He finally woke up completely as a doctor stood over him.

“What happened?” Aaron asked, now feeling the strength to talk.

“It seems that your mind overpowered your medication,” the doctor went, “it was supposed to sedate your mind, but apparently, yours is not so easily put to rest.”  He paused, looking into Aaron’s pupils.  “Your brain became over active and began agitating your tumor.”  Something that could have been prevented had he been under the hospital’s surveillance, the doctor thought to himself as he thought back to Aaron and his guardian’s fight for release.  “We’ve removed the tumor without any more damage being done, and since then you’ve been asleep, for about a week now.”

“What do you mean any more damage?” asked Aaron.

“There was some permanent damage done to your inner ear which will inhibit you from walking freely for long without losing balance.  You shouldn’t have too much of a problem though with a cane and walking along walls,” the doctor said plain and straight.  “It would be wise to be accompanied by someone you trust at anytime you decide to walk outside your home.”

Aaron felt shot.  He could never do anything alone again.  He was going to need help everywhere he went.  He was going to have trouble standing up.  He could only think of all the ways the kids at school would treat him.  Like he was different; how he was to be pitied; he hated what he was hearing.  Summer break was nearing end and he had nothing but to assume that this was the worst summer any kid could have.  He could never walk without some sort of help again for the rest of his life.  Let alone, it all began unraveling with him watching his parents die before his eyes.  He only hoped that the faint memory of hearing that Carly was pregnant had just been a nightmare.  The doctor merely glanced at the distraught face.

“It’s not as bad as you might think,” the doctor consoled, “some of the off balance will be phased out with time as your body becomes accustomed to it and in buildings, it will be easy enough to hide by just gently rubbing your hand along a wall to judge your balance.”

“That’s about all I can tell you,” the doctor finished up, “but I believe that there are two young ladies who’ve been coming here every day now who would love to come in and talk to you.”  Aaron smiled.  The doctor caught his face and walked to the door.

“I’ll send them in then,” he said.

“Carly,” her father said before she could step from the car.  Carly recognized the tone in his voice and settled back in the back seat for a lecture.

Megan finished helping Aaron from the vehicle and assisted him to their front door.  Carly now sat alone in the back seat.  Her mother and father sat up front.  Ashley, her mother, had only recently arrived home from her client’s case.  She was glad to have finished and insisted to her firm that she take a well deserved leave to handle family problems.  Ashley took a little more convincing about the rape than Carly’s father, but with her uneasiness and mounting fears, it wasn’t hard for Carly to show deep emotional disturbances about the whole situation.

“Are you sure that you want to be the one to tell him?” her father asked her.

“I don’t want sacrifice my trust with him if I make one of you tell him,” Carly said seriously.  She knew Aaron would probably destroy her entire story of rape with his confusion and guilt if they told him about the pregnancy; he would only arouse suspicion if she couldn’t get to him before them.  She had to get to him first and hope on her life that he would not disown her for lying to him to have him impregnate her. 

The blood tests confirmed what she suggested to her father two weeks ago.  And her mother supported her decision on keeping the baby rather than aborting it.  Her father didn’t quite agree but knowing what his wife went through at Carly’s age, he wasn’t about to suggest an alternative to life for the child.

“You better tell him soon than,” her mother strongly suggested, “you know how you felt when you found out your father and Aaron were keeping a secret from you.  If Aaron find’s out that he’s the only one who doesn’t know, he might feel unwelcome in our house, and we do not want that.”

As Carly began moving to step out from the car, her mom said to her, “We’re going grocery shopping and have to pick up Aaron some crutches, so we’ll be back in maybe an hour and a half.”  Ashley stared at her daughter hinting at a great time to tell Aaron, while avoiding the pitiful stare from her husband.  He wanted nothing to do with this trickery to get him walking around a grocery store for an hour.  He knew it was a one person job, but seeing his wife avoid his face, he also knew that he wasn’t getting out of it.

Carly met Aaron inside his bedroom.  He was looking around some stuff on top of his dresser with Megan standing close by, staring at him as if she held a meaningful duty to protect him.  She also just loved being around him.  Carly gave Megan a familiar look.  Megan backed off quickly and left the room closing the door behind her.  Not wanting to miss a thing, she sat down in the hallway with her back leaning against the bedroom door.

Hearing the door close, Aaron looked around to Carly.  Knowing something serious was about to follow, he turned and headed to his bed.  Carly rushed over to help him.

“I’m not crippled,” Aaron called out a bit too harshly.

“I’m sorry,” Carly said letting him go.

“No, I’m sorry,” Aaron comforted her, “I just don’t want you to pity me.”

Aaron sat down.  Carly soon followed.  “Well, at least this gives us an excuse to be around each other more without your parents getting suspicious,” Aaron pushed out trying to look upon the bright side.

“Yeah,” Carly replied awkwardly.  She didn’t know how to bring it up.  Aaron looked at her.  He could see that she wanted to tell or ask him something very important.  He felt the only way to possibly ease her situation would be to make it not seem insignificant.  He thought of the worst thing he could think of.

“You know, I had a dream I think while I was out, that I heard that you were pregnant,” he said waiting to hear her laugh at the nonsense.  Carly froze solid.  She didn’t know what to make of it.

“Wa, was it a good dream or a ba, bad one?” she stuttered in fear.  She couldn’t hide her facial expression with him staring at her.  Aaron’s entire body dropped in temperature at least ten degrees.  Thousands of thoughts exploded into his mind.  How?  What would happen to him when her parents found out?  Why? 

Staring into her face as it bore a hole into an infinitely small spec on the carpet, he couldn’t help but see the fear and pain she was going through.  He was looking at the most beautiful girl in the world; she was scared to death and he was the only one that could help.  Coming from how she decided to answer, Aaron though it seemed to hold that she would be keeping the baby.  The silence befalling the room was becoming extensive.  Aaron thought as hard as he possibly could.  Coming home from the hospital, he did not want Carly to abandon him in fear and anger.  He had to come up with something that sounded good.  Later he could think back through it and make out if he would agree with it or not.

“It was bad,” he began, “at first; but then it started getting better.  I supported you all the way through the pregnancy.  I adopted the child as my own in your parents eyes, and they began to accept our relationship.  You were always there for me when I needed help walking, and I was always there for you when you needed help with the baby.  Nobody suspected that we were more than just best friends, and if anyone ever did, they would understand because of what we both went through together.”  He could see he was doing something right, Carly began smiling a bit. 

“The child grew up,” he continued, “it inherited your entire mind and body, with dashes of me sprinkled in to separate it from the gods and goddesses and make it human.”

Carly looked up to Aaron’s face, “You don’t have to lie,” she said smiling.

“Anything that comes from you will be perfect no matter how it comes,” Aaron whispered loudly.  He lifted his hands to her shoulders and pulled her body to his.  Carly grabbed a hold of him and pushed him back onto his mattress. 

Hovering over him, she asked, “So you’re not mad that I lied to you about my birth control?”

“What are we going to tell your parents?” Aaron asked over her.

“They already know,” she quickly said.  Before Aaron could ask his next question, Carly said in a definite voice, “I’ll tell you everything after what I’m about to do to you.”  Aaron, though curious with questions, was not about to complain about what she wanted. 

She lifted her torso tangent to Aaron’s waist and proceeded lifting her top up.  Slowly, she wrapped her fingers under the hem of her shirt and pulled the taut cloth over her belly, up over her slightly bulging sports bra and past her neck.  She tossed the thin fabric over to the floor.  Pushing her chest forward, she reached back and unzipped her bra.  Dropping it to Aaron’s stomach, her small perky breasts radiated outwards with hormones.  Aaron picked the bra up, gripping it between his fingers.  Carly grabbed at Aaron’s shirt and hungrily pushed it over his shoulders off of his arms, smiling as her bra broke through his sleeve still in his hand.  She pulled her body back up, popped the button on her tight jean pants, and pulled the zipper down. 

Turning around over his body, Carly pushed her open bottoms to Aaron’s face as she grabbed at his pants zipper.  Aaron let the bra fall from his hand instantly and relocated his fingers under the pants in his face.  Slowly, as he felt his jeans shifting down his waist, he proceeded to do the same with the ones over his head. 

As he pushed the last of the denim from his ankles, almost simultaneously, Carly did the same with hers.  Carly unbuttoned the plastic disk on Aaron boxers and stuck her hand in.  Aaron struggled to remove the panties from her vagina first.  He had only gotten her panties half way down her hips when he felt hot wet lips suck his penis into a mouth.  Feeling Carly’s tongue twist around his shaft as her mouth humped the whole penis, Aaron thought he was about to ascend into heaven.  Carly continued sucking, slowly lifting her mouth up from his shaft.  Finally, she reached the head and swiveled her tongue over it rapidly just before popping off.

After pushing Aaron’s boxers down and off his legs, she carefully maneuvered around and finished removing her panties to set her slit on his lubricated shaft. 

“This is my Welcome Home present to you,” Carly smiled proudly; “you just sit back and relax.”

She drug her slit forward over and past the head of Aaron’s penis.  She leaned forward and pushed her hips back, thrusting the shaft into her body. 

“Ooooooo,” she moaned uncontrollably.  She looked down at Aaron who was scanning her perfect figure.  She jerked her eyes and rotated her head, catching movement.  She simply smiled seeing Megan peaking her head into the cracked open door.  She could only guess what Megan was doing with all the fidgeting movement she was making behind the wooden panel.

Carly continued.  Gently she pumped her long awaiting body onto the penis.  She continued moaning louder and louder from the incredible pleasure.  Aaron jerked his face over to the door after hearing more than just Carly’s moans. 

Megan almost stumbled into the room with her hand down her pants.  Lost in the ecstasy of her orgasm as her finger was stuck lodged inside of her vagina, she blushed in embarrassment. 

“Well, you might as well join in and help me welcome Aaron back home,” Carly moaned, slowing her pace and watching Megan.  Megan looked to Carly.  Carly smiled and gave her the look to hop on. 

Megan wasted no time dropping her butt to the floor and pulling the socks from her little feet.  Even faster, she tore the shirt from her chest and stood back up while simultaneously pushing her pants and underwear down.  Carly was amazed at her speed.

Megan ran up to Aaron and kissed him on the lips while driving her finger back into her vagina.  Carly smiled seeing the overwhelming pleasure in Aaron’s eyes.  Aaron didn’t know if he was happier that both girls were so eager to masturbate with him, or that they were both getting along.  Megan pulled her finger from her soaking crease and slid it into Aaron’s mouth. 

Carly ground her pelvis into Aaron’s.  Carly was so incredibly tight for Aaron.  Her little breasts jiggled as the small hole nestled inside the crack between her legs stretched and strained to accommodate him.  Aaron dropped his head back onto the pillow and closed his eyes.  Every touch Carly made on him was magnified.  He could envision a close-up of his penis sliding in and out of the perfect vagina; inside his fifteen year old cousin’s body as she moaned in pleasure. 

He felt Megan climbing onto the bed as Carly moved her hands off his chest.  She began driving herself up and down onto Aaron faster and faster.  He could her both Megan and Carly almost screaming and crying in their pleas for release.  Aaron could barely hold back much longer as his younger cousin bounced up and down, faster and faster, next to screaming in eternal bliss.  Megan let out a small scream.

Aaron tasted sweet liquid splash down onto his lips.  He opened his eyes to the most unbelievable and unexpected sight which through him beyond no return.

Megan was standing up over his head as Carly leveraged herself with her arms reaching out to Megan’s hips.  Megan drove her finger into herself as she rubbed her other hand just above her vagina.  Aaron stared straight up seeing directly up between Megan’s legs as her vaginal cum dripped from her slit; her body almost vibrating from the sensation.  The bottom of her tight little butt cheeks glistened from the sweat perspirating from her overworked body.

As Megan’s cum dripped into his lips, Aaron focused his eyes on Carly who began violently shaking in orgasm as she felt his hot liquid sperm pump out inside her body.  Her hips clamped his penis into place as Carly could no longer thrust up and down.  The muscles in her legs crumbled at the adrenaline pumping into her reproductive system.  Beads of sweat dripped from the tips of her nipples onto Aaron’s stomach.

Megan dropped to her knees as gently as she could, resting her soaking vagina on Aaron’s ribs.  Aaron lifted his hands around her sides and pulled her back diagonally, resting her head near his.  Carly dropped forward pivoting her body at the base of Aaron’s shaft.  She arched her panting belly and breasts over her little sister’s hyperventilating body and met her face with Aaron’s.  She licked Aaron’s lips before driving her tongue into his mouth to scoop out her little sister’s cum.

Sucking some of her sister’s juices out, Carly pulled away. 

Lost in the high of the moment, Aaron muttered, “I only wish I could remember clearly how all this stuff started,” reflecting back to the hazy night where he turned to Megan for comforting in the bathtub after a fight with Carly.  Megan smiled, remembering the first night he stayed at their house and the ‘truth or dare’ game.  Carly drove her tongue back into Aaron’s mouth while thinking about how it was all just beginning with the new life forming inside of her. 

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I saw his eyes light up he told her to get a bath towel lay it on the bed and lay the fuck down naked, she did has he told her and opened her legs pulling his dick out of one sis he rammed it all the way up my other sisters fuck hole, shouting now you little dirt slut fucking while on you rag you’re a dirty cunt what are you. She screamed back a whore, a dirty fucking whore, your dirty whore fuck me daddy fuck me hard me and my other sis just sat and watched playing with ourselves till dad said fuck her son don’t let her cunt go un fucked ram her. She laid down and I got inside her, by now they all knew the got a better ride on my little dick if they were on top, so soon she was riding me and I love it. My dad finished fucking my sis and he pulled his dick out and told her to suck him clean I could hear her slurping away he said it was the best blow job he had ever had and she said it was the best she had ever done to.

Then next day mum was home  and things seemed to go back to normal for a few days, I would sneak into my sisters rooms when every one was in bed for a quick fuck or feel of their cunts and tits in return they had me like a little slave I would do anything for them. Sometimes in the day they would ask me to make drinks or tidy their rooms I was always rewarded with the flash or their tits or the shaved cunts and later would get anything I asked for. All the girls stayed shaved  as that’s how dad liked them and as soon as I started to grow hair they shaved me to.

On about her fifth bight home mum called us all into her bedroom and we all sat on the bed her and dad in it, the girls where all laughing and been silly, then mum said to me ok dad has told me all about what you have been up to with your sisters while I have been away and your very bad. I was shocked that dad had told her and more shocked that he had not told her about me and him or at least that’s what I thought.

Then mum said I need to see just what you have been doing to them and then I will decide what punishment you should get for been so rude and dirty. Before she had finished talking all the girls had stripped so had my dad. Just me and mum left dressed she lifted her top and for the first time close up I sw her big tits and I could not help but touch them, everyone giggled and mum said like them do you  want to suck them, my head nearly fell of I nodded so fast. She pulled me to her and lifted her nipple to my mouth and said lets see how good my girls have shown you then.

She throw back the bed cloths for me to see she was naked under them and dads fingers where in her cunt. She looked at him and said go play with the girls while my son shows me what he can do. She laid back and opened her legs her cunt bald as the day she was born. I licked my lips and buried my face in her twat my whole hand found its way in her cunt and soon I was arm fucking her.

I wanted to show her just how much I knew but I could feel my dick was going to explode, she knew something was not right and told me to turn a 69 I did and she got her teeth on the end of my dick and I cum in seconds she easily swallowed all my cum fuck if she could swallow dads mine was easy. Once she had sucked me dry she said ok now you can give me what for.

I sucked her tits while trying to finger her clit I was like a bull in a china shop all over her kissing, licking, biting, fingering, I cum twice while doing these things she just laughed and rubbed it on her tits and told me to lick it off.

When I finally got my dick at her cunt hole she said well you need to slow down and be a bit more controlled but you have worked hard so fuck me if you want. My dick slid in her cunt easy and the little grip I felt soon had me cumming again , I did manage to make her cum once with my fingers on her clit.

When I finished she looked over at my dad and the girls who were all watching us while doing things to each other. My mum looked at dad and said have you shown your son our family treat, they all laughed and said no they were waiting for her. At that she called our dog jess a great Dane male jess ran into the room jumped on the bed where mum was still laid naked, his head went between her legs, I jumped to save her , my dad held me back and said its ok sone mum and the girls love this. Jess was licking her like mad and his dick was out the girls all got closer as dad pulled me away to watch, the girls took turns in licking his dick and sucking the end.

Then he wanted more he pushed forward and with a little help from my sis his dick sank all they way into my mums cunt. But more about that next time if people want to hear

" oh so that what i look like when sucking cock!" Beth joked, we are identical after all. I don't know what had taken over me but i was really enjoying myself with the fake cock so much so that if it was a real guy's he would have cum and be begging for mercy. Beth pulled it away from me " do you want me to fuck you or not?"

" Yes i do please fuck me fuck my pussy"She moved into position between my legs and layed down on top of my body our breast pressing against each others as she moved her lips toward mine kissing me softly. I felt the tip of the dildo pressing against my wet hole as she whispered into my ear.

" We'll be late, you got to get up."I opened my eyes Beth stood over me still in her big baggy t shirt she wears in bed, she put a cup of coffee next to my bed and went to sit on her own. " that sounded like a nice dream."she said with a little smile.

" err aah mmm yeah i was." as i shifted my body around in my bed to reach the cup i let one hand brush over my pussy, my panties were soaked i couldn't get up in front of her she notice. " Brad Pitt is alway's so good to me"

" Really? I thought the way you lick pussy you'd be a bigger fan of Angelina than Brad." I must have just stared at her amazed " What? don't look at me like that, no of the guy's i've been with have come close to making me come as hard as you did when it comes to licking pussy." This has to be a dream as well i couldn't believe what she was saying. " Come on Lucy are you telling me that before you knew it was me you didn't think it was the greatest ever and where hoping for it to happen again?"

" I was but it was incest, it's wrong. We shouldn't have done it" My voice was raised as i got myself in a panic " We shouldn't be talking about it , we shouldn't even think about it and im very sure that i shouldn't be dreaming about you fucking me" I froze did i just say that out loud to my twin sister

" I knew it wasn't about Brad, I dream of you too every night all week, i even think of you in the shower although the shower head doesn't make me cum nearly as hard as you did." She smiled at me. I didn't like the look in her eyes.

" Stop it.I don't want to hear it, it's wrong." She stood up and walked over to my bed sitting down next to me and without warning kissed me forcing her tongue inside my mouth. With out even thinking i pulled her t shirt over her head and tugged her panties off. " No we can't it's wrong we...." I did't sound convincing in fact i think i was pushing her head toward my pussy as i said this. She kissed my breasts and sucked my nipples sending shocks of delight through my body before kissing her way down to my soaking panties.

" oh my" i heard her gasp " you are a wet whore aren't you" Hearing her call me that sent an extra thrill through me.She started to lick my pussy through the jucie soaked underwear just teasing me a little before ripping them away from my body. She licked around the out side of my pussy first tasting the jucies that already ran from my body then she let her tongue slowly enter me. I could only groan with my pleasure as it went deeper inside of me my hand were on Beth's head forcing her down harder on to my pussy.

" Ohhhhbaby fuck my pussy fuck me lick it mmmm" She was making me moan like a slutty porn star as she raised my hips off of the bed and was now devouring my pussy. It was all too much for me as i came so loud that i had to hold a pillow over my face so my cries did not carry around the house. She lowered me back down still sucking the jucies from me, she moved up my body again kissing my boobs before kissing my letting her tongue slide into my mouth allowing me to taste my own cum. She kept moving up her breasts pausing for me to admire with a kiss or more then she moved up again until her pussy was ubove me. With out a thought i went for it like a hungry person to cake.

" oh honey do you want my pussy?" she said as i left my tongue dive deep inside her, she tasted better than i remembered.Right or wrong i no longer cared i just wanted her pussy.I hooked my arms around her smooth thighs and pulled her down onto my face, she was panteing and grabbing her boobs twisting her nipples and biting her bottom lip . " Yes baby fuck me, its so good this is better than i rember" She giggled as she started to ride herself against my face She was riding so hard that the bed frame was shaking she had hold of the head board for support as she ground her pussy over my face. " mmmmm Lucy baby please please." I grabbed her ass cheek with one hand and squeezed hard, i heard a little moan in responce i then placed the tip of my thumb against her ass hole and lightly pushed. " yes i want that give me it" I pushed it up inside her and it sent an orgasmic pulse through her body as she rocked wildly against my face her backside shot back forcing the thumb all the way up her ass.

We lay naked in each other arms the guilt of our act creeping up upon me but for know i was happy. i looked up at her and smiled, i looked at the clock

" Oh shit we got work" We had started at the gym only two weeks ago it was part time while we were at college and we needed the money and the experience " we gotta go" reluctantly we moved away from each other and got dressed. As Beth walked out of her room i stared at her ass, it was perfectly shown off by her tight shorts and was begging me to feel it but id have to wait. The first time we were together i knew it wouldn't be the last unless we controlled ourselves now i knew there will be another time and there is no way i want to controll myself. I followed her down stairs only for us to be confronted by our parents.

" You girls will be late!" Our father said

"You're not even stopping for a proper breakfeast " It was Mums turn to moan "I sometimes wonder what you two girl get up to in that room."

If she only knew!
 

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I was at this pool one friday afternoon after school. My parents had dropped me off, it wasn't real busy but there were some people there. There one was boy, named matt, he was a 17, we grew up in the same neighborhood.   He kinda looked after me like an older brother, the only difference is, most people don't masturbate in the same room with their older brother. Matt had introduced me to a number of pornographic fantasies.

We were in the shower together, getting the chlorine off our skin, we had seen each other naked so it was no big deal. He told me he was heading home but that I should stop by tomorrow for another movie. He left, which left me in the shower. I thought I was alone but an older guy walked in behind me, I had no idea who he was, I just went on showering. Until I caught him looking over at me. He was about 35, shoulder length brown hair, trimed beard, and a cock like a horse's. 

He walked over to me, didn't say a word, I didn't move. I was half afraid, half excited. He grabbed my cock and started massaging it. The only words out of his mout were, " I'm going to use you, and you had better not scream." Looking back I would have turned him in, but I enjoyed what happened next waaaayyy toooo much. He told me to get on my knees. I dd underneath the shower. He grabbed my jaw and forced my mouth open. He then just face-fucked me. It was rough, and I gagged at first. I discovered quickly after I had no real gag reflex.  This went on for several minutes. I managed to open my eyes, I looked around and there were two other men, jacking off while watching this. While I was sucking this monster cock, the other two men came over and let loose their sperm all over my face.  It was warm, salty, and it tasted just like my own. The men left, and the big cock man told me to swallow everything. Now, I could give myself a mouthful of cum but this was rediculous. He just kept cumming. It felt like an eternity. The shower had run out of hot water by the time we were all done.

As soon as he was finished, he pulled out and left. I never saw him again, but my mouth was sore. I drank all the cum i could. Since that day I have sucked over 50 cocks, swallowed gallons of cum and been fucked a dozen times. My next true story will take place one year later, with matt and his college buddies............

As i cummed, she took it all in, not swallowing as i instructed her to. As i felt my orgasm coming to a close, she continued to suck and hold a quite large amount of cum in her mouth, and even though i had just cummed, i grew even hornier just thinking about what was going to take place next. After i had finished, and she sucked every last drop of cum from my dick, she gave me a look as to what to do now. i didnt say anything but gave her a look to come up and kiss me. Knowing she still had the cum in her mouth turned me on so much. As she began to slowly make her way up to my mouth, I could tell she was still about to cum as i have my fingers in her pussy and she began to moan even more loudly with all my cum in her mouth. My girlfriend must have figured out what i wanted her to do as she began to enjoy this even more now as she purposley was going even slower now to tease me. When she finally reached my mouth, what would come next i wouldnt have expected it to be so good. I opened my mouth wide and i looked her straight in the eye and then withouit warning, she pressed her lips up against mine and fed my my own cum that i gave to her not to long ago. A sudden rush went throughout my body as i thought this was the most erotic thing i have ever done.

As she gave me thee last drop of cum she could, she backed up and looked at me for a second enjoying the site of her boyfriend with his own cum in his mouth and at that moment her orgasm began and i finger-fucked her hard as the orgasm had started. She started to moan and exclamied that she was cumming and with that she hovered over me, meeting each thurst of my fingering with a thrust of her own, and started to kiss me wildly not caring that i now had my own cum in my mouth. It was one of the most passionate and erotic kisses we had ever had as her orgasm ripped through her body. Once she had settled down, she noticed that i had some cum on my cheek and glady licked it up and figuring that she keep it for her self, slowly pressed her lips against mine again and fed me that last drop.

She then got up and with the most sexy and seducing grin a person can have looked at me and asked if we could do that again, i glady responed with a yes.

"Hey baby," she said lethargically to her boyfriend on the other line.

"Hey, you almost finished?" he said calmly.

"Yeah, yeah almost there," she lied poorly, but she had that boy fooled as she finished off her conversation. She noticed the teacher’s notes beside her, Ada – finished, Jonathon – finished, Laurence… She gazed longingly at this last name, she knew she shouldn’t still fancy him, but she worshipped every part of his body, his slender figure, his long golden hair, and his entrancing face. At lunch breaks, she’d always notice detail about his perfect body, the way his top hung off his shoulders, complimenting his handsome chest, the way his hair hung over his face and how his fingers wiped it away to reveal those deep, amber eyes. Surely she could get over him? No, she couldn’t, she wanted him so badly, and couldn’t be perfectly satisfied until she’d had him, held him; she’d always been a perfectionist. But this coursework had got her; she just couldn’t be bothered to evaluate it, to explain it…

"I give up," she said, still clutching the teacher’s sheet… She spun round suddenly as she heard the door creak slowly open and hastily she put down the notes.

"Oh sir, I’m sorry, I’m almost finished…oh" she looked at the figure at the door that had startled her, the tall slender figure. "Laurie?"

"Hey," a cheeky smile flitted across his defined cheeks. He was dressed casually in a pale shirt and his normal dark trousers. Her heart skipped a beat as he walked into the lamplight that had basked her for the past few hours. Why was he here so late? Mouth open she started up at his face.

"Since when do you address me as ‘Sir’?" he laughed. Gerri licked dry lips,

"Oh sorry, I thought you were Mr. Thompson," she looked down at her feet and dug the toes of her black pumps into the carpet. Laurie laughed again, for a moment he stared at her steadily, then down at her poor attempt at her coursework.

"Tut, tut, Ms. Johnson, your going to get a detention for that aren’t you?"

"Since when do you address me by the last name?" She asked sharply, confidence slowly coming back to her. Laurie laughed and sat down beside her, body turned towards the question just directed towards him.

"Well if I’m now ‘Sir’ surely I’m now your teacher?" Gerri smiled timidly at him, he had power over her that made her breathing heavy and her chest flush with coyness.

Together they laughed as they sat in the dull classroom, genuinely enjoying each others companies, and despite Gerri’s cute virginal nature, Laurie saw the lust in her and his eyes could not resist the small section from the lace at the top of her stockings that peeked out from under her tight black skirt and he completely forgot what he was about to say. Gerri noticed his abrupt silence and the flush of his face, which looked almost timid all of a sudden. Concerned, she placed her hand on Laurie’s thigh.

"Laurie?" Roused from his fantasies he shook his head lightly so his hair flopped sexily across his eyes.

"Nothing," Gerri smiled at him, reassured, "I’m just going to get my coursework", "Oh no I’ll get it!" Gerri exclaimed and obediently got up from her seat with a sticky sound as the sweat from her thighs parted from the seat. Laurie stared at her as she wandered over to where he had instructed her to go, assessing her almost as she bent down, revealing those sexy stockings that had compelled him before. He’d only come to see her platonically, she was his friend’s girl, he couldn’t take their relationship further, but surely, no one would find out if he just kissed her…

"It’s not here…" Gerri muttered, "I can’t find it"

"Just keep looking…" Laurie said, subtly lustful as he felt himself go hard as Gerri kneeled at the closet.

"No, I’m afraid it’s not there, are you sure this is where it is?" she turned round as Laurie quickly smartened up. He could see down her blouse now, her breasts softly pushing together as she kneeled down and he got a sudden twinge as he got harder, his cock begging for her.

"Just keep looking," he ordered. Spinning round Gerri continued to search to papers. "This is just text books Laurie, no coursework’s, are you sure it’s in here because-" she took a short, sharp breath in as she heard him behind her and impulsively she got up to face him, closing the closet behind her

"They’re not here…" Laurie put a strong finger on her dry lips to silence her.

"You’re giving up again Gerri," he said disapprovingly. Gerri, backed up against the closet, admired his dominant power over her, but underneath this powerful side of Laurie was a boy who was completely helpless, horny and lovestruck. He grabbed her ass and pulled it firmly against his hips, so she could feel his hardness. His finger ran across her lips and slowly his hand ran it’s way across her flushed face and to the back of her head, suddenly pulling it towards his. She turned away, she couldn’t be unfaithful to her boyfriend…

"Don’t pretend you don’t want me Gerri," She restrained the yelp of fear that climbed up her throat and gulped it down again. She knew she did, she wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anyone. Again he thrust her head towards his waiting lips, ‘maybe I am being to forceful?’ he thought, but then Gerri surprised him by obliging, kissing him passionately, her chest relaxing as she finally did what she’d always wanted to do. She let her leg rise up and stroke his as she hitched up her skirt. He pressed his cheek against hers.

"Take it off," he whispered lustfully in her ear. She stepped back and fumbled with her skirt hooks, failing as her heart skipped beats. He finally wanted her. Smiling he slinked forward and unhooked the catch, letting her skirt fall into a crumpled heap round her feet. Laurie moaned a little in appreciation as he saw the sheen of the stockings that had compelled him before in full. The mood was very sensual as he rubbed her body, admiring her ass as he slipped his hands down her pants. Gerri sighed as she unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his soft, strong chest. She stepped our of her skirt and sat down on the hard carpet and slowly unbuttoned her blouse, taking the chance to finally breath as she slipped it off her shoulders, revealing her perfect breasts inside her bra. Laurie followed her submissively, running his fingers over the crotch of her black lacy pants, listening to the quickening pace of her breathing. "You’re being a very naughty girl Gerri," smiled Laurie.

"Sorry ‘Sir’" Gerri said with a cheeky look.

"I’m afraid I’m going to have to punish you now," She giggled, stopping abruptly as he unzipped his trousers, revealing his hardness to her.

"Turn around," Laurie took off his trousers as Gerri turned around, sitting expectantly on the floor waiting for him. She felt dirty but exhilarated as he unhooked her bra and threw it passionately across the room. Reaching forward he cupped her breasts in his hands, sending shivers of delight down her spine as he rubbed her nipples firmly, then running his hands down her body. He parted her thighs, slowly running his hands up her legs until his hand was on her crotch once more. Gerri sat there compliantly, naked apart from her stockings and panties, loving every movement he made with his expert fingers. Laurie moved his hands under her ass and pushed so she was on her hands and knees.

"Do you really think we should be doing this here?" Gerri said blushing.

"Take a risk Gerri" She squirmed as he pulled himself close behind her and rubbed his hand over her panties, moaning softly as he felt her wetness through them. She could feel how hard he was behind her as she gently rubbed herself against him.

‘Click’ they heard the door to the science corridor open. Simultaneously they tensed up, gasping, Gerri turned round to give Laurie a sharp pleading look. For the first time tonight he showed his worried nature as he watched the door with baited breath.

"Under here!" Gerri sharply whispered to her lover as she scuttled away, grabbing clothes as she went. They was a space under the teacher’s desk, just to the right behind the panelling that hide the pipes from the sink. It was a squeeze, but the pair wriggled in until they felt as secure as they could be, carefully waiting for the unknown person to pass. Looking under the wood Laurie caught a glimpse of feet, and a mop. The cleaner. He whistled whilst he swept the science lab, clearly enjoying the silence and solitude that was rare in the school halls. The couple crouched instinctively, Gerri attentively biting her lip, Laurie holding himself in, half naked and vulnerable.

A few minutes passed.

Silence again.

There was a long breathless silence, Laurie, being the one in front, pulled himself out, slowly and carefully. He stood up gradually, looking around.

"They’re going to lock up in a minute by the way, we should go quickly," Gerri had squeezed herself out, clutching their clothes to her exposed body.

"Yeah, I guess," Laurie smiled to himself, as she handed him his clothes. They were both thinking of something to say, something appropriate, but seeing as they had just revealed themselves to each other, anything was surely appropriate, so Laurie threw caution to the wind.

Gerri felt a rush of warmth, and relief flow through her as he held her, her clothes fallen to the floor as he clung to her naked body, knowing that soon he would have to let go. She pressed close to him, sighing, knowing too what he was thinking. They stood back and looked at each other, Gerri’s mouth tweaked at the left to reveal a sharp smile; she let out a small laugh.

"What now?" she asked. Laurie raised his eyebrows, smiling at the lack of ideas that came to him.

"Lets just get out of here," They mutely agreed as they calming dressed, admiring the diminishing glimpses of each others bodies as they did so.

The sun was almost down as Gerri unlocked her bike with Laurie standing unquestionably near her. They were still lost for words yet the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. Laurie edged forward until he was by her shoulder and leant, close and longing against her. He gently kissed her ear and the two stood together in the fading light. 'God that was close!' thought Gerri as she thought back to their encounter in the classroom. She knew it was wrong but she wanted more.

"Hey do you wanna come round my place tommrow?" Gerri asked timidly.

"Is it going to be rude?"

"Hey I never said that!"

"I'm not coming if it's not rude," Gerri smiled coyly at Laurie and as she had done many a time, she got caught up in his eyes. But it was different this time, he was staring back, and then it just happened.

She'd never kissed him in their brief encounter in the science lab, and she wondered why. It felt great. He tasted warm and comforting and made her moan quietly when he put his tongue against hers. They didn't break away for ages, or so it seemed. They just couldn't stop knowing that tomorrow their morals might have got the better of them.

"Um, so yeah, see you at school tomorrow," Gerri said buring her head against her neck and shoulderes.

"And afterwards?" Gerri remembered what she had said.

"Oh yeah, ok," Both of them had lost their confidence, their abilities to talk to one another so they left, quietly, always looked back and smiling suddenly when they thought of what had happened.

'Was it possible to be in love with two different people?' Gerri wondered as she cycled away in a blissfull ecstacy.

By Rache141

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           Duron
snuck down from the roof with some difficulty, his two daiklaves didn’t help
much either. Five minutes. Across the way and under the tall tree
outside the wall. Three minutes. He climbed the tree with great accuracy and
vaulted the wall. He landed with a thud
on the ground. Two minutes. He darted pass the gardens and pressed
himself against the building wall.Â
There, his entrance, two meters to his left. Seizing the opportunity he made a break for
it. Fifteen seconds. He closed the door behind him and released
his breath. Well done he said to himself
now to find the armory and a place to stow his swords till all was completed.

           The
princess walked back in to the room.Â
Cala had barely enough time to hide herself behind the door. Well so much for stealth. A little blood goes a long way. Cala sprang and seized the princess’
head. The small bones cracked at the
quick twist and her last breath escaped her lips. A pity, the princess would have made a great
bargaining chip if needed. Cala donned
the one necklace, headband, bracelets and anklets. She opened the door with as much dignity as
she could muster, walked down the hall to the great ballroom.Â

           He
slunk down the hall garbed in officers’ dressage. Blue armor with tassels, ornate sword used
more for show than a fight, white tunic underlay. The things he had to do in the name of
righteousness. The door to the ballroom
had been left open. Not being one to
blend well, he stuck out like all the other guards, blue spot in a sea of red
and white. The lay of the room swirled around
him. Music, entertainers, people dancing and laughing, wine it was enough to
make any normal man dizzy, but Duron was here on a mission. Destroy the building that stood on the manse
and liberate the city and the Realm of all dragon-blooded. That was why he had penetrated this building,
trained for so long, and honed his skills…wait what was that? He had been standing at attention trying to
look like the other guards. He looked
and saw her. Black hair braided to her
head and down her back. Imperial
markings all over her and she seemed not to fit in. He turned his eyes back to the front for only
a fraction of a second but when he looked again she had vanished.Â

           Cala
had been seen, she was sure of it. She
had mingled with the crowd matching step for stance, the exact mirror of the
imperial family, and yet the guard had watched her. Maybe he was checking out the action of the
night. No such luck, buddy. He’d sooner have one of her arrows in his
heart than her in his bed. Besides the
dagger she had concealed was for a soldier higher up the food chain than his
peon of a sentry. There he was standing
like a man with no conscience, the snake, the villain, MURDER! Cala could feel
her rage swelling. She needed to calm
down. There wasn’t enough room her to
perfectly aim the dagger and run. She
would have to get close to her target. Very close. Oh
father, forgive me, but this is the only way to put your spirit to rest.

           He
saw her again; the clothes, the hair, definitely a princess. She would be his target. If she lived here
than he knew where the room to the furnaces were, if not then there was one
less dragon-blooded to worry about. She
was leaving! He had to catch her. But he
couldn’t leave; it would cause too much commotion. Suddenly the crowd surged to the walls
pushing Duron back against the door. He
spilled out into the hall. There she
was, walking briskly but not hurriedly.Â
This was almost too easy.

           Cala
had to get out, a side entrance, secret passage, something. There at the far end of the wall, a small
door. Concentrating on concealing her
anima she enveloped herself in her wings.Â
Hurriedly she made her way to the door past the royal guards. Once in the hall she let her cloak fall and
she padded of quickly down the hall. No
one was supposed to be in the halls, then why did she have the distinct feeling
of being followed. She stopped, looked
down as if checking her shirt. She
pulled the dagger out from the hidden sheath under her shirt, three, two, one…

           Duron
saw his chance. He had tailed her to the
end of the hallway, he pulled the short sword from its scabbard, it may not
have been for fighting, but it would frighten any pampered princess. She stopped.Â
Quickly and as quietly as he could he crept up on her. His hand reached for her shoulder…

           Cala
felt him extend his hand before it touched her shoulder. She grabbed it and threw her assailant
against the wall. A loud CRACK echoed
down the hall just as thunderous applause erupted from the ballroom so no one
bothered to investigate.

           Duron
felt the shock wave hit his body through the armor. It shocked him for only a few seconds. The sword he wielded was pressed against her
slender bare stomach. Her dagger was
pressed against his now exposed throat.Â
His helmet lay a few feet from him.Â
A princess that could defend herself, that wasn’t something he counted
on. She stepped closer and he slid the
sword deeper against her soft abdomen.Â

           “I
wouldn’t if I were you.” The woman’s voice was pure silk laced with poison, an
almost hypnotic look in her pale lavender eyes.Â
He had heard the voice before, he was sure of it.

           “And
why not?” came the deep baritone from the man, more mocking her than in
fear. Where had she heard that voice?

           “Because
I will slit your throat so fast you won’t know you are dead until you see the
underworld.” His milky-blue eyes studied
Cala’s face for a moment, he smiled.

           “Why
are you smiling?” The question was more
out of annoyance than shock. Had he gone
delirious at the realization that he would die in a pool of his own blood? Men, who knew.

           Duron
smiled, this was too easy, and this pampered kitten hadn’t the gall to follow
in on her threat. Without hesitation his
hand shot forth grabbing and wrenching her around he dislodged the blade from
her hand.Â

           “Now,
now little princess, lets not be so hasty,” the voice held more warning this
time and sounded mean. He meant to scare
her.

           Little
PRINCESS!? Cala was insulted. She may
have dressed the part but she was no pampered palace pet. He stole a kiss on her cheek. Infuriated she twisted a piece of his flesh
with her free hand. He tried not to
scream in pain but he let her go. Cala
grabbed her dagger from where it had fallen and pointed at the would-be
killer.Â

           “Don’t
follow me,” she said carefully weighing each word, wanting to them to sound as
acidic as possible. With out a backwards
glance she tore down the hall at breakneck speed.

           Don’t follow? Of course he would. He took off running. Damn she was fast and
the skirt did not hide the taut muscles in her legs. He heard behind him the ballroom doors
open. He swore beneath his breath and
continued to follow. He saw her duck
into a room and sped up to grab the door before she locked it.

           Cala
ran as fast as a deer, vaulting over chairs and rugs. She had been caught. Damnit, now she was never get her
chance. The room lay ahead, she wouldn’t
bother changing, and she could steal clothes if she needed it. She closed the door behind her only to have
it burst open, the guard had followed her. She fell to the floor but rolled to
stay out of his reach. Her bow would do
her no good in a close combat situation; she would have to rely on her blade
and martial arts charms. The question
tugged at her mind, how had he stayed on her trail? No mortal man could catch her.

           Duron
fell over himself as he burst through the door, catching himself he spun around
before she had a chance to stick him. He
locked the door but as he turned he saw the real princess on the ground dead.

           “Who
are you?” he asked. He was amazed at her
skills and abilities. She fascinated
him. The woman looked ready to kill him
at all costs.

           The
question startled Cala. Why was he asking, did he not care that his death lay
not more than ten feet from him?

           “I
am no one to be trifled with. Let me go
and I swear I won’t kill you or any family you have.”

           “You
clearly are not the princess, SHE is lying there. You are an assassin. Who and why you are trying to kill is beyond
me, but you are very skilled that is obvious.”Â
He tried to get her off base, falter if need be. Duron pulled a chair out from under a table
and sat.

           “Sit,”
he said motioning to the bed, but Cala wouldn’t sit with an enemy in the room.

           “Or
don’t it’s all the same,” Duron said it mockingly; the woman was clearly not
trusting of anyone.

            “Why are you talking to me,” Cala asked. The seeds of her anger died in her. This man meant her no harm, but why was he
trying to be her…friend!? Cala finally
sat.

           “Good
now we can talk. My name is Duron.” He waited for her to answer. It was almost comical to see the dumbfounded
look on the young woman’s face.

           “Uh…My
name is…uh…O’na.” Cala finally recovered to say a name but why did it have to
be the one of the dead princess. What
was it about this man that seemed so familiar and why did he make her question
her senses?

           “No
its not, ‘O’na’ is her name,” Duron said motioning to the body lying on the
floor. It was half scolding half
playful, he needed to find out who or what this woman was and how she had
become so strong.Â

           “Your
name has spirit behind it, so are we going to be truthful or do we have to sit here
till the real guards come and find us?”

           REAL guards, so he wasn’t a guard. The question almost made Cala laugh but
instead of she smirked. No harm in
revealing herself to this man. If he wanted
to talk to death, let him.Â

           “Cala,
my name is Cala,” she said in her soft voice that sounded like a purr more than
a human voice.

           “Good
now I know your name and you know mine.”

           By
the gods, she was beautiful. Those pale
lavender-gray eyes that glowed like the moon, that brilliant small smile on her
pretty lips, her long, silky black hair.Â
Beautiful but deadly. An elegant
predator sat before him and her clothing did little to hide the power her body
contained. Her gaze made him aware of
himself and he cleared his throat hoping to ease the rising heat in his
body. What was happening?

           “OK,
so do you mind explaining how you kept up with me in the hall? I am faster than any man alive.” She had him.Â
He was after all human. His gaze
flickered up her form. He was almost
drooling. Cala smiled inwardly.

           Duron
stood and turned around, this was hard.Â
He felt his cast mark burn through the headband. He felt his heart skip a beat as he heard her
shift off the bed. This had never
happened before. He had seen beautiful
women but none like this, he had to know, a part of him had to know. Turning he found her almost at the window.

           “STOP,”
Duron said, a little louder than expected.

           Cala
turned and faced him. Well she almost
made it. “Yes?” The purr again this time
it was soft and vibrant.

           Duron
controlled himself enough to walk over to her.Â
He ripped the headband from her forehead. There beneath the royal fabric lay the mark
he was hoping to find.

           Cala
jumped the bed, grabbed her bow and arrows from their hiding spot. How dare him
and now he would pay with his life. Her
body infused with essence, she laced the arrow making it sharp and sure. She turned and aimed right for his evil
heart. But the look on his face and the
way he stood caused her to stop. Her
eyes traveled up to his brow. Duron had
pulled back his hair revealing the golden disk that burned like the sun. His body ignited in a blue flame and his eyes
shown through the light.

Cala was
speechless; her weapons fell from her hands.Â
Another Chosen, it couldn’t be but it
was. Her exalted soul rejoiced at the
sight of him not knowing why.

Without a word she ran to him and
he engulfed her in his arms. He felt
like he had found a long lost friend.Â
The joy overwhelmed them both.

           “We
have to leave, now,” Cala said urgently.Â
Duron nodded. He also had to get
his swords and get out of this monkey suit.Â
She collected her quiver and bow when she stood; Duron had a puzzled
look on his face.

           “You
aren’t going to change out of those,” he said pointing to her clothing.

           “No,
I stole them, I stole the ones I had on and I’ll steal another pair if I need
it.”

           Her
carefree attitude amazed him. He went to
the door and looked out into the hall.Â
No one, good this would be quick.Â
He started to inch his way down the hall he turned to see if Cala was
following him. She was right there at
his side matching his speed with her own quite steps. The armory was one floor down so they needed
to find the stairs. The stairs were big
and open not a good place to hide a big guy like himself. Cala saw his hesitation and asked what was
wrong.

           “My
daiklaves and clothes are in that room but it’s to open, someone will notice
me,” he whispered.

           Now
it was her turn to show her anima. With
careful concentration she felt her body become light as the wind. Her body was washed in silver light. Her anima wings unfolded at her back. With equal amazement Duron watched her become
invisible and almost fly down the stairs not a sound could be heard even when
the heavy wooden door was opened.

           Cala
looked and saw the two big swords in the back.Â
When she picked them up they were weighty but felt secure in her small
palm. Pulling the scabbards over her
head she found his clothes. Tempted she
breathed in his scent. He smelled earthy
and warm. Her head spun at the pleasing
smell. Cala made her way back to the
door, checking right and left no one in sight.Â
She hauled herself and the weapons up the stairs still making no sound
not even to breathe. When she reached
Duron he lifted the swords off her shoulders and took the clothes from her.

           “Now
we can leave.” Duron left the armor in the hall and dressed as he ran. There was a window open and Cala looked
out. It wasn’t far to the ground. She vaulted to the earth landing close to the
wall. Duron landed with a loud thud a
few feet from her. They scaled the wall
and jumped to the ground below. Once in
the street Cala led him to where she was staying, a large room with windows
which were easy to get in and out of.Â

           “Do
you ever use the door?” he asked as they clambered into the lamp lit room

           “If
it is daytime,” Cala said laughing.Â
“It’s not much but it’s fine for now.”

           For
now, he echoed in his mind. He watched
her place the jewelry in a bag and then sit down in a chair. The fabric did little to conceal her legs.

           “What,”
she asked, amused at the color that reddened his cheeks. He was embarrassed how cute. Cala knew fully how she was dressed and how
she looked to him. But knowing that did
not make it easier for her to not notice the muscles underneath his shirt. Â It was all she could do to not rip his shirt
off or for that matter his pants. It was
all she could do to keep her own color from reddening.

           Duron
sat on the bed and began to tell his story.Â
Maybe if he talked he could get the image of her body out of his
mind. But looking into those watchful
eyes, knowing they saw every muscle and minute expression that passed across
his face, did not make them any less seductive or any less inviting. How was it that she made him feel uneasy and
comfortable at the same time? He
searched his soul only to come up blank.Â
As his story ended he looked and watched the laughter and smile dance in
her eyes. When she smiled, his mind was
floored.

           Cala
could feel the heat rise in her face as he looked at her intently. His long dark messy hair, his strong arms and
body, her own body ached to feel it against her again. His eyes, oh those beautiful light blue eyes,
she felt as if he could see to her very soul.Â
She turned her head and reached for the locket in the drawer of the
table.Â

           “Now
it’s my turn,” she said playfully watching as his hands brushed back his hair
and then lay firmly on the bed. He was
all ears to her. He laughed at the funny
parts, his laugh was brilliant. It
radiated through her soul like nothing ever had before. His face saddened at the murder and
brightened at how she became exalted.Â
When she finished she held his gaze, wanting to linger in those pools of
blue peace. His face was alive with
light and passion.Â

           Duron
watched her face, expressive and beautiful.Â
He longed to touch it, to feel the softness beneath his fingers. He longed to kiss her, to breathe in the
sweet scent he knew lingered on her skin. He was entranced. Before he could stop himself, he was standing
over her, his hand cupped her cheek. She
nuzzled her face to it feeling the warmth of his skin on her cool face. Her skin was silk beneath his calloused hand.
She placed her hand over his and kissed his palm. Duron couldn’t help but feel a twinge of
jealousy for his hand. He brought his
face down to hers and found her lips full and welcoming.Â

           He
tasted incredible, the energy and power.Â
The passion, in a simple lingered kiss.Â
Cala placed her arms around his neck and he pulled her up and hugged her
close to him. She traced his face and
neck kissing him where her fingers touched.Â
He felt amazing, so much strength and fervor in his arms. She laced his shoulders, the force that she
sensed in those muscles. She felt
fragile and small in his embrace. He
held her as if she were a priceless piece of glass, strong and delicate. She kissed him again but more fiercely and
deliberately. He returned her kiss with
equal passion savoring every inch of her mouth with his tongue. His hands made a path down her back mapping
every subtle curve. Holding her with one
arm he traced her leg with his finger tips.Â
Her hands went beneath his tunic tracing every crease and muscle on his
abdomen and chest. He moaned softly at
her touch. She pulled at his shirt
violently throwing it across the room till it met the wall. He saw in her eyes a wild passion, which he
could not deny that he felt himself. He
wanted her and she wanted him just as much.Â
He pulled her to the bed holding her beneath him. Cala smiled and laughed at the rush of
emotions, she wanted him alright and would do anything to make him just as
crazy as she was. She kissed him
intensely and moved to the head of the bed.Â
Smilingly slyly she waved her finger at him in a come-and-get-me gesture
and Duron was more than happy to oblige her.Â
He was on top of her in an instant and she laughed at the wildfire in
his eyes.

           “You’re
laughing at me,” he said, trying to sound as hurt as possible.

           “No,
never,” she said stretching her hands above her head, knowing that he was
getting a full view of what was to come.Â
“I’m laughing because you may not want to leave after this.”

           “Who
says I was going to?” Duron pulled her close to him feeling every curve of her
body with his. He heard her moan as he
deepened the kiss, his body pleading to be next to hers. He laid a breathless Cala back to the
bed. He showered her face with kisses,
moving to her neck where his tongue pressed against her sweet pulse. Her hands etched his back and her sighs of
pleasure fueled his exploration. His
hands traveled down her sides moving to the front of her shirt. His fingers untied the string that held the
shirt and drew her into kiss as he shed the offending article. He was not disappointed. Two full, firm mounds greeted his gaze and
Cala giggled at the look.

           “I’m
glad that you like,” she said huskily with the same deep purr as before. He smiled and kissed her fervently. She slid her hands down his chest reaching
for the belt around his waist. She felt
his hand at her wrist bringing her hands above her head. Cala looked at him in surprise but he shook
his head and pressed his mouth to her trim neck. He heard her gasp in delight as he pressed
his free palm against her breast. His
mouth moved from her neck to the other firm mound and he sucked and pressed his
tongue in turn on her already hard nipples.Â
Her moans and sighs beneath his mouth made him want her even more, so
bad that his body could barely stand it.Â
He moved to her stomach savoring each kiss as her hands combed through
his hair. His fingers found the tie of
her skirt and slowly untied it as he pressed a hand slowly to her hip. She cried out in uninhibited passion as the
skirt found the floor. He looked up and
gazed upon her body drinking in the beautiful woman who lay before him. Cala could feel his tender eyes on her, her
mind swirled in a sea of desire. She
looked at him biting her bottom lip, wanting so much for him to take her
now. Duron sat up, gods he was hard. He wanted to feel her around him, in him,
coursing through his veins.Â

           She
sat up and moved to him, her long black hair brushing his skin. She kissed his shoulders and neck running her
hands down his bare chest.

           “I’m
all yours,” she whispered softly to him.Â
Her hands moved to his pants searching for a way to remove them. Â

           Duron
pulled her to him, kissing her soundly.Â
He laid her back and stood. He
blew out the lamp, leaving only the stars and moon to illuminate the room. He removed his boots and pants. He could feel her watchful eyes on him
studying, tracing his body in the moonlight, taking in every muscle and
curve. When he finally turned he heard
her breath catch. Cala had never seen a
man like Duron before, powerful and strong in all the right ways. He moved to the empty side of the bed and lay
down next to her pulling her close. He
kissed her letting his hand explore her body once more. Her hand came to rest below his face on his
neck pulling his face close extending the kiss.Â
Down the subtle curve of her neck, across her slender shoulders,
stroking the valley between her breasts feeling each tenderly, lightly touching
her stomach, caressing over her beautiful hips.Â
His fingertips lingered at her legs, slowly moving over her calf and
thigh, in between her legs. As each cry
and moan of passion escaped her lips, his own desire was fueled and he could
feel the intense heat that radiated through him. His hand found her sweet spot,
his fingers playing with her lips, feeling the warm moisture emit from her
body.

           Cala’s
body and mind reeled in the bliss. Never
before had something made her body quake and convulse. Her fingers played on his muscles, making
their way to his groin. He called out in
ecstasy as her fingers traced his manhood, feeling every rock hard inch. She could stand it no longer, “Take me,” she
moaned in half-plea, half-command. Duron
chuckled “Not yet,” he whispered lustily in her ear.Â

 I must admit here,I did tend to torment these two mates a bit and on this occasion I noted as we entered our front door my torment had affected their trouser set. Both had a protrusion visible but not fully hard. So what followed was down to my tormenting. On entering the room,sure enough my wife was tucked up as usual,her cleavage was plentifully revealed and by the hardness of her nipples pushing at the material,not a lot if anything was underneath. Blushing slightly, "Oh! I didn't expect company,I'm all ready for bed,you two don't usually call in at this time,sorry I'm all undressed,I didn't realise" Moving a bit uncomfortably,she closed her top a bit and gave me a glower. She also moved her legs from how she was sat with them tucked under her bum to back to the floor. Innocently showing a lot of thigh at the back almost up to her bum cheeks.

 My two mates eye's were watching every move and again my wife flushed up although I got the impression she never realised just how much she had shown in changing her position. "I suppose you wont say no to a bottle each,I'll get them.I didn't ought to but in the circumstances I need another little glass myself" She on getting up revealed a certain amount of inner leg and again my mates clocked every bit on show. I,realising I'm in the shit moved to follow my wife to the fridge in the kitchen aiming to quell any outburst after they leave. 'I'll get one for myself while you're at it' Following her out,now out of earshot, "How could you do that?" she whispered, "What if I'd been playing,they'd had caught me" 'I didn't dream they'd come in,it was only because I'd been acclaiming your virtues and I thought they'd just pop up for a pee and piss off,with perhaps just popping their heads round the door to say goodnight to you'

 "Well its all really embarrassing for me,how long do you think they'll hang in there?" 'Offering a bottle wont help,they've had more than usual tonight' "Oh! I guessed as much when they appeared,I hope they don't try any funny business,being they've been drinking" - "You know what I mean,I know your mates,I sometimes wonder what you and they get up too behind my back" Shit I need to change this conversation fast! My wife done it for me as she chirped up again. "Should I get dressed again just in case?" 'No,they'll read that like a book,Just play it by ear' "Okay,but the wine has made me sleepy,I nearly dropped off as you were later than usual" - From the living room, - "You brewing it out there?" In we went with their bottle's.

 A conservation then struck up about various topics that didn't exclude the merits of my wife,which in turn made her flush up somemore,but behind it I knew she secretly sucked up to this flattery. "You carry on,but not to late,I'm snuggling down for a while,I'll be listening mind so be careful what you say"  Gary responded, "If its about you Trish' it'll be all good flattering stuff" "Yeah,I bet! Out of earshot I bet its lewd,I know you bugger's remember" The picture of innocents as they looked at each other and me. "Would we? Would we really think rude things about a mate's wife?" Another blush as she closed her eyes but not her ears. In a while the chat deminished as my wife modified her position. I'd just moved to get another bottle each when as she moved from her side slouch to making her legs less bent towards her ass. her garment slid up her thighs more than it had been.

 A silent nudge by Gary on Bill had not been missed by yours truly and on return I intended to see what had attracted their attention. It became clear as on my return I moved round behind their seats which happened to be opposite my wife, - normally for my benefit regarding any female occupying the settee. There it was before them. Although in shadow,the very tops of my wife's thighs and the lower portion of her belly with some pubic fur was on show although her slit was way hidden down between her legs. I knew she never wore panty's or anything when ready for bed,so it came as no surprise.

 Do I tap her or anything to get it covered or make out I haven't noticed? I make a flash decision, - No pun intended, If she's woken,she'll be totally embarrassed. If I leave her,she'll have no idea she'd flashed anything and I knew the two horny mate's would not tell her at anytime. Again I clocked an awareness in their trouser's though. Dirty sods. What about me? Yeah! I put my hand up for that! All conversation ceased from this point. Then they realised I'd clocked their intregue. Feeling a bit awkward,they both grinned and tried to not keep looking. I spread my hands as if to indicate,be my guest. They did and all. I felt a shit later,about what I done next. I got up and gently eased her clothes up slightly to remove the shaded affect to her charms. They now had a clear view of what she was showing.

 Their trousers reflected their appreciation. Gary,made a squeeze her booby's guesture. I in turn while grinning widely at giving them a chance at seeing my bedtime fun,carefully opened the vee to reveal as much titty as I dared,should my wife wake while I was about doing this devilish exposure of her assets. I indicated that I needed a piss and while lying about this I slunk off to watch their reaction to being left alone with my wife's exposed goodies. I had little time to wait. Watching through the serving hatch, Bill stood and without further ado,while grinning at Gary he cunningly ran a finger over one of my wife's nipples which made it even more prominent under her silky nightdress. Then Gary stood as Bill sat back and in turn touched my wife's naked lower thigh as if to press it open.

 He jerked back to his seat as she moved as though awakening but no! She just moved the top leg up towards the settee rest and her quim was all exposed showing her inner labias tightly stuck to each other and a full on of her pubes. I headed back into the room now. In guilt,they beckoned me to them, "We haven't touched her,she moved like that on her own" 'You're a pair of lucky bastards,if she knew you'd seen that much,she's banish you for life' "FUCK! Don't ever let on,you're a lucky fucker,we'll think of you with her,we'd better fuck off and let you get on with it" I grinned widely as I added, 'See,I told you she's all woman' Gary, "Not half,I know she's your wife and I shouldn't say this,sober I wouldn't,but I'd give a weeks pay for just one night playing mother's and father's with her.

 Punching him on the arm in fun, 'I've got it every night for free,well it took a licence mind' Bill added, 'Yeah! You lucky bastard' We startled as my wife's leg moved and being a bit dumpy she rolled off the settee to get to her feet,in turn showing the back of her clothes high up her ass and the complete ass crack and her puffy pussy's outer vulva peeking from her thigh's. Completely unaware of this display. "I'm off to bed,be quiet when you two leave,its late mind,I need my bed" As she stood partly dopey it seemed,they moved to give her a peck on the cheek. Gary took this opportunity to caress her tit,which she seemed unaware off,while in taking his turn Bill held her closer by holding a cheek of her now covered ass. I had a full beat on as did my horny mate's and Bill's cock must have pressed against my wife's belly as he kissed her. Then they were gone.

 I followed my wife to bed and being late it was not till morning we made love. Within these moment's my wife said, "that was funny last night with those mate's of yours,I dreamt they tried to fondle me" I woke up feeling ever so randy" 'You dirty little bitch,I'll have to keep my eye on you,thinking things like that,it sounds as though you fancy them' "Don't be so ridiculous,its nothing of the sort,I wish I hadn't said anything to you now" Squeezing her tightly, 'If you did,its mutual,they fancy you like mad' Blushing at me, "Don't say that,put it up me again,its making me want you some more"

 Her orgasm was stupendous minutes later. "I only want you silly" I lifted from her and smiling down at her face. 'Me too,but I'm not so sure about them' A tight hug followed that went on forever it seemed.

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 As soon as my wife closed the door and the driver took off she straddled me and began to grind on my cock through our clothes. She was so horny that she was trying to get straight to the fucking. I tried to hold her off but my resolve was weakening and my dick was betraying my mind and my heart by becoming instantly hard. She was like an octopus with her hands everywhere. She was kissing me and sucking on my neck and rubbing her breasts against my chest. I wanted her and at the same time I hated her. Why was she doing this? I fought with her to leave me alone but she was determined to fuck me no matter what I did. I was becoming weaker seeing her breast heave up and down as she took deeper breaths while wrestling with me. Her hair was wild and her bedroom eyes were boring into me, she looked so fuckable. I was torn between this beautiful woman and my wonderful marriage. My dick throbbed painfully reminding me that it needed release and it needed it now! The beautiful woman won.

I became angry and determined to make her suffer for making me want to betray my family. The boiling blood was like a fuel to me as I determined to make the bitch pay for this. I could see her desperation to fuck me and decided to use it against her to torment her. As she continued to straddle me, I pulled her dress aside at the top tearing it and exposing her naked breast. I stared at it for a moment licking my lips and allowing the cold air to hit, making her nipples hard. I circled my tongue around her breast waiting to taste her nipple in my mouth but I wanted to torture her. When the nipples peaked I brought my hot mouth to it and lavished it with my tongue. She let a soft moan escape her lips as I suckled. With my mouth still on the one nipple I exposed the other breast and began to squeeze that nipple softly with my fingers making her lean her head back and arch her back forcing her breasts closer to the source of such electric pleasure. She told me to bite her nipples and I did, gently at first then harder and harder, suckling and biting, suckling and biting. Licking and suckling and biting. "Mmmmm.... Yes Daddy!!! OOOHH baby... Yes... bite me harder!!

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She was so wet I could feel her pussy juices through my pants. I continued the deliciousness for what seemed like eternity. I brought her to such heights of pleasure that she grabbed my head and did her best to keep my mouth locked on her tits and I locked my mouth on them like a pit bull attached to his moms tits. She was trying to unzip my pants to expose my hard dick so that she could mount it and ride me while I suckled her tender breasts, but I removed her hands and brought them both behind her back holding them firmly together by the wrists with one of my strong hands.

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I continued to lavish her nipples with my tongue until she began to moan louder and louder. When she was on the verge of the same orgasmic bliss I was when she sucked my dick, I stopped, leaving her nipples throbbing and aching for more. She looked at me with a pouty face when I stopped, turning me on even more. I was going to fuck her until she begged me to stop. I opened the sunroof and the privacy window allowing the driver to witness what I was about to do to her next. I told her to stand up and put her head thru the sunroof and look out at everything we were driving by. She looked at me with lustful desperation in her eyes wanting to fuck and forget about the sunroof but the smoldering anger in my eyes told her to obey. She stood and looked out as she was told. As she was standing in the sunroof enjoying the ride and looking up at the beautiful night sky I lifted her dress. My hands slide up to her panties. She inhaled sharply as I ripped them off of her destroying them in an instant. She tried to look down in the limo to see what I was doing but I command her not to look back inside of the limo at all.

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She felt my hands moving up her legs, caressing her thighs as they moved towards her delectable delight. She moaned as she felt my fingers running along her pussy lips and I felt her clit throbbing in response and aching to be touched. I sniffed her her musky scent like a dog sniffing his bitch and the smell of it drove me over the edge. I slipped my finger between her lips and gently fondled her waiting clit, a moan rose up in her throat. I gently massaged her clit until I could feel her pussy juices begin to flow even more than they already had. People were riding by the limo looking at her standing in the sunroof with a look of maximum pleasure on her face as she moaned out in ecstasy. I then used my hot tongue and slid it up her legs, kissing both thighs as I penetrated her pussy with two of my fingers. She moaned loudly. Her legs were becoming so weak that she was having trouble standing but I told her that if she fell I would not fuck her. She was so desperate for my dick that she found the strength to stand there and be pleasantly tortured.

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As my tongue moved closer to her pussy she tensed up in anticipation of what was to come. While she was so focused on the deliciousness of my tongue meeting her clit, I surprised her by putting a finger in her tight ass while leaving my two fingers in her pussy. I finger fucked her as her knees began to buckle. She began to thrust her pussy onto my fingers like a wild woman. When she was about to reach an orgasm I removed my fingers from her pussy and slipped my tongue between her lips. “YYYEEESSSSSSSS Daddy, YESSSSSSS!!” She moaned. I gently licked and flicked my tongue on her clit sending electric shockwaves through her. She screamed out from the goodness of it all. I slipped yet another finger in her ass as she lifted one of her legs over my shoulder and rested her foot on top of my head to give me better access to her clit. I lavished her clit with my exquisite tongue and she purred like a cat. Her pussy tasted like honey as I swallowed her juices. She was delicious. I had given in to the adultery.

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 We came to a stop at a stoplight and the man in the car next to us looked up at her and saw the sexy look on her face and heard her cries of pleasure. He was unable to see me through the tinted windows so he stared back at her as as I intentionally made her moan louder. She looked him in his eyes with her smoky bedroom eyes as I continued to pleasure her and I could see the lust well up in his eyes. We drove off as I diligently made erotic strokes with my tongue on her clit. She looked up at the stars and cried out as I brought her to a divine climax. I feel her clit throbbing in my mouth and I moved my fingers in and out of her ass faster and faster as I stuck my tongue in her pussy bringing her to another climax and another still. By this time she was screaming, YESSSSSSSS, YESSSSSSSSSS YESSSSSSSSSS!!

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While her multi orgasmic pleasure continued I joined her in the sunroof and pulled out my dick and rubbed it up against her ass. I began to kiss the back of her neck very passionately as she pressed her ass into my rock solid dick. With small orgasmic shockwaves still shooting through her body, she began to grind her ass on my dick until I could feel the pre-cum release from it. I took my hands and spread her cheeks wide as I entered her ass with my throbbing manhood. I let out a low guttural moan as I leaned forward a little burying my face in her hair and she lifted her ass allowing me deeper access into it. I got my cock only an inch or so in when I felt her ass tighten around it. I waited a minute allowing her ass to adjust to my cocks intrusion. When I could no longer take the wait I pulled back and thrust another inch into her slowly. She began to beg me to put it all the way in but I continued this slowly torturous pace until I felt my entire shaft in her ass. I was in heaven. Her ass was so tight and I was barely able to keep from cumming. I began to thrust in and out of her ass as we rode the streets standing in the sunroof. I was growling and moaning and whenever we stopped, people were staring, aware that we were fucking in the sunroof of the limo but I did not care to hide it, in fact being watched turned me on more. I had given in to the adultery.

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She  leaned forward a little and started to lift her ass up and down and up and down on my dick, hard and fast. I was reeling from the tightness of her ass my and dick was ready to explode. My balls filled with the cum that was denied release earlier and I was ready to shoot my sperm into her hot tight ass. I begin to thrust harder and deeper into her like a dog fucking his bitch....."Fuck me daddy!! Ooooh.... fuck me like the slut that I am" she said making my shaft fill and expand stretching her ass to it's limits. She leaned her head back looking up into the night sky and when the first shot of cum fired into her ass like a bullet, I let out a wolf-like howl. "OOhhhhhh yes daddy... give this little slut your cum. I want it all baby!!"  she screamed. I continued thrusting in her ass as her hole milked my cock for all of it's cum. I was standing there releasing my cum into another womans ass, I had fully betrayed my wife and kids.

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When I was done shooting my cum into her ass to my surprise I found that my dick was still hard, I wanted her pussy and I wanted it badly. I hated myself and her for what she was making me do but I couldn’t stop this downward spiral. I pulled her back into the limo and leaned her over the seat with her face in the rear window. She was on all fours with her pussy aimed at my massive dick. Using no gentleness, I rammed my dick into her pussy fucking her doggy style. I reached out and grabbed her shoulders pulling her to me with each thrust as I used my dick like a battering ram in her pussy. I was completely out of control behaving like wild untamed beast as I fucked her with every ounce of anger I could muster. She began screaming as I fucked her hard and rough almost like a rape. I said "Scream bitch...scream like the whore you are" and she let out a scream from somewhere in her soul. This made my dick ache with the desire to fill her pussy with my seed. "Fuck me good daddy. Nobody has ever fucked me like you baby...mmmm.... give it to me good" she screamed. The more she screamed the more I rape fucked her showing no mercy. It felt so good that I was losing it and she kept screaming "fuck me like a dog baby... aaaaaahhhhhhh..... this dick is so good!!!

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I feel her clit begin its throbs as an orgasm suddenly took over her. Her toes curled, my legs stiffened and my cock almost ached as I growled like an angry dog over and over again. She purred like a wild cat as her orgasmic release intensified and my non stop pounding brought her to a multi orgasmic frenzy. I continued humping like an animal banging her pussy with no mercy. She came so much that she began to get dizzy and almost pass out. She told me that she could take it anymore and I told me to shut her little slut ass up. My anger was boiling over as I thought of how good the fucking felt and how she made me cheat on my wife. I hated her. I pulled her hair yanking her head back as I held her hair like horse reigns and used it as leverage as I fucked her so hard that I exploded in an earth shattering orgasm causing the cum I shot out to fill her pussy and SQUIRT from her pussy and back onto my dick and down her legs.

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This turned her on so much that her pussy erupted in another orgasm. I could feel her pussy contracting and tightening on my dick bringing me to yet another devastating orgasm before I was through with the first one. That had never happened to me before and I was growling and grunting like a mad beast angry with her for bringing this primal behavior out of me. Her pussy was making me cum again and again and again as the cum continued to move through my pulsating dick at the speed of light. I was filling her cunt with seed that should have only been in my wife. My anger was overwhelming as I thrust so hard and deep into her trying to break her womb.

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My rage grew and grew with each orgasm when suddenly my body became tight and I was unable to move. My muscles ached to move, my heart was racing rapidly and a fire began building in my balls in the midst of the other orgasms. I held my breath in anticipation just as my dick allowed the most massive orgasm to burst forth releasing my jizsm into her juicy pussy. My body involuntarily jerked and thrust quickly getting it all out filling her as my cum ran out of her pussy and down the back of her legs and the front of mine. A low deadly roar erupted from deep within my chest as my balls ached to get all of the cum out. My muscles spasmed as my cum shot into her pussy slamming into her walls and ricocheting back onto my dick. With each load being released my body forced a thrust into her pussy as I stood helpless to do anything but cum. I grunted and grunted as my body and slowly my mind began to give way to the feelings that had taken over me. When I had nothing more to release my anger finally subsided and my dick softened and slipped out of her pussy.  I fell back into the opposite seat completely spent.

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Out of breath I decided that I wanted to know the first name of the slut who just ruined my marriage. I asked her her name and she told me Amber. She offered me her number which I grudgingly took. I could not refuse her yet I hated her so much. Sitting there staring at her as she dressed herself I began to get hard again. I couldn’t get enough of her. Pussy got while cheating was better than anything I had ever felt in my life. I see why so many people did it. This whore had brought out the worst in me. The realization of what I had just done rocked me to the core especially when faced remembering that I fucked this slut’s cunt raw (with no protection). My seed now ran through her, seed that should be in another woman. She could be carrying my child if not now very shortly. I could feel my rage boiling again and my dick was ready to punish her some more but I knew if I touched her at that moment I would hurt her. I needed to put a stop to it for her own good as much as that went against everything I desired.

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As soon as we get into town I opened the door and let her out on a corner. She wasn't even completely dressed yet but I didn’t care. For her own safety I needed to put as much distance between me and her as possible as quickly as possible. I hated her. I told the driver to drive off leaving her standing there on the corner looking like a freshly fucked hooker. I hated Amber Lawson, but I loved fucking her. I wished I had never met her but I'm glad I did. Something in me had snapped and I knew that I could never be faithful again. Pussy that good had me hooked. I knew I would look Amber up again soon because I needed more of that. I was addicted!Â

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 I went to the privacy window and slipped the driver two hundred dollar bills. He knew it was silence money and he greedily accepted. I sat in the back of the limo desperately waiting for the moment when I could fuck this stranger again. And I would...

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Two weeks later I was standing at the altar being best man to my friend as he married his teenage bride. Directly across the room from me was Ms. Lawson standing as Maid Of Honor for the bride. I was standing in the middle of church rock hard just looking at the woman that made me be unfaithful to my loving wife. I hated her. During the ceremony she would look over at me and lick her lips and it would make my cock twitch like crazy just remembering the things those lips and that tongue had done to me under my dinner table two weeks ago. I was very relieved when the ceremony was over.

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The reception was well under way when the bridal party was called to dance together. I knew that this meant that I would have to dance with Amber. Reluctantly I walked over and extended my hand to her and she eagerly accepted. As the slow music began she leaned in close to me and whispered in my ear that she couldn’t wait to fuck me. She lightly grazed her hand across my cock and my cock rose to the occasion within seconds. She smiled as she felt my manhood pressed into her stomach. I looked at her with a stern look on my face. I was in heaven and hell again and I hated this bitch for putting me there. As the music began to die down and the applause began she leaned in close once more and told me to meet her outside in five minutes and walked off of the dance floor along with everyone else.

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I walked over to my wife and explained to her that I needed to get to the restroom quickly, giving her some bullshit story about my stomach being upset. She offered me something for my stomach but I refused, telling her that I just needed some time in the mens room and I would be fine. She kissed me on the cheek and I left. I walked in the direction of the restroom and turned the corner that led outside. There she was waiting outside all alone. I walked up to her and she told me to follow her. As much as I did not want to do this my dick was doing all of the thinking for me and I followed behind her like a puppy. I walked behind her watching her plump ass switch from side to side in front of me. She knew I was watching and put on one hell of a show. I was so horny watching her I’m surprised I wasn’t drooling.

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She crossed the street in front of the reception hall that led to the small park on the property. I followed her down a tiny path which led to a thicket of trees that enclosed us as though we were in a very thick forest. When she was sure we could not be seen she turned to me and smiled. She raised her dress slightly allowing me to see that she was wearing no underwear. Her hand slid down to the small dark bush that covered her pussy. She slid her finger between her pussy lips and then placed them on my lips beckoning me to open up. I parted my lips and she shoved her fingers between them forcing me to taste her pussy juices. I tried to resist but the taste was so good that I licked her finger clean.

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I kneeled down in the grass and pulled her to me. I raised her right leg and threw it over my left shoulder. I did the same with her left leg over my right shoulder. I grabbed her ass and stood up with her pussy less than two inches from my face. Her musky scent so tantalizing I could feel the pre-cum wetting my pants. Without another second I pushed her ass forcing her cunt into my mouth. I ate her delicious pussy like a fiend. She moaned and groaned as I lavished her clit with an exquisite tongue bath.

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She tried to scoot closer to my face as I brought her to the brink of orgasm over and over again, but she was already as close as she could get. I suckled her little nub and just as she was about to release her juices into my mouth I would slack off making her beg me for more. She would hump my face trying to get me to make her cum but I would only give in to her when I felt ready to. Each time I brought her to the brink she would beg me, “please, please… don’t stop…” “Don’t stop what?” I would ask her demanding she tell me what she wanted. “Lap this pussy like a dog you bastard!” she would scream, “Make me cum!”

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As she was suspended in air on my shoulders with her pussy in my face while I devoured it, I suckled her clit into my mouth one last time and began to move my tongue over her clit at the speed of light. She cried out as she locked her legs around my neck. She gripped my head and began to buck on my face fucking my tongue and nose. I continued moving my tongue over her clit like a vibrator until she leaned her head back, tightened her thighs around my neck almost suffocating me and screamed out into the night as the first of a cluster of orgasms rocked her body. She began to squirt her juices all over my face and I lapped up what I could like a dog but it was too much to swallow it all. Â Her stiffened body convulsed as she continued to release her juices. This turned me on so much that my dick was ready to burst. Before her orgasms ended I placed her on the ground and forced her onto all fours. I got down behind her and rammed my dick into her still orgasming pussy.

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She screamed, “EEEEYYYYEEEESSSSSSSSS, YYYYEEESSSSSSSS YYYEEEESSSSSSSSS, YYYEEESSSSSSSSSSS! I plunged deeper and deeper with every thrust as she continued to orgasm. Suddenly I felt the hot boiling cum to fill my balls. I groaned out almost in pain. I wanted to cum so bad it hurt. Deeper and deeper I thrust into her. The cum filled my shaft making it swell as I tried to force my cock through her cervix and into her womb. She pushed back onto my dick matching me thrust for thrust. She screamed at me, “How does this immoral pussy feel? Cum in my pussy! Gimme all of your wife’s cum!!!” Her words made me more and more angry but I could not stop, her pussy was too good. She continued to yell… “I want your wife’s cum you bastard. Fill my cunt with another womans cum… mmmm good dick Daddy.” I was fucking her so hard that she was beginning to wimper but I didn’t give a fuck. I hated her and loved fucking her at the same time. “Fill my pussy with the cum that belongs to your wife NOW you cheating bastard!” As soon as those words escaped her lips I felt the cum shoot out of my balls, rocket through my shaft into the head of my cock where it spurt forth out of my pulsating dick into her pussy. “Take my wifes cum you bitch” I grunted out. “I hate you, you filthy slut home wrecker.” I could hear myself growling and groaning as I thrust one last time gripping her waist to hold her still while I released into her pussy.

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I shot out load after load of cum into her juicy pussy until I could no longer breathe. I could feel the cum that only belonged in my wife’s pussy begin to ooze past my dick and out of her pussy. I held her in position refusing to let her go even after my dick softened inside of her pussy. When I was no longer angry I shoved her forward making my dick plop out of her pussy. I shoved so hard, she fell to the ground. I got up removed the handkerchief from my pocket and wiped my face and then my dick. I zipped my pants and threw the hanky on the ground with her and walked off heading back to the hall. I made a beeline for the mens room where I washed my face and hands. I walked over to the table where my wife was and planted a kiss on her lips letting her get a taste of Ambers pussy unbeknownst to her. She smiled lovingly up at me and told me she loved me and asked me if I was ok. Just then Amber walked into the hall looking well fucked and my dick became hard again. I was addicted to this little home wrecker and there was nothing I could do about it. I couldn’t wait to fuck her again…

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