This Story is basically about blackmail, so you would expect at least some cruelty in the main character. But I did the opposite, giving Steve a backstory that’s not about hate. I was trying to make the story a bit more human and so a bit more realistic.
Before you read the story, I should mention that English isn’t my mother tongue and I’m sorry for any mistakes I probably made.
The Depravity continues… in this twisted tale of a family kidnapped and forced to witness and participate in sexual acts directed by two rednecks and their son…
Sleeping beauty was a dream cum true! But she was his daughter.
Claudia, the Woman Next Door
I had watched Claudia since she and Clint had moved next door. She was 5’6” weighted about 120 lbs., had blonde hair down to her waist and it anything was a little top heavy.
She always smiled, had this great walk about her, and wore the sexiest clothes. She had tow children while living there, breast fed both and her chest seem to get and stay bigger each time. Her breasts appeared to stay firm and erect. Often she would wear just a T-shirt, which always, couldn’t be tucked in. Her breasts just wouldn’t allow it.
The neighborhood would have volley ball games and everyone wanted to be on the opposite teams, to be assured of good view of her bouncing, staying breasts. Me I liked to dive for the ball and catch my glimpses up her t-shrit when getting up.
While we had a number of conversations, and I will be the first to admit I couldn’t keep my eyes off her chest. See knew I was looking. It didn’t seem to bother her.
I was disappointed to find out her husband had gotten a transfer and they were going to Europe for three years.
One afternoon, her husband was in Europe and it was about a week before he was do back and they were to move, the house had been sold, She was in the yard with kids. I had gotten home early and the wife was still working. I drove in the driveway and she said Hi. We chatted for awhile, she had the ever-famous T-shirt on. She said she had just made a pot of coffee and asked if I would like a cup. This would possibly be our last conversation so I said sure, “Just let me put my things inside.”
I knocked on her kitchen door and she let me in. While, I had seen her nipples proud before they looked exceptionally large today. I caught myself staring and she did also. She asked me where her kids where, I told her they were playing out front.
She poured our coffees and sat at the table. When she leaned forward her nipples would rub against the table. Her nipples, her breasts were just magnificent.
She was well aware I was talking to her chest as we chatted. When she blurted out, “You like them don’t you?” With my mind elsewhere, my mouth went into motion before my brain I replied, “Yes.” Followed quickly by, “Sorry” when my brain caught up. She said, “Why this is not the first time you’ve looked at them.” My only comment was, “Yes I have noticed them before.” Grinning. She smiled and asked where her kids were and got up to look out the front window. Returning to the kitchen, she said, “They are playing, they should be fine for a little while.” She never sat down. Instead she looked out all the windows backed up against the kitchen wall; I turned in my chair to look at her.
Without saying a word, she crossed her arms, grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and pulled off over her head. I was frozen, there they were, big then life, heaving with every breath she took. Even with, what I would guess as 36Ds, they stood firm. Not needing any support. “Well,” she said. I was speechless, unusual for me, as I looked. The bulge grow in my pants as I wanted caress, lick, suck and fuck her breasts. I didn’t say a thing, until she said, “Glenn, these are not the first breasts you have seen.” “No,” I replied. “But they are the best.”
She stretched out her arms and motioned me to come to her, with her fingertips. I flew across the room, burying my head in her chest. I couldn’t get enough of them; god knows what she thought. My cock was so hard and I was ready to unload in my pants.
We slide to the floor my face still buried in her breasts. What surprised me was I had both hands working her breasts as I rolled the nipple, I wasn’t sucking, in my fingertips. She also was caressing them with her hands. Her nipples where rock hard. As explained before my wife, Cindy has big nipples. Claudia’s were just a big, but where more portioned with the size of her breasts.
I nursed, licked, sucked and fondled her breasts. On top of her now her hips were beginning to grind up into my hard cock. I was rubbing my cock into her pussy through my suit pants. Not taking into consideration there where four layer of material between my throbbing cock and her pussy, I wanted in. I wanted to be buried deep in her and fill her with my love cream.
With a nipple sucked deep into my mouth, and caress it with the tip of my tongue, I fumbled with the button on her shorts, finally getting them unbutton, slide her shorts and panties off, as she raised her hips. She continues to rub her own breasts and nipples, as I sat back kneeling before her pussy, covered with a mass of light golden hair.
I reached for her breasts again; I as guided my cock toward, her awaiting love tunnel. With my hands on her breast, she had moved hers to my ass. As I plunged, my cock in and out of her wet hot pussy, she pulled me closer. She cam, I could feel the additional juices flow from her. As I pulled from her she said I could cum inside of her. I said okay but just not yet.
I slide down her, burying my face in her juices. I ran my tongue up and down the inside of her thighs. Teasing he pussy as I crossed from one to the other and back again, stopping only to lick the outside of her lips, the crease between her pussy and thigh. Her hips were pushing back when I started to run my tongue along her seam. Gently pressing it a little further between her lips each time. She tasted great. She couldn’t take the teasing any longer; reaching shed spread her lips with her fingertips. I took the hint and ran my tongue in circles around her clit. While not as large as Cindy’s it was big enough. Big enough for her to stroke it like a small cock between her fingertips. I pushed her finger away with my mouth and sucked her clit in. She wrapped her legs around my neck. Squeezing me into her pussy. Sucking her clit while rubbing the tip with my tongue, while plunging two fingers deep into her pussy made her cum again.
I lifted her legs to my shoulders, with my hand under her legs; I grabbed her breasts, as I guided my cock to her love hot. I filled her. Her hands on my ass, my grip on her breasts I rutted as hard as I could. Taking long deep strokes. We almost cam together as I fulled her with my hot cream. Not lasting as long as I wanted I rolled to the side exhausted.
We then kissed for the first time. Breaking it off she said, “We need to get up.” Getting dressed she asked,”Will you be getting home early tomorrow?” My response. “Yes, You’ll be here?” She replied, “We may have wasted the last five years, I won’t waste the next 5 days, agreed?” “Yes!” I returned, thinking about tomorrow.
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Part 36
Love Child
Michael picked her up and placed her on the bed. Though she looked frail, Kelly was muscled and surprisingly heavy. Michael took Kelly’s face in his hands and kissed her gently. Kelly’s body responded with passion and need.
He pushed her onto her back. He kissed the hollow of her neck inhaling her fresh scent. He squeezed and caressed her small breasts with their pale, hard nipples. His fingertips grazed over her body causing her nerves to resonate and her breath to shorten.
Butterfly kisses across her taut belly. After an eternity for her, he reached her sex. He lifted her leg and stared at her engorged labia and inner lips, already parted with excitement. He knew she was on the ragged edge of control.
He slurped and parted her lips from bottom to the triangle of joy with its shy clit. He watched her clit grow as it felt his hot breath.
He worked two fingers into her opening, feeling the tightness, hoping he would not hurt her.
Kelly silently gripped the sheets in an agony of need. She held her breath.
Michael turned his hand palm up and began to caress spongy top of her love canal while simultaneously sucking her clit. His tongue gently lashed her clit.
Her body stiffened.
Michael gently bit down on her clit.
She exploded, screaming “YES” over and over.
Her muscled legs snapped around his head. She snapped up into a sitting position. She held him to her pussy with steely strength.
He kept lashing her clit and caressing her tunnel. He began to insert a third finger. He felt her pussy spasm over and over.
Kelly screamed unintelligibly, lost in a world of pleasure.
Though he’d trained to hold his breath for minutes, Michael began to worry about running out of air.
Finally Kelly’s legs relaxed and she released her death grip on his hair.
He slid up her body and gave her a very wet kiss.
He held her waiting for her to finish her journey of joy.
After a time, her eyes focused. “I never dreamed,” Kelly said in a dreamy voice, still very deep in her well of pleasure.
Michael moved her to his chest, knowing that it was time. He grabbed some lube and lubed his cock. Normally the women would use their mouths, but Michael knew Kelly could not wait.
Michael’s hands parted her legs. His hands pushed her shoulders gently. She started to rise.
“Honey stay flat,” he said. She understood. She squirmed down his body. Her hand squeezed his cock, feeling the lube. She realized the reason for the position Michael had chosen for her. She fitted his cock into her tiny sheath, thankful for Michael’s preparation.
Music filled the room. Michael’s hands showed her hips how to move to minimize any pain. He underestimated Kelly.
She levered up, easily holding her chest above his with her strong arms. She began to rotate her hips in time with the music in a sensual dance of lust, gradually impaling herself. Even as she concentrated on his shaft, the position caused her clit to grind against his pelvis sending excitement coursing through her.
By the time she was fully impaled and sat up, she was near her climax.
As she danced on his cock, Michael claimed her clit. She started to tremble and shake, holding her breath.
His thumbs began to caress her clit in opposite directions.
Her orgasm burst through her body. Her legs snapped tight to Michael’s hips.
Her fluttering muscles sent Michael over the edge, shooting his seed deep in her.
She screamed, “I BEAT YOU!” then, “I WON!”
As they sipped champagne, Kelly found her peace. She’d denied her own nature when she had assumed the guise of a fearful victim. She hated the cowardice she’d had to feign to protect her sister.
She took Michaels hand and placed it over her heart. She took the commitment ring off her right hand and placed it on her left.
Several weeks later a video arrived in the e-mails of her friends, her company and news stations in New York City.
Her beautiful green eyes sparkled, “I’m Kelly Simpson. Some of you have called me a hero. I am no hero. I’m a fool. Ten years ago I was gang raped. I hid it to protect my family. I played the coward and pretended it never happened. The animals that raped me also gave me a disease that has now made it impossible for me to carry a child.
I never sought help. I never sought counseling. I never went back to the doctors. If I had, I would have healed many years ago and would never have let the disease rob me of the chance to carry my own baby.
I used the hate and pain from that day to fuel my fighting. Each time I entered the ring, I loosed the beast. And each time I loosed the beast, I lost a part of my soul.
I am now retiring from fighting. I no longer want to loose the beast. I want to kill it. I want to be free of the hate and pain.
I have put my company into a trust to help rape victims get the help they need. For now, I just want to be left alone to heal. The addresses to seek help are at the end of my message.
To those of you who have suffered the hideous reality of rape, seek help. Now. Today. Don’t be a fool like I was.
Reclaiming your life is a road filled with agony. I know because I’m traveling it now. You have to take it. Animals that rape want to ruin your life. Don’t let them win. Beat the bastards.
A website link appeared. It had every resource Tim had been able to find, sorted by geography.
The video went viral before the news stations even aired it. Reports of rape multiplied geometrically. The volume of inquiries nearly swamped the website. Tim had been right.
She became a worldwide heroine.
It didn’t take the news organizations long to reach the town where Kelly had been raped. Like piranhas, they descended on the police and the high school, digging for the real story.
They found a pattern of systemic rape and cover up. At least a dozen victims came forward.
For nearly two weeks news stations broadcast the horrific details, many of which arrived via an anonymous IP address. Pictures, names, dates and accounts were verified. Tim had been very thorough.
A 25-year-old housewife died from an intentional overdose after being questioned by the state police. She had helped in Kelly’s rape. It was her freshly fucked pussy Kelly had licked.
The information kept coming. Most of the state police eagerly waited for the next installment. One man dreaded it. He’d been captain of the wrestling team. He’d also taken Kelly’s ass cherry and ripped her sphincter horribly.
He ate a bullet the day Internal Affairs came to question him.
Kelly’s volleyball coach had been the ringleader, manipulating minor teen disputes into hate filled attacks. The youngest victim was 15, the oldest 27. It matched the coach’s tenure.
He disappeared the day before he was implicated. It took him two days to die. He was eaten alive by wild hogs. They never found his body.
His wife and two children left town shortly after his disappearance. They were national pariahs.
The son of a local politician was found with his cock stuffed in his mouth impaled on a metal signpost.
A trauma counselor came to town, ostensibly funded by Kelly’s trust. The other victims were given free access. Local doctors gave free medical care to the victims.
In total, more than thirty men and women were implicated over a twelve-year period. Charges were brought against fourteen. The legal statute of limitations had run on the others, including those that attacked Kelly.
Tim made sure the public scorn would never run out. He’d set up a system of flags to track each animal. If a rape happened within 50 miles, the police were notified of the presence of a sexual predator. Their lives became living hells. They were shunned and tormented mercilessly. They found it impossible to hide in the information age.
One of the victims had been related to a Captain in the State Police. He was a bit more direct, finally understanding why his niece had ended her life. Word went out. Three of his niece’s attackers disappeared. Two ran. Anonymous e-mails followed them. So did the Captain.
Tim received a strange e-mail from one of the girls implicated in Kelly’s rape. He’d been unable to positively connect her, so he had not sent her details.
I am guilty. I helped them rape Kelly. I tried to ease her pain, but I did not try to stop them.
I will gladly end my life if that is what she wants. But before I do, I wanted to make an offer. She said a disease had claimed her ability to carry a child. I am a nurse. It sounded like her ovaries still work. If they do, would she consider me as a surrogate?
Please tell her that I beg her for forgiveness. If I can ease her pain in any way, I swear I’ll do whatever she wants or needs.
Please tell her that I was initiated the year before she was, so I do know how she feels.
Michael went to see Alice when he got the forwarded e-mail. Tim also sent the material he’d amassed on the woman.
“Jesus Christ!” she said after reading the e-mail.
She knew all too well that Kat’s second pregnancy would prevent a third. Jan now carried Shoshana’s child. The third try had been the charm. Shoshana was beyond ecstatic.
Even if Jan would agree to be a surrogate, she might not be able to, thoughher first pregnancy was going well.
Jennifer had finally conceived, but she was nearly 40 and it would be a stretch for her to carry Kelly’s child.
Alice and Rafaela were not able to carry a child to term.
When Lynne, Maria and Nita left, they took the baby factories with them. Those factories were working overtime as collectively they now had five children and another on the way.
Alice and Michael went through the material carefully. They realized this was Kelly’s decision.
They found her on the leisure pool deck. When she saw them coming to her with serious faces, she stood up and met them half way. She never shied from trouble.
“Let’s sit down, Honey.”
“Do you remember a Barbara Pearson?”
Her eyes blazed with fury. “I remember the bitch. She was one of them.”
Alice noticed there did not seem to be hate in her eyes.
Alice looked grim. She had a choice to make. She could help her patient, lover and sister or kick Michael out and turn this into a session and preserve her ethics. She compromised.
“Honey, do you mind if I tell Michael something you told me in session?”
“Go ahead.” Kelly looked confused.
“You said someone tried to lube you before the men penetrated. You said it was a woman.”
Kelly nodded, “Barbara?”
Michael nodded grimly. He handed her the forwarded e-mail.
Kelly knew she’d have to go outside the harem to find a surrogate. The laws made it chancy as well as the birth mother could claim the child.
“What do you think?” she asked Michael.
“According to Tim, she was never mentioned by any of the other victims. He confirmed that she was raped a year before you.”
“She was the one who liked the boy I dated.”
“I don’t think that’s why you were raped, Honey. Your volleyball teacher set the rapes up. He set up his team each year from the men’s teams. Then he’d tell a girl you said or did something to get his female helpers. I don’t know what he said you said or did. Tim probably does, but it really doesn’t matter because he was going to make it happen with his male team no matter what.” Michael explained.
She shuddered. How could someone hate me so much?
She hadn’t realized that she’d said it out loud.
“To him, you were just a piece of meat. He didn’t hate you.” Alice said more forcefully than she intended.
“What do you want to do with Barbara and her offer?” Michael saw the haunted expression in Kelly’s face.
“I need to think about it,” she said and went to get a drink.
Michael went through the files carefully. He needed Tim’s evaluation of the woman. Kelly’s celebrity could be a powerful draw to people wanting to bask in reflected light. Also, with the laws as they were, they could be subject to blackmail once the fetus started to grow.
He sent his questions.
Two days later, Tim sat in a rented car outside Barbara’s home. It was a meticulously maintained small non-descript house. It reminded him of the Burkett house.
She answered immediately since she’d seen him sitting in front.
“Ms Pearson, I’m Tim O’Donnell,” he said handing her his card, “I’m here about the e-mail you sent about Kelly.” His other hand held a laptop.
She had shoulder length light brown hair, an oval face, small nose, high forehead and oval mouth. She had small, probably C cup breasts and hips slightly wider than her torso. Her body showed she exercised regularly.
“Please come in,” she gasped, taking him to the kitchen table.
Before he could sit, “How is she? Is there anything I can do? I swear I didn’t do anything but try to lube her. I’m so sorry.”
He held up his hand kindly. “First, Kelly’s fine. She knows about your offer and she knows your part in her rape,” Tim’s eyes turned frightening, then snapped back to neutral.
“Kelly is very special to me. She wanted me to talk with you before making a decision. One of her ovaries still works. The Gonorrhea got to her uterus, so she’s unable to carry a child.” He saw horror in her pale blue eyes.
“If she were to agree, you’d have to travel to her. She lives quite far away. With her celebrity, she now lives in a compound with a family I love. There have been quite a few threats on her life, so during the pregnancy, you would live in a very closed world. Could you do that?”
“There’s nothing here for me. I’d welcome some solitude.”
“I won’t lie to you. Kelly is desperate to have a child with her man. The man is a good friend of mine. He wanted me to see if this is some part of a scam to get pregnant and then blackmail them with the child.”
Tim watched her carefully. Her eyes showed hope and then offence.
He smiled. “People are my business. I had to look you in the eye and see if you were who you say you are.” He paused, making his decision, “The compound has a trauma counselor and its own concierge doctor. These are the records the doctor wants. We can do the tests there if you don’t have the records. You’ll be staying in the guesthouse.”
He paused seeing confusion in her eyes.
He opened the laptop and clicked “Play”
Kelly’s sparkling eyes lit the screen. “Hello Barbara. Thank you for your offer. I hated you and the others for so long, it almost made me do something that I would regret for the rest of my life. I know you tried to help. I now realize nothing could have stopped that horrific day. I’m told that most of those animals are either in their own hell or roasting together on the other side.”
“You endured the same pain and humiliation. Tim says that you’ve never gone for help. We have help here. Many of us are rape survivors. We’re not victims because we won’t let those animals ruin our lives. Don’t let them ruin your life.
You’ve offered me the most precious thing in my world and heart. I’m begging you to come to me, to bear my child.
I swear we’ll help each other. Come soon. We’re waiting.
“When do we leave?” she said decisively. Kelly was right. She’d let those animals win.
Two weeks later, she left, still filled with guilt and horror. Now, though, she had hope.
Jennifer met her in the Sydney airport. Jennifer liked her. Barbara knew her medicine and was a Physician’s Assistant, but still referred to herself as a nurse. Self- deprecation went over well in Australia.
She would also be a godsend as Kat was about to pop and Jan would not be far behind. Jennifer had been using temporary help over the past several years after Nancy had died. Jennifer worried about both deliveries and she was pregnant. She’d arranged to have an OB/GYN to come, but having an experienced PA would be enormous help. Jennifer told her about the situation.
Kelly and Michael met them at the heliport in the compound.
Jennifer led Barbara to them.
First he hugged Jennifer close.
“Hello Barbara, I’m Michael,” he held out his hand.
Barbara searched Kelly’s eyes. Kelly hugged her softly, “Welcome home.” Barbara started to cry.
“Where’s the harem?”
“Lap pool,” Kelly replied.
Half an hour later, Barbara surfaced, sputtering. The sound of laughter filled the poolroom.
Twenty-four hours later Kat went into labor.
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This instalment involves me wanting to be fucked by Patch for the first time.
a special birthday present from his mum
Features Dan from my “Ahh… Lochy” Stories
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We were too immersed in the discovery of each other to let anything distract us. Kelli pushed her tongue further into my mouth and wrapped her hand firmly around my cock stroking slowly then sliding her hand slowly down to my balls. I pulled her top over her breasts and she accommodated my desires by reaching behind her back and unhooking her bra. I took both my hand and pressed them lightly against her round breasts feeling the soft skin caress the palm of my hands. I circled my moist finger that was wet with her nectar on her nipple and areola then pulled her closer so I could touch her nipple with first my tongue and then my lips. I tasted her sweetness as I surrounded her nipple with my lips. I slid my finger inside her soft folds again to get more juices to put on her other nipple. I looked up and watched her close her eyes and sigh with delight as I placed her other breast into my mouth. A few hours ago I could have only fantasized about what it would be like to be intimate with Kelli, and now I was actually doing it. Feeling her body against mine and touching her this way was infinitely better than anything that I could imagine. It was a few minutes and a long kiss later that we were in that back seat. She had my cock in her mouth and would alternately kiss the head and then slide her tongue over the tip ever so lightly. Every stroke of her soft tongue filled my body with pleasure and I could not help but to moan deeply as she continued. I slid my hand up her back and under her thick brown hair then pulled on it to keep from coming. I wanted to come but I wanted it to be in her. I pulled her head up then back and pushed my tongue into her mouth then pushed her back on the seat. With one knee up and one leg stretched she spread her legs and then pushed her finger inside her pussy and then extended her wet finger towards my lips. I took her finger into my mouth and pushed my cock inside her at the same time. It was a snug wet fit. She wrapped her legs around me and we fucked like wild animals. The smell of sex filled the car as the sweat from our bodies mixed together. I felt her body tighten, her back arch and she moaned for more. Feeling her come under me triggered my own orgasm and we exploded at the same time.
As I lay there still inside Kelli and feeling the lingering pleasure of an amazing orgasm, the phone rang. It was Jessica. I grabbed the phone and put it on speaker.
“Hello”, I said in a shaky voice.
“Hey Dude, you never answered your text. I’m off now and thought I would call to see if I could convince you to come see me tonight.” She said in an energetic tone. “You know I am a fun girl, and I am sure we would both have fun doing some of those naughty things we talked about….”
Having just had mind blowing sex with Kelli, it was hard to concentrate much on what Jessica was saying but I had the sense to muster up a response and asked Jessica to explain what she had in mind.
“How about I dress up nice for you and then we find a place to have dinner….then we go out in sin city and find some fun…who knows..maybe we will run into somebody that will fulfill your favorite fantasy that you told me about.”
That reminded me that in our conversation yesterday I had told Jessica that my top unrealized fantasy was to fuck two hot chicks. As I glanced down to look at Kelli, which I still had my cock inside of, I saw her grin and could tell she knew exactly what Jessica was referring to.
“Hmmmm…that could be interesting” I said, as my cock rehardend inside of Kelli. “Hey what did you think of that girl I was hanging with last night when I met you”.
“Oooooh….that awesome brunette that had every guy in the place checking her out?….damn I would totally get off on her….in her…everywhere…everything…” Jessica said in an excited voice. Kelli communicated her approval by flexing her pelvic muscles around my cock and making me yelp.
“you ok”….Jessica asked. Kelli with a huge smiled listened as told Jessica I was ok and we worked out the details of where we would meet.
As I hung up the phone, Kelli gave my another of her immensely satisfying kisses then looked at me and said
“Consider that your warm up. They’ll be a lot more to come tonight”.
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“Can I get you anything for you to drink?” asked the waitress. She was a tall statuesque blonde with piercing green eyes and tits that looked too good to be true. Her warm congenial smile made me overlook her gorgeous body for a moment and concentrate on her face, which in addition to being quite attractive, had a girl next door look that made me think there she was much more than another gorgeous Las Vegas pretty face.
Kelli and I ordered a drink and let the waitress know that we were waiting for one more person before we ordered any food. She smiled at us again and strutted away to retrieve our drinks. It felt nice to be out of the car and sit with Kelli and contemplate the events of the last few hours. I looked over at her and caught her glance as she watched the blonde waitress walk away.
“If someone had told me yesterday that even half the things that have already happened today were going to happen I would have said they were totally insane. This afternoon has been off the charts for me!” Kelli exclaimed. I knew exactly what she was talking about. What was supposed to be a mundane drive had become an unforgettable event in my life. We didn’t have a chance to chat much more, when I noticed Jessica walking into the restaurant. She had delivered on her claim to dress up for the occasion. Everything on her looked glamorous from her form fitting leather skirt to the tall black pumps that were at the end of her tan legs. In most other places Jessica would have stood out like a neon sign, but here in Vegas Jessica was just another hot beauty dressed up for the evening.
Our blonde waitress, Robyn it said at the top of one of her breasts, quickly appeared to offer a drink to our new companion. The conversation among the three of us flowed pretty easily and Kelli and Jessica were well on there way to forging a friendship.
Jessica asked Kelli where she lived and if she drove or flew to Vegas Kelli remarked that she was from California and that she drove.
“So you guys don’t live too far apart. You two should have car pooled together.” Jessica added.
Kelli took a drink and said, “Oh…yeah…well we sorta did.”
Jessica paused for moment then asked “You drove up together but you are not driving back home together?”
“It’s a roundtrip sorta deal…so yeah…both ways” …. Kelli said as she circled her finger on the glass of her drink and avoided looking at Jessica. Jessica paused for a moment then continued.
“You weren’t in the car with him when he was driving back today…….were you” Jessica asked.
I watched as Kelli swallowed and in a meek voice said “Oh…..yeah….I was there…driving back..”
Jessica turned her head for a second in bewilderment. Then turned back around with a very confused look and asked “So you two were together when you were texting me?”
Kelli just looked at me and did not answer. “Well.. it was a little hard to text and drive so I had Kelli help me text” I said.
Jessica’s jaw dropped. “So that was yooooou that was actually typing” She turned to Kelli and looked “and you saw the pictures…..O…MY….GOD…..and”. Jessica buried her face for a moment in her hands then looked up with her face blushing.
“You are kidding right” Jessica asked.
Kelli shrugged her shoulders slightly and shook her head no.
“Oh wow…..that blows my fucking mind” Jessica added as her expressions transformed into a grin then started laughing and shrieking at the situation.”
“Well I guess we all know each other better than we thought!” Jessica said. That seemed to be a pivotal moment, because even though things had been going well, the thought of having that shared experience seemed to loosen everybody up. Our blonde waitress kept the drinks coming and the idea of dinner turned into drinks and appetizers. By the third round, we had talked Robyn into sneaking several shots with us.
As the night went on, the situation got more cozy. Kelli and Jessica had squeezed up against me in the booth and we shared strawberries with whipped cream. They say that alcohol is a social lubricant and by the time the strawberries arrived to our table everyone was well lubricated especially Jessica….in more ways than one. As I held a plump red strawberry in my hand and dangled it over Jessica, she suggestively toyed with it with her tongue masterfully licking the tip then teasingly taking it into her mouth. Kelli and I both watched and encouraged Jessica as she got even more suggestive. I slid my hand along the inside of Jessica’s leg and pushed her skirt up just enough so that her legs could be spread to let my hand get inside her. I soon discovered that Jessica had no underwear and her gushing wet pussy made it very easy for me to slide two fingers into her. Kelli could tell what was going on and by this time and was kissing the back of my neck and nibbling on my ear as she watched my hand disappear under Jessica’s skirt. I could tell that watching was definitely turning Kelli on. Jessica wrapped her lips around the strawberry and pulled it into her mouth and I slid my hand out to get next strawberry. Before I had a chance to reach across the table to pick one up, Kelli took my hand kissed it and then with the tip of her tongue licked Jessica’s juices from the edge of my finger. Jessica watched with awe and then said “I think it’s time to take this party to the next level.”
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The three of us had barely gotten in the door and taken a step into the room before our clothes were all off. Hands were everywhere. I pulled Kelli’s top off and then Jessica’s skirt, Jessica went for my pants and then Kelli’s . In much less then 30 seconds clothes were everywhere but on us. It was a frenzy of touching and kissing like the first time you have sex with someone you have lusted after for an eternity. I was locked in one of Kelli’s perfect kisses as we landed on the bed. Jessica slid down between Kelli’s legs and was teasing Kelli’s clit the same way she had teased the strawberry earlier. It did not take even a minute and Kelli was arching her back and cumming all over Jessica. Kelli’s orgasm only encouraged Jessica more and she slid one hand onto Kelli’s breast and stroked my cock with the other hand as she pushed her tounge up inside Kelli. Kelli moaned and squirmed and seemed to have an orgasm that lasted forever. Jessica would slow down for a few moments after Kelli finished convulsing and then start again and would have Kelli shivering and shaking again. I came around behind and between Jessica’s legs and slid my cock on the outside of Jessica’s shaved wet pussy. I teased her a bit by pushing my throbbing cock head inside her for a moment then pulling it out and smacking her lovely round ass with my cock. I finally gave her what she wanted, grabbed her around her waist and buried my cock inside her. As Kelli moaned, I pounded my body against Jessica’s ass watching her flesh slap against mine. As I fucked her harder, Jessica paused for a moment from Kelli’s pussy and yelled out she was about to cum. Kelli slid herself down and started rubbing Jessica’s clit as I fucked Jessica deep and I felt her explode. Jessica collapsed onto Kelli. As they kissed I slid my cock out of Jessica wet box and into Kelli’s drenched hole that was directly below it. I took turns fucking one pussy then the other. Kelli was like a cum machine. She could cum more than anyone I had ever seen. Jessica took a little longer, but when Jessica hit her climax it felt like a bomb went off inside her.
We traded positions and fucked every way we could think of that night. The first time I came, Jessica was licking my balls from behind as I fucked Kelli. As Kelli started to cum, Jessica spread my ass and pushed her tongue onto my asshole which caused me to instantly squirt a huge load of cum into Kelli. The next time I came, Jessica was sitting on my face and Kelli was licking my cock. Kelli directed my cum all over her tits and Jessica licked it off her shortly there after.
After several hours of the most intense sex imaginable, Kelli, who had cum more times than we could count had had enough and curled up next to me and the three of us fell asleep. It was three or four in the morning and we had been fucking since 10pm. Sometime around 7 or 8 in the morning. I turned onto my side and slid my hand around Jessica’s waist. I was facing her and she pulled her head closer to me. She kissed my lips, and I kissed hers and then we did it again. I put my hand on her round bottom and we kissed again. I could feel myself getting aroused again and she must have sensed it too, because she started stroking my cock. Not long after, I was lying on top of her and we were fucking again. The motion on the bed woke up Kelli and she joined in. I fucked Kelli for a bit, she came quickly and then I went back to Jessica’s pussy and dumped my last load in her.
Later that morning, both Jessica and Kelli needed to go to the airport. Kelli needed to get back for an appointment and we decided the only way she could make it was by flying back. As we parted company at the airport we hugged and talked about how we should meet up next year for the same convention.
Finally I was on my way back out of town again, this time without Kelli. It had been an amazing adventure and I looked forward to the long drive home and replaying every moment in my head. I was thinking about Kelli’s amazing kiss and Jessica’s incredible ass when my phone chimed with a text message.
“So whacha up to” … It was from Robyn, the waitress from last night.
“Oh…just hangin…..want to get to together for lunch?” I replied
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Wayne and Louise catch up with an old friend
Dawn was slowly flowing over the land of Elysia, and the light struck sparks from the golden roof of the high towers of Queen Morgana’s castle. On the highest balcony, the Queen stood looking out over her land. Below, she saw the women of the kitchen staff bustling about the courtyard, and her eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of a Scullery Maid hurrying across the courtyard to the stables.
An older wife offered herself to me online, so I first tested her limits with the help of her husband.
In that dark decade known as The Seventies, two young cousins explore and explode.
I get more comfortable with my gay side.
A mother succumbs to her base feelings
A mysterious mans visit to one female felon…
A JOYFUL REUNION AFTER A LONG SEPARATION
This is one of the first stories I ever wrote. As the tag says, there is no overt eroticism in this one. There is no sex scene. It is the semi-lucid stream-of-consciousness account of a man’s ordeal after a building collapse. Parts of it are disturbing, either for their visual images or for the pain and despair of the main character. You have been warned.
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Trapped in the darkness, I didn’t know what had happened. Was anyone alive? Was I alive, or was this my own personal version of hell?
There had been an instant of complete, unsettling quiet. The birds had stopped singing; the insects had stopped their complaints. It almost seemed as though someone had cut the speaker wires on life’s background noise. Almost as quickly as I noticed that, there had been the onrushing wind.
Then I saw it. A wall of air rushing toward me, or more accurately, a wall of airborne debris. There were bits of trash paper at first, along with a lot of dust. Then there were larger objects – shards of glass, bits of plastic, wood, and concrete. These were followed by more sinister bits of debris – torn cloth, unrecognizable pieces of skin, meat, and bone. And the blood. So much blood. Oh dear God, so much fucking blood.
I know I was out for a while. Maybe it was merciful that I had been. The first thing that returned to me was my sense of smell. Even though the air was stiflingly thick with smells, I could identify many of them.
There was the unmistakable smell of concrete dust. If you’ve ever been around a commercial re-modeling project, you know the smell. It was thick, heavy, choking. But it wasn’t as strong as the smell of burning plastic and rubber. Before vision returned, I already knew that the air would be thick with black smoke, although I didn’t know why.
There was also the smell of blood and shit. Anyone who has ever smelled a large spill of human blood can never forget that smell. The shit smell was not the smell of a broken sewer or a bad gas station rest room. It was the smell of shit in a war – the smell of torn, ruptured intestines. In all my nightmares since I had left the service, even my buried internal demons had not had the power to force me to remember that odor. I guess I had repressed it, since I recognized it now. The other powerful, soul-tearing smell that I could identify was the sick, sweet odor of burning human flesh.
Idly, I lay there wondering if the smells were coming from me. I really couldn’t tell, since I couldn’t feel my body. The only thing I could really feel was moisture on my face. Soon, I realized that the moisture was warm, body temperature. Was it my blood? Maybe. That was OK, I reasoned. If I were bleeding, maybe I was alive. I pondered that for a moment, not sure if that was a good thing or not. It was dark, and I couldn’t see anything, so I didn’t know my situation.
My brain’s functioning was sluggish at best. My head hurt like hell, as though I had taken a pretty bad hit to the old noggin. Finally, it occurred to me to wonder if the darkness was truly darkness, or if I was blind. I realized I had been lapsing in and out of consciousness, and my thoughts were pretty incoherent. The darkness was really starting to bother me. Then my foggy mind told me that my eyes were closed.
When I opened my eyes, subdued, shadowy light told me I was not blind, although I almost immediately wished I had been. I found the source of the moisture on my face. It was blood, dripping from what I eventually realized was a torn female torso.
Slowly, I realized that it had at one time been the beautiful body of a young woman I worked with. Funny, I thought. She used to look so good. She had never been a close friend, although I liked her, and all of us guys in the office liked looking at her.
I had met her family at the company picnic last summer. Her father was my age, an intense but decent sort of guy. He was a lawyer who worked in the new office building across the courtyard. Her mother looked like a mature version of the girl I worked with, trim, beautiful, with a ready smile and animated eyes.
A memory of the picnic was what allowed me to identify my young co-worker. She had just gotten a delicate tattoo of a rose on the top of her right breast, and the halter top she wore that day displayed it proudly. I was glad I had studied it that day, since it had given me an excuse to ogle her beautiful breasts, which normally were demurely covered in the conservative, stylish clothes she wore to the office.
Even though I had always thought she was beautiful, with her laughing eyes and her seemingly natural strawberry blond hair, I had never seen her as sexy until that day. The following Monday, her professional manner, brilliant mind, and chaste appearance seemed to put the lie to the side of her she had revealed at the picnic.
What remained of the tattoo, and of her breast, was enough to let me know how she had fared through whatever had happened to us. Everything above that breast was gone. Not severed, really, more like ground away. It appeared as though she had been attacked by Satan’s own wire brush.
I attempted to see past her. I remembered that we had been out in front of our office, taking a mid-morning smoke break. It had been one of those unseasonably warm early spring days. The migratory birds had returned with a vengeance, and the spring crop of insects had been making their presence known. We had been looking across the courtyard at the towering office building where my co-worker’s father worked. It was the first completed stage of the redevelopment project that would eventually claim the old building our company occupied.
I was confused. The day had been bright, but now it seemed so dark. Still more than a little foggy, I wondered why. Since I realized I had vision, I attempted to use it. I swiveled my eyes as much as I could to see what was around me. At that point, I hadn’t yet tried to move my head. I really hadn’t considered whether such an act was possible. What I saw didn’t encourage me.
There was debris everywhere. Thick. Deep. It was all I could see. Most of what I saw appeared to be building materials. There were twisted red-iron beams, broken concrete, hunks of re-bar, glass, bits of flake board, the debris of smashed office equipment, and lots of paper. A file folder hung from an open file drawer near where my left hand should be. It was labeled “Henderson v. Morgan LLC et al.” A paper inside bore the letterhead of the law firm that occupied an upper floor of the 20-odd story building across the courtyard, my co-worker’s father’s firm.
That helped, in a way. Something had caused that building to collapse or explode. I was trapped in the darkness of the debris from that building collapse.
Sirens in the distance. I was starting to feel my body now, and I was wishing I couldn’t. I had pain in places I didn’t recognize, and no sensation at all in places I wanted to feel. I guess I kept falling asleep, or passing out. Tina (I had finally remembered her name) was no longer dripping on me. In fact, the gore on my face had dried into a sticky, crackly coating. I could still hear sirens and the sounds of shouting and heavy equipment, but they were muffled. I wasn’t sure if they were far away, or if they were just muffled by all the debris piled around me.
It occurred to me that it might be a good idea to try to let someone know I was here. I tried to yell, but pain in my chest and abdomen prohibited me from getting enough air to do much more than whimper. I decided I should just get up and look for help, but a quick assessment of my body told me that wouldn’t be easy.
I had no sensation other than searing pain from my waist down. I spent a lot of time trying to remember the little I knew about phantom limb pain, wondering if the pain I felt was really from my lower extremities, or if it was from severed nerves that had once serviced parts that were no longer mine.
The damned law firm filing cabinet was on my left shoulder and arm, crushed there by a length of iron girder. My right arm seemed to work a little, but it was the source of my most exquisite pain. With a lot of struggling, I was able to see out of the corner of my eye that a piece of re-bar protruded from my bicep, extended through the mess that used to be Tina’s left shoulder, and disappeared into a carpet-covered slab of concrete. Getting out of there on my own might be difficult.
I had no sense of time. Had it been five minutes since my world had changed? Five hours? Five days? The physical darkness around me, the lack of light, seemed pretty constant, but I was drifting in and out of mental darkness. I wondered how long it took to die under these circumstances. By this time, I was oriented enough to realize that I was lying more or less on my back, with my head somewhat downhill from my chest. A good survival position, I realized. If I were in shock (and why wouldn’t I be?), what blood still remained in my body would serve my vital organs and my brain, which would prolong my life. It would also prolong my agony.
Light and a ringing sound stirred me. Since I was pretty sure that I had woken up and passed out several times, I assumed it was an hallucination and ignored it at first. It went away, which allowed me to rest again. Then it started again. This time, I recognized it for what it was. A cell-phone.
I knew it wasn’t mine. Mine was in my jacket pocket at my desk. I remembered briefly when I came out here to work on ruining my health that I had forgotten it, but I knew I would only be out here a few minutes. If someone couldn’t wait to talk to me until I had a cigarette, too bad.
So, whose phone was it? That question was answered when the phone went to voicemail. I could hear Tina’s voice: “Hey, it’s Tina. I’ll call you when I can. See ya!” Then I heard the caller. “Tina, honey, it’s Mom. Where are you? Are you OK? I can’t reach your Dad. They won’t let us near the scene. Please, baby, answer the phone! Oh God, please pick up the phone!”
I wanted to answer. I wanted to talk to Tina’s mother. I didn’t even remember her name, but I wasn’t really worried about social niceties at the moment. I was alive, and it would be a good idea to let someone know that. I could tell that the phone was near my right hand, since the sound seemed to be coming from there and the glow of the screen seemed to be in that area. Now, here was a challenge. How was I going to talk to Tina’s Mom and get the help I needed?
The phone had gone quiet and dark. Shit! For the first time, I was scared. Odd, I thought, why wasn’t I scared before? Why did my inability to talk to a woman I had only said ten words to many months ago fill me with such a desperate sense of loss? I began to cry. I couldn’t cry hard. It hurt too much to let my chest go into the wracking sobs that my mind wanted.
Still, I cried. I remembered the way I had cried over various things in the past. I remembered my tears when my mother died of cancer when I was twelve. That had been bad.
I remembered the way I had cried when my buddy threw himself on a grenade to save me during the war. That had been bad, too.
I thought about how I had considered killing myself when I had shot up a hut that was supposed to have housed enemy snipers, only to find the bodies of women, children, and babies inside. That had been really bad.
I remembered getting to the hospital just after they had pronounced my father dead of a heart attack. I hadn’t cried much at the time, but he had been my best friend, maybe my only real friend.
I cried harder when I remembered the hot tears of rage and loss I had shed when my wife and toddler daughter had been killed by a drunk driver. That was over ten years ago. Sometimes, I still cry a lot about them.
These tears were more bitter than any of the others. Amazing, in a way. Selfish.
The phone rang again. I could feel the re-bar in my arm tearing new meat as I pushed myself to reach the phone. I touched it. It felt good. It felt like life. My finger touched a button and the ringing stopped. Had I turned the phone off? No, I heard a voice. It sounded like a choir of angels, even though I could tell it was only one woman.
“Tina, Tina, are you there? It’s Mommy. Tina? Answer me. Are you OK? Tina?”
I couldn’t really talk. I couldn’t move the phone. But I sure as hell could croak. “Tina’s not here.”
“Who’s this? What did you say? Where’s Tina?” the voice said.
“Joe. I work with Tina. She can’t come to the phone.”
“Where is she?”
“Don’t know,” I lied. No sense complicating things right now.
“Where are you?”
“In front of our office, I guess. That’s where we were, anyhow.”
“Why do you have her phone?”
“Found it. Look, I need help.”
“What happened? Where’s Tina?”
“Explosion, I guess.” I let the second question slide.
“Hello?” she said. “I’m having trouble hearing you.”
“Send help. I’m stuck. I can’t move. I’m buried. I’m impaled, I guess. I can’t pick up the phone. It hurts a lot.”
“Put Tina on the phone.”
“Damn it, woman, I can’t. I’m the only one here. Please get me help. Please get me out of here.”
“Put Tina on the phone. I have to talk to my daughter. You bastard, let me talk to my baby!”
“I would if I could. I can’t move the phone. I don’t think Tina can hear us. Get help. If you can find me, you can find Tina.”
“Where are you,” she wailed. “Where’s my baby?”
“Lady, I’m in front of our office. She’s around here somewhere. I can’t see her face.” That much was certainly true. “I just know we need help. Please.”
“OK, what’s your name? Joe? I remember you from the picnic. I’m at the triage center. I have to find somebody. I’ll call you back.”
“Wait, don’t hang up!” I croaked. But she was gone.
I had never felt so alone.
Time passed. How much? Who knew? How could I tell? I rested. Just trying to talk to Tina’s mother had taken more effort than I could imagine. When would she call me back? I knew I was getting weaker. I tried to remember how to pray.
After a while, I started to laugh at myself. I realized that I had been trying to remember all the trite, pat, cleanly packaged and hermetically sealed prayers I had been taught in my childhood. What rubbish.
The tears started to flow again, but this time they were the half-delirious, half-hysterical tears of oncoming madness. Then it finally dawned on me. “Just think, asshole,” I said out loud. “God doesn’t want nursery rhymes. He probably thinks they’re just as stupid as you do. If you’re going to talk to Him, just talk to Him.” So I did. I don’t even remember what I said, or if I said anything aloud. I just know I felt better. Not that He said anything back, but I knew He was listening.
At first, I was annoyed when the phone rang again. I didn’t want any interruptions, but then I got the distinct feeling that I needed to pay attention to my surroundings. “God helps those who help themselves,” I thought I heard my father say.
“Is your name Katie?” I said as I hit the button. I was surprised at how clear and strong my voice sounded, at least to me.
“Joe? Yes, this is Katie, Tina’s Mom. Is she there?”
“No, Katie, I don’t know where she is. Sorry I didn’t remember your name before. I suck at names.”
“Are you OK?”
“No. Well, I don’t know. I guess I’m alive. I’ve been talking to God. He doesn’t say much, but He’s a pretty good listener. Since I’m talking to you, and you’re talking back, I guess that means I’m alive. But I’m stuck.
“Listen, Joe. The rescue crews think they know where you are. But it’s going to take time to get to you. Can you hold on?”
“Do I have a choice? I sure as hell can’t get out of here on my own.”
“Are you pinned? Are you injured?”
“Yeah, I’m hurt. There’s a piece of re-bar sticking out of my arm. That’s why I can’t pick up the phone. My legs are pinned under something big. I guess they’re still attached, but I can’t tell. My left shoulder is under a filing cabinet, with a big piece of structural steel on top of it. It’s dark, but there’s building materials all over me. That and a bunch of papers from the law firm across the street.”
“Joe, someone planted a bomb in the lobby of that building. They called my husband’s firm and told them that there was a bomb. My husband called me and said he was OK, and that they were going to evacuate the building. I guess the bomber didn’t set his timer right or something. Hardly anyone got out. The bomb blew out the front of the building and it just toppled over toward where you are.”
“Katie, I’m sorry. Is he OK?”
“I would have called you back earlier, but I had to identify his body.” Her voice was cold. “Look, you hang on. I’ll call you back.”
“Don’t go!” I hissed, but it was too late.
Alone again. It wasn’t so bad this time. The concrete dust had long since settled. The smoke was pretty much gone. If I didn’t move, and didn’t try to breathe deeply, I was almost comfortable. Or numb. I had gotten numb to the smell of eviscerated bodies, or else the drying of the wounds had lessened the smell. Even the feel of Tina’s gore on my face was strangely comforting. It was, in my rapidly deteriorating sanity, a link to the female voice God was using to speak to me, in the person of Tina’s newly widowed mother, Katie.
Gradually, I became aware of more light. It was still deathly quiet. Muffled in the distance, I could hear voices and heavy equipment, much as I had almost from the beginning. The sounds were no louder, but they weren’t any more quiet, either. I decided that it must be morning.
The phone rang. Touching the button took a lot of effort, but I knew it would be worth it to hear Katie. “Is that you Katie?” I whispered.
“Hello, is this Joe Dawson?” a deep male voice asked.
“Yes, who is this? Let me talk to Katie.”
“Sir, this is Cpl. J.C. Worthington of the State Police Search and Rescue team. We’re trying to get to you.”
“J.C.?” I cackled. “As in Jesus Christ? I’ve been talking to your Dad a lot lately. What time is it?”
“Nine AM, sir.”
“Have I been here twenty-four hours already?”
“Seventy-two, sir. Today is Thursday. The blast was on Monday. We’re getting close to you now.”
“Where’s Katie?”
“Hang on, sir. She’s right here.”
I heard Katie’s sweet voice. “Joe? Please stay strong, Joe. They say they’ll have you out soon.”
“Katie, you don’t know how much I enjoy hearing your voice. You don’t know how alone I feel when I can’t talk to you.”
“I’ve never left you, Joe. I’ve been here the whole time. When you don’t answer the phone, I go crazy.”
I was confused. “I think I’ve answered every time you called, except the first time. Haven’t I?”
“The first time you answered was Monday afternoon. You didn’t answer at all for almost twenty-four hours after that, and there were other times you didn’t answer, either. They won’t let me call you much, because they’re afraid the phone battery will die, and they need the GPS signal from it to help with their digging. Now I have to hang up. I’ll call back this afternoon. Stay strong for me, Joe.”
I prayed a lot after that. I’m sure I stayed awake, because it seemed like a really long time passed. The equipment sounds got louder. At one point, I thought I heard a dog. Then the phone rang.
“Joe? Cpl. Worthington, sir. How are you doing?”
“Is that a serious question, J.C.? I’m a little tired of lying here, frankly. What’s the progress?”
“Sir, I won’t lie to you. The debris is extremely unstable where we believe you are. We can’t even send a dog to you yet, for fear he will disturb something. I just have to ask you to be patient. Don’t move.”
“J.C., buddy, my moving is not really a concern. I can’t move. I don’t know if I’ll ever move anything on my own again. But I’m really lonely. Do you have my position?”
“Yes sir. Within three feet, in any direction, we know where that phone is. We’ll be dropping a radio transceiver to you in the next few minutes. You’ll be able to talk to us and we’ll be able to talk to you as we work.”
“Then the phone battery life doesn’t matter anymore?” I asked.
“No, sir. Do you want to talk to Katie?”
“Dear God, yes!”
“Joe, Joe, it’s Katie.”
“My angel,” I said. “It’s so good to hear your voice.”
“It’s good to hear yours, too, Joe. Cpl. Worthington says you’ll be out by nightfall.”
“What time is it now?”
“A little after 3pm.”
“Well, that explains why I’m so thirsty. Oh my God, Katie. I’m thirsty. Do you realize what that means?” I started to cry aloud.
“I don’t understand, Joe, what does it mean?”
“It means I’m alive! If I can feel thirst, maybe I can feel something else. Something other than pain, I mean. I’ve been feeling my share of that lately.”
“Joe, if you’ve survived this long, they tell me your chances of long-term survival are excellent, almost assured. You’re going to be OK.”
“I’ve been praying for that, Katie. Do you know what I want to do first when I get out of here?”
“What’s that, Joe?”
“I want to look at your face. I want to see the face that belongs to the voice of God’s angel that has kept me alive.”
“I’m afraid I don’t look very angelic right now, Joe. I haven’t been home since Monday. I haven’t slept much. I haven’t even had a shower.”
“Do you really think I’ll make a good first impression, Katie?”
“I remember you from the picnic. I still have a picture on my phone of Tina at the picnic. You’re the 50-ish guy sitting next to her. You have a moustache, with a little gray in it. You’re wearing a navy polo shirt and khaki slacks. You’re admiring her tattoo.”
“That’s me,” I said.
There was a pause. “Tina’s dead, isn’t she?” Katie said.
“Yes, Katie, she is. It was very, very quick. She probably didn’t even realize it was happening.”
“Will I be able to have a viewing for her?”
“No.”
“I guess that’s good,” Katie finally said. “It’s better to remember her when she was pretty.”
“Katie?” I said.
“Yes, Joe.”
“If they’ll let me, I’ll swear out an ID on her. You don’t need to see her.”
“Thank you, Joe. Thank you for that. I’ll ask. If they’ll let you do that, I’d be grateful. It was hard enough identifying my husband. I don’t know if I can stand to identify my baby. I might not recover from that.”
“I had to identify the bodies of my wife and my 18-month old daughter when some drunk crushed them with his car. I understand. That’s why I offered.”
“Joe, you’re a nice guy.”
“I try.”
“You succeed. Thank you for helping me. And thank you for what you’ve done for my daughter.”
“What do you mean, Katie?” I asked.
“You’ve kept her company. You’ve prayed. She liked you a lot. She didn’t have a lot of people that she really liked, but she liked you. She wanted to get to know you better. She wanted to be your friend. She talked about you a lot. She was planning to invite you to our place for dinner this weekend.”
“Really?” I said. “That would have been nice.”
“You know,” Katie said with a little laugh, “I think she was trying to fix us up.”
“What?”
“Kevin and I, my, um, late husband, were getting divorced. We separated soon after the picnic. I guess Tina didn’t tell you that. She didn’t like to talk about personal things, and Kevin and I were at least civil and mature enough to try to keep her from choosing sides.
“Nothing bad had happened. We just weren’t in love anymore. We had stayed together out of convenience, I guess, but we didn’t love each other. I’m not sure we ever did, looking back on it. We were friends, at one point, but it wasn’t enough to be together as a married couple. Does that make sense? Do you know what I mean?”
“I think so, Katie. But, let’s not talk about that right now. I’m sorry, but I’m tired.”
“Oh, God, Joe, don’t go to sleep on me now. Hang on. Help is close! Please, Joe.”
“Katie, I’m here. I’m OK. I’m not dying, at least not yet. I’m just tired. Can I take a rain check on that dinner?”
The phone beeped a few times and then died. Only after it was off could I hear other sounds. I heard a dog barking. It sounded very close. Then I heard a tinny voice.
“Joe? This is Cpl. Worthington. If you can hear me, tell me where my voice is. Is it coming from your left, or your right? Above your head or below?”
“J.C.? You sound like you’re right over my face, but you sound like you’re talking through a wall or something.”
“Joe, I’m moving the mike. Tell me where my voice goes. Where am I now?”
“If my ears are working right, you’re off to my left but still at head level. You’re louder, too. Could that be right?”
“You’re pretty good at this, sir. Thermal imaging confirms that the mike is now about four feet from your left shoulder. You’re lying on your back. Your left arm is bent at the elbow, and you’re lying on your left hand. Your legs are more-or-less straight out below you, and your right arm is extended almost straight out to your right side. Looking good, sir!”
“J.C., if you can see that with your thermal imaging stuff, does that mean that my limbs are warm?”
“Yes, sir.”
“So they’re attached.”
“Yes, sir.
“I’ve been wondering about that. So they have circulation?”
“It would appear so, sir.”
“So, I’m intact.”
“It would appear so, sir.”
“Then get me the hell out of here. I have a dinner date.”
“YES, SIR!”
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we are a couple looking to expand our carnal delight.
The sun was shining in my kitchen window, and as beautiful day as it appeared, I was preoccupied. As I sat in a chair, I looked down at my lap, to see my bare legs spread, and the top of Mike’s head. There was no sign of my erect penis, as it was totally buried in Mike’s mouth.
Mike was sucking on me, and slowly, slowly, slid his mouth up and off my cock. It gave me a tingling sensation, starting on the skin of my organ and radiating all over my body. The guy was good at this, and I loved it.
My lover just looked at my cock for a minute, occasionally giving it a lick, or a quick suck. He’d slide his tongue down and up the sensitive underside, and I’d throb in response, making my cock spring away from his licking and drop back against his tongue. Mike looked up at me, and after a pause, said “I love your cock. It’s a beautiful hunk of meat.”
“Thanks, and I love yours too.”
Mike paused and I could tell he was gathering his thoughts. “Remember when you told me about your neighbor with the smaller dick, and you did ‘almost everything’?” He looked me straight in the eye, and I could tell he wanted the rest of the story.
I replied, “So you want to know it all?” Mike nodded. I went on, “Well, we were going to try anal one night. We lubed me up real good, and he was already hard and poked my hole, and next thing I knew he had slid inside me. He didn’t say anything, but started to slide in and out of me a little. I began to meet his thrusts, and I realized that I wanted him to come inside of me. But suddenly he took it out; he never explained why but he didn’t want to do it any more. We never discussed it, though we continued to blow each other after that.”
Mike reached down and wrapped his hand around my cock, then said, “Lately I’ve wanted you to fuck me.”
“Are you sure, man? I hear that it hurts, at first anyway.”
“It can’t be too terrible, gay guys do it all the time. And haven’t you thought of sticking that beautiful dick in me?” I had to admit to myself that I did. I got up and went to my end table for some lube, my stiff cock waving back and forth as I did. When I got back, Mike pulled me to him and put his mouth back on my cock. He started moving up and down on me, and I could see his stiff rod throbbing as he worked.
Mike took his mouth off me and took the lube out of my hand. He put a glob in his hand and slathered it on my rod. Then he stood up and put another glob on his fingers, and reached through his legs to coat the outside of his hole. “Put some inside me,” he said, then turned and bent over a chair.
I took the lube and put some on my finger, and found his tight hole, sliding in one finger. Mike said, “Oh…. that heightens my senses.” And I could tell because his cock throbbed and made his balls roll. The idea of fucking him was making my rod harder; I approached him and put the head of my cock against his pucker. Mike said, “Just put the head in.” I applied pressure and felt my head pop into his asshole. He grunted a little, and I let it rest there.
After a minute, Mike said, “OK, slide in a little farther.” I did so, and suddenly I could feel the pressure and warmth of his insides around my cock, and it felt great! I moaned, and Mike followed. I gave it some time, at first just savoring the pressure against my cock, with my hands holding his hips. Mike’s strong back looked so sexy. I slowly slid my hands around and found his meat, which was still hard. I wrapped around it and gave him a squeeze, and he throbbed in response. I stretched a little to cup his balls, and found I was slowly going farther into his ass; in response, Mike slid back against me.
Mike reached between his legs and felt my cock in him, and moaned, “God, it’s so sexy to feel you there. Slide it in a little farther, it’s not so uncomfortable now.” I did as he said, now having about three of my six inside. The farther I went in, the better it felt on my cock; the pressure and heat was making me feel great. Mike suddenly pushed back, and I was buried to the balls.
It’s hard to describe how it felt. To me, it was a tighter fit than pussy, but had a different feel to it. It was really intense, though. I slowly started to move in and out, just a little, and the pressure on my dick started sending me up right away. I stopped so I wouldn’t lose it too soon. I wanted to return the favor, so I reached around and found his cock, somewhat deflated, so I caressed it and slid my hand slowly up and down it. Mike was enjoying this too, I could tell. As I ran my hand slowly up and down his shaft, he throbbed and I could feel his veins. I started slowly sliding out, about halfway, then back in.
I started a slow repeating fuck on his asshole. I was starting to build already and stopped, but Mike said, “I want your cum in me, now. Fuck me!” In I went, and my pleasure built as I humped him, faster now, then I pumped him hard, in and out. Before I knew it, I was pumping him with short jabs, and as my climax built I could feel my cum suddenly pumping out my cock and filling Mike’s hole. I froze and cried out, then with my own jism lubing the way I gave him some hard thrusts, which make my orgasm last so… long. I slowed and just felt the pleasure of afterglow.
I managed to say, “Mike…that…was…amazing”, and I ran my hands up and down his sides. Mike slid forward and I fell to my knees. He turned and his hard cock was throbbing in front of my face. I immediately took him in my mouth; I wanted to do for him like he did for me. He urgently and hoarsely said, “I want your face, John.” I opened wide and angled my face to give him a straight shot. He held the sides of my head and started pumping his meat into my mouth, his head going right to the back of my throat. He stopped every few seconds to let me breathe, but his urgency was there, so when he withdrew I sucked him hard and ran my tongue over his sensitive area. He just said, “so good…” – I sucked hard and started sliding my head up and down on him. He half grunted and half cried out, took my head and buried himself in me, then he froze and I could feel him throb in my mouth, pumping his cum down my throat.
Mike slowly relaxed, and I slid off his rod. We laid down on the floor and cuddled up. I said, “Fucking you was incredible, Mike. You gotta try that.” “Man, I’m spent. That was one hard cum.” We sat quietly for a while. After a bit, we got a couple of beers and sat on the couch, still naked, and cuddled up.
The next time Mike and I got together, I made good on my promise and got his dick inside me. After a few minutes it felt pretty good, and I got to like the feel of his meat inside me. We didn’t fuck a lot, but did so pretty regularly. We both liked blowjobs a lot, so that was our regular thing.
Every once in a while Cathy would join us, and in time she and Mike would fuck. Sometimes I’d watch, and sometimes she or Mike would suck me off while they screwed. Cathy gave good head, but Mike still gave great head. It was a good run, and we kept each other satisfied for a long time. It was great to have a resurrection of our sex lives when we were in our upper mid-lives, made us feel almost like kids. Cumming is one of the good things in life, and we made the most of it.
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She lets her boyfriend have her ass…but for a price.
I know it takes me a bit to put these out; I either put out small bursts or a longer chapter. In case people don’t understand the whole work/family/obligations thing it keeps me from writing most of the time. Anyway back to work.
Buzzer goes off at six and I’m out of bed as quietly and quickly as my body will move me. I get into my work out shorts and a tank top and creep through the house and bypass anything not resembling the garage/gym. I stretch out a bit then it’s all heavy bag, it takes about ten minutes for my body to wake up when I really start to feel my bruises. As much as it hurts I keep remembering the kick that broke my nose, the last bat swing, getting blinded and held down so some Indian fuck can tell me why he hates the fact that I have a big enough cock to fuck his fiancé and he doesn’t.
I don’t know how long I’ve been hitting the bag but it’s not moving like it was when I started. I stop and pull back from the body shots I’m giving ‘gigantor’ number 1 to see my dad holding the bag. I move into kicks and I never understood that fucking Rocky movie and breaking ribs in a side of beef until now.
“You going to talk to me about it or should I just tell your mother that you’re having serious issues,” Dad asks me still holding the bag.
I shrug and let off another kick and take the tape off my feet to check. Dad points me to the bench and sits me down to do the check himself.
“I have to tell your mother something boy,” Dad asks again.
“I want pain, I want to give pain and I want to lick the blood and tears off their faces and have their families watch me do it,” I reply angrier than I was that first day when I found Heather and Derek in the music room.
“Okay, so tell her you’re working things out and will be fine,” Dad says smiling.
I look at him with a puzzled look, did I just get a blessing or an alibi. Dad rewraps my foot and we get back to me and the heavy bag. We’re at it for I don’t even keep track of how long before he stops me and directs me to the shower. I pass Mom in the dining room who smiles weakly to me and gets back to making breakfast.
I’m out of the shower and see that it’s about eight in the morning; I get dressed and watch as the girls pile out of their rooms for breakfast. I get through my second plate and realize that Mom, Liz and Katy are all staring at me while Dad eats and reads the paper.
“Am I interesting this morning,” I ask downing my last piece of bacon.
“Are you feeling okay honey,” Mom asks.
I shrug and clear my plate in the sink then head off to my room to look at facebook and I decide to update my status. ‘Up and fighting mad, good breakfast and time to fuck people up’ I leave on the page. I read the post and get to site surfing.
I cool off after a bit and see it’s eleven when I get a knock on my door. Jun steps in and freezes when he sees my face.
“Holy Christ did you get into a fight with the football team,” Jun asks closing the door.
“Nope but I really want to meet up with them again,” I reply letting him have the chair.
He takes the seat shaking his head and plugs my phone into his laptop then both of them into my computer. I let him work and get a book and hop onto my bed to read.
“Okay so what did you say to my Mom the other day,” Jun finally asks me.
“Why man, does it matter,” I reply remembering his mom.
“Dude she is calmer than I’ve ever seen her, she is taking Natsuko out for shopping and lunch, they are buying me clothes while they are out, and my Dad apparently got lucky for the first time since before Natsuko was born cause he’s smiling,” Jun tells me looking up from the computers.
I shrug and head over to the computer/cable thing Jun has assembled. He runs over all the technical babble about phone book, sim card and salvageable info. He uploads my phone numbers to my address book on my computer when Katy pops in.
“Hey Jun, Guy your Mom says she’s gonna go get you a new phone and I’m getting some clothes,” Katy hesitates on the last word,” We’ll be back later since you have company. Oh Jun, be here when I get back so you can walk me through my studies.”
“Alright, get yourself a tough hooded jacket,” I tell Katy as she heads out.
“Did she just talk to me like a person,” Jun asks me.
I chuckle and go over the whole story of what happened when I got jumped and that I knew one of the guys who did it. As we’re talking I notice he’s wearing blue jeans and a thin white T-shirt.
“So what’s with the shirt,” I ask.
“Only t-shirts I own are undershirts,” Jun tells me pulling at the thin white shirt.
“Here man, wear this and get it back when you get better ones,” I tell him tossing him a black JTHM shirt,” Also tell your sister or mom to get you a tough hooded coat.”
I watch him put my shirt on and send off a text message to one of the women. I get back to showing him my bruises on my chest and back.
“So you’re going to get even with them I’m guessing,” Jun asks.
“No, I’m going to make shit hurt,” I reply coldly.
“So what can I do man,” Jun asks me.
I pause for a second. He wants in, he’s known me for less than a week and he’s going to help me beat some ass. I start laughing till my bruises stop me and he’s got a puzzled and pissed look on his face.
“What the hell is so funny,” Jun asks hotly.
“When was the last time you were actually in a fight,” I get out trying to slow my breathing.
“Doesn’t matter, you can kick some people around and they’re just going to hit you back. If you really want to get payback you need to hit them with something that says ‘I can own your ass’,” Jun says calming back down.
“Okay consigliore, get me info so I can break them but I will kick someone’s ass for this,” I tell him pointing to my nose and the stitches on my head.
I tell him exactly what was said and let him do the networking with his friends. While he works we bullshit about school and girls, he tells me he couldn’t get the girl to come by the day he brought Katy to his place. I sit back and think about it for a few minutes. We discuss Katy being here and I explain the situation and have him save all the pictures on my phone. I walk him through how to talk to the girl he wants and what to do if she hesitates.
“Okay so what if she flat out says no,” Jun asks.
“Then you walk; don’t talk to her unless she finds you. Don’t hang out around her, and don’t speak to her friends about her,” I tell him,” If she’s interested she’ll come to you otherwise she ain’t worth the work you’ll do to get her to pay attention.
My facebook starts getting messages from Mathilda on it. Jun lets me have the chair and I respond that I’m here. She says she tried texting me, I tell her about my phone when I hear a clicking. Jun is taking pics of my nose and stitches with his camera phone. I get back to Mathilda and tell her what happened, she gives me the ‘wait that was you and you’re still alive’. Apparently the rumor is that a high school student was mugged and beaten to death. I ask her what she’s doing today and agree to meet up with her when she’s free in an hour; she says she’ll pick me up since I should avoid walking.
“Wait, you’re dating Katy and some girl named Kori, now you’re going to meet another girl from another school named Mathilda later today,” Jun says to me confused.
“Is there a question in there or just a statement of my life,” I ask Jun.
“Well I’m just wondering if you’re starting a harem or something,” Jun inquires.
I try to explain the situation with Kori and Katy, and then add to it some of the other women I’ve been with since this whole thing started leaving out Tracy and his mom.
“So what do I do if Katy tries to pay me for help with school work with sex,” Jun finally asks.
“Well since you’re not with the mystery girl then I say go for it if that’s what she’s doing,” I tell him calmly,” honestly since Katy and Kori know I’m having sex with other girls I figure that you’re safe enough.”
He nods and gets back to his friend networking; I start to hate this part of the game. I’m stuck watching other people gather information while I sit around nursing wounds and get angrier about not doing. The door opening snaps me to my senses, its Dad motioning me out to the living room. I round the corner and see all 6’4” Amazon build of Mathilda clad in blue jeans and a flannel shirt with a denim jacket.
“Are you heading out and is the Asian boy staying here,” Dad asks.
I head back and grab my coat, leaving Jun instructions for what I want with information and to leave me a message on my computer if Lajita wants to talk to me. I tell Dad everything will be fine I just need to clear my head and step out with Mathilda. We step out and I see she’s got her little car with her and I pile in the passenger’s side and we head away from my home.
“It’s been over a week,” Mathilda decides to break the silence,” and you haven’t called or texted or nothing. Now you want to meet up and you look like you’ve been beaten with a stick.”
“It was a bat,” I reply chuckling,” they hit me with a bat.”
“You got jumped and now you wanna hang out with me,” Mathilda asks pulling into a decentish neighborhood.
“I need someone I can talk to who isn’t everyday involved in my life,” I tell her as we pull into a single floor house’s driveway.
We get out of her small car and she unlocks the door letting me inside. It’s a little like true bachelors pad only a little cleaner, older furniture and random mail piled up next to one recliner. I pass the living room and follow Mathilda to her room. I never thought I would walk into the room my dad probably dreamed of for me as a baby but I just did. Sports posters on the wall, a damn weight bench in the corner and a twin bed up against the wall for space. I let Mathilda take a spot on her bench while I sit on her bed.
“So not many guys come over I take it,” I ask moving back up against the wall.
“I don’t get much company period,” Mathilda tells me looking at her hands in her lap,” I don’t have a lot of friends at school.”
“You are the captain of your basket ball team and you don’t have friends,” I ask slightly dumbfounded.
“I’m a freak, Dad raised me for years and now that I’m old enough he takes more work driving truck,” She tells me still staring down,” I got weights for my fourteenth birthday for fuck’s sake.”
“And I’m the product of a drunk and an ex-military combat junkie,” I tell her pulling back my hood,” You are a six foot Amazon, just figure out what you want and do it. I know why I’m here but do you?”
Mathilda finally breaks from looking at her hands and looks straight at me with a little fear and sadness. I watch her get up and motion me to stay put while she heads out of the room. I take my cue and strip down to my boxer briefs and lay down under the covers.
“Okay, if you laugh I swear to god I’m going to make what happened to you this weekend look like a trip to Disney land,” I hear Mathilda ask from the hallway.
I watch Mathilda come back around the corner, yellow lace bra and matching panties. I pull the blankets back and invite her over into her own bed. She walks over quickly and slides into bed with me, pulling the blankets over us.
“I’m really nerv…,” Mathilda gets about that far when I stop her talking with a kiss.
I start to wrap her up in my arms when I get pull by my hips and rolled onto my back. Quickly my shorts get yanked off and I watch Mathilda slip under the covers. I feel Mathilda take my cock in her hand, it’s rough and unfamiliar as I let her stroke me hard when I feel her lips on my cock. It’s warm and wet but not familiar take maybe 2 inches at a time.
“Okay, put your hand on what’s not in your mouth and work it up and down while you use your mouth,” I tell her pulling the blankets off her head.
I feel her put her hand back onto my cock as she follows my instructions slowing giving me her presumably first blowjob. Mathilda starts slow and almost methodical but it’s starting to feel good and I am fully hard now but I want more. I let her keep working while I move us to our sides and after some prodding have her facing me on her side in a sixty nine. I get her to spread her legs a little bit, I realize she could probably crush my skull with her thighs but I pull the nicest panties I’ve seen aside and start tonguing her clit. Mathilda reacts immediately with moaning on my cock and lets it fall from her mouth gasping; I wrap my arm around her hip and bury my face into her pussy.
I realize that she shaved for this since that night in the locker room as I take my tongue and run it in circles along the entrance to Mathilda’s pussy. I can hear her moaning loudly but nothing prepares me for the leg vice on my head, I can’t move so I shove my tongue as deep as I can get it into her pussy. I can feel Mathilda trying to put my cock back in her mouth but all I get are light licks when she locks up again and I take my first real taste of Mathilda as I get a rush of her juices in my mouth.
“Oh fucking shit I came,” Mathilda tells me gasping.
I muffle out ‘I noticed’ from between her legs, she lets go and I get some air in my lungs and roll onto my back. I feel movement on the bed and see Mathilda stripping out of her panties. I sit up and move to my knees, I let her get her panties off before pushing her down onto her hands and knees. I move up behind her pushing her knees together and slam the whole of my cock inside Mathilda’s pussy.
Mathilda’s pussy is tighter like this and it feels better with each thrust, I see trying to keep her face in the blankets on her bed. It’s good but I get that feeling like something’s missing; I’m not wanting a soft time with her. I grab Mathilda by her blonde hair and pull her face out of the blanket, the angle lets her squeeze me harder and I keep hammering in and out of her pussy. Finally I get her to stop gritting her teeth and starts moaning with each thrust.
“I’m gonna cum in you soon,” I tell her accentuating each word with a thrust.
“No, wait,” Mathilda tells me trying to stop,” I’m not on birth control.”
“Well you should figure something out soon,” I smirk down at her still watching my cock hammer in and out.
I slap Mathilda’s ass and get a quick gasp, I see her try to get her balance but I keep her head where I want it. More hammering and I can feel her tighten up like she’s coming again; I thrust fast in and out then just stop suddenly.
“What, why did you stop? I almost came,” Mathilda asks me.
“Well maybe it’s my turn,” I tell her leaving my cock buried in her,” Now you tell me why you should get to cum again if I can’t cum the way I want?”
I grind my hips against hers, Mathilda moans from the teasing. I watch as she starts bucking her own hips back onto my cock to get herself off. I smile a little at her attempts then slowly start to pull out of Mathilda’s pussy.
“No please don’t stop,” Mathilda begs me with half my cock still inside her.
“What’s in it for me,” I ask slowly pushing back inside.
“Ohhhhh, I’ll take it in the mouth or whatever just let me finish pleeeeease,” Mathilda begs me trying to keep her hips still.
“Okay,” I tell her, then letting go of her hair I grab her hips and start thrusting as fast as I can,” Does my new bitch want to cum now?”
“Yes, please make me cum,” Mathilda moans out.
“Tell me what you are and I’ll finish in your mouth,” I tell her thrusting deeply into her pussy.
“I’m your bitch, make your bitch come please,” Mathilda begs looking back at me.
It’s all the consent I need; I reach under her and start rubbing her clit while taking short thrusts in and out of her pussy. It takes a few seconds before Mathilda lets out a loud groan and I feel her squirt on my balls. I get that tingle and pull out of her pussy and lay down on my back, motioning her to my cock. I get her face over my cock and shove it into her mouth. She put her hands on the bed as I face fuck four inches in and out of her mouth. I feel the tingle again and holding Mathilda’s head in place shoot off into her mouth and throat. Mathilda panics for a little bit and gags but I feel her swallow as much as she can. I let her head go and she quickly lets my deflating cock fall from her mouth. I rest my head on her pillow while Mathilda steps out from the room for a minute.
After a couple minutes I see her come back in from the bathroom, she sits down next to where I’m laying on the bed in her nice lingerie.
“So I’m your bitch now,” Mathilda tells me smirking.
“Well I have two girlfriends who know I’m having sex with other girls, might as well just round it out to three,” I tell her checking my stitches on my head.
“Let me see those,” Mathilda takes my head in her hands and turns it to look,” That was defiantly better than the first time by the way. I just wish some of the bitches at my school could have seen me fucking like a porn star. It’d make them jealous little bitches.”
“Wait a minute,” I bolt up from the bed,” What did you just say?”
“It was better than the first time we had sex,” Mathilda says puzzled.
“No, the other thing,” I ask her.
“I figure if the girls who think I’m a freak at school saw us having sex like that they’d be jealous,” Mathilda says again more puzzled now than before.
It hits me like a bolt from on high, Lajita’s ‘fiancé’ was the ringleader. I warned Derek but he talked him into it. I can get to Derek and the other’s but that asshole needs a real lesson in payback. And now thanks to Mathilda I got the best idea I’ve had all weekend. I take Mathilda by the head and kiss her deep and softly till she relaxes up against me. We stop kissing after a few minutes and she rests her head in my lap as I sit against the wall on her bed.
“So are we going to even see each other again,” Mathilda asks me quietly.
“Yes, you’re the tough girlfriend,” I tell her smiling,” and you’re brilliant. But I don’t like you being at another school so I think you should transfer at the beginning of next year.”
My not-so-little Amazon girlfriend perks up to the thought and I have her and I start getting dressed, it’s been about an hour and I know I’ve got to bring Jun and Katy up to speed. We head back home in Mathilda’s car and I promise her I’m not playing around with her as my third girlfriend.
I get back inside at home and am greeted by a new cell phone and Jun is walking Katy through math at the table. I text Kori and Mathilda immediately with my phone to let them know I’m back in communication and decide to chill out in my room till dinner.
The rest of the evening goes fairly well. Dinner happened with Jun joining us and his mother and Natsuko coming by to pick him up after dinner. Jun’s Mom recognized me immediately but simply smile and greeted me like we’d never met before confusing the hell out of her children. After they leave I head back to my room. It takes about ten minutes before I have Katy coming into my room unannounced.
“Okay so what is the deal with the giant your Dad was talking about,” she ask me sprawling out on my bed.
“Tough girlfriend,” I tell her sitting down at my computer,” she kinda rounds it out to a good number for me. Plus I am pretty sure you and Kori aren’t the jealous types.”
“So Jun is really wanting to help with your whole revenge thing and I’m wondering where I stand in all this,” Katy tells me changing the subject.
I start to lay out some of the details for my plan and stress that if I don’t get Lajita to speak to me it’s gonna be more fighting and less fun. We talk a little more before I decide that I need some sleep and kick Katy out so I can get up tomorrow.
I have my first Monday with Katy in the house and it goes about as well as expected. I’m up sore, showered in pain and eat breakfast while mom checks my stitches and nose. Tracy shows up on time to take us to school. I get in the back with Kori and sit in the middle so Katy can sit on the other side of me. I’m gently cuddled on the way to school.
My arrival at school is met by staring and people whispering, probably about what happened to me. I exit the car and pull my hood up to see Katy wearing her black and green tripp pants with a ‘Slipknot’ band t shirt and Kori has her brown Capri pants and a blue sport tank top on. What catches my eye more so is once out of the car both Katy and Kori , Katy a denim one with some studs in the shoulder and some different patches and Kori a bright green hoodie with angel wings on the back in fake stones. I smile about the coats and they flank me as we head off to class, I watch Kori and Katy head off to their classes after getting a kiss from both and I get to my first period.
Not much happened in classes and Kori, Liz, Jun, Natsuko and some new Asian girl sit at the table ‘my’ lunch table. I can hear people talking while I eat but a poke from Liz draws my attention to Lajita sitting at a table with an Indian boy and two larger guys, one black and one islander I think.
“Liz, I want their names and either I meet with Lajita today or I swear you’ll have to live with the stigma of ‘my brother killed people during lunch’,” I get out of my mouth growling.
Liz pats me on the shoulder and I watch her head over Lajita’s table and after some talking her and Lajita get up and leave the cafeteria.
“Hey Guy are you doing okay,” Jun asks from his seat at the table.
“I’m wonderful,” I tell him finally noticing the girl with glasses next to him,” Who is she, and why the fuck is she at my table.”
“Dude, this is my new girlfriend Lilly,” Jun gestures to his girl in glasses.
I take a second to actually acknowledge this girl, a little heavy set but cute, shoulder length black hair and brown eyes. I nod to her and finish my meal when my phone goes off, it’s Liz and she says to meet her in the by the library.
“Meet me in the Gym during homeroom,” I tell everyone at the table and head off to the library.
I get to the library and see Liz talking to a scared Lajita. Both turn to greet me but it’s Lajita who looks nervous. I nod to Liz and she heads back to the cafeteria leaving us alone.
“Did I do something you didn’t like,” I ask Lajita from my hood.
“No,” Lajita answers sheepishly.
“Then why did your ‘fiancé’ get his goons to do this,” I say pulling my hood back and letting her see my broken nose and stitches.
That’s when the waterworks start, Lajita starts crying and speaking in her language. I let her calm down and have her sit on one of the benches.
“He’s not my fiancé, my parents didn’t want to let me marry him and he’s taken it very personal,” Lajita tells me wiping her tears.
“Well then I need your help getting him back,” I tell her kneeling down.
“But he’ll just have his friends come after you again, fighting won’t fix this,” Lajita tells me quietly.
“I have a plan but you need to help me, either that or I get to use some gratuitous violence,” I tell her smiling.
“Okay but what is it you have in mind,” she asks me.
“During homeroom meet me in the Gym,” I tell her helping her up then heading off to class.
Fifth period is the point I have been waiting on since Saturday when I enter the classroom and see Derek and Heather sitting and talking at their old seats. I enter with my hood back and watch them get quiet as I take my seat. Class goes well aside from the creepy quiet in the seats behind me. At the end of class I turn to Derek and smile.
“Is something wrong Derek, did you want to say something to my face,” I smile at him coldly.
“Man are you okay or something, we can talk if you want,” Derek asks nervously.
“Sure, what did you do last Friday, you two go off and have some fun,” I ask still cold.
“Ummm, Derek was hanging out with his family Friday because I had practice,” Heather says wondering what I’m talking about.
I just smile big and head out to homeroom with my hood up. It takes a second to get a slip for the Gym and I head out. Girls are having basketball practice and I see that I’m the last one to show up for my meeting. Kori and Katy are quiet while Liz, Lajita, Natsuko and Jun are chatting amongst themselves.
“I know some of you are with me in what I have planned but I am going to need everyone’s help to pull this off,” I start telling them,” Liz I need information from you, I want to know who the goon squad is with the guy who’s stalking Lajita. Katy and Natsuko I need to meet with whoever heads up the punk groups in school soon. Jun you’re my right hand on this, I need eyes in the back of my head and you have your ‘geek’ squad to make it happen.”
I start to lay out different details on my plan to everyone, I learn that the ‘fiancé’ is called Kamran and his goon squad is with him for four classes and his homeroom. I let everyone figure out their parts when I get pulled aside by Kori and Katy.
“Okay, I think you need to calm down babe,” Kori tells me,” your plan isn’t going to work.”
“What part,” I ask half heartidly.
“Okay, I don’t know what you’re going to do about Derek or Kamran, but the other two guys you’re just going to lead into a field and beat with a bat,” Kori says with a ‘really’ expression.
“I’m waiting for the negative on this Kori,” I reply.
“You follow my plan then and I’ll get rid of the goons,” Kori tells me heading off to where Tracy is practicing with her team.
I start to follow when Katy sits me down on the bleachers. I watch her move behind me and pulling my hood back she checks the stitches on my head. I close my eyes and just enjoy her hands touching my head when she starts talking.
“I can take you to talk to John today,” Katy tells me,” but he’s either gonna fight you or want to fuck me to get whatever you’re asking for.”
“Okay, so I get to fight him. Is he like a martial arts god or something,” I ask Katy leaning back into her lap.
“Wait, you want to fight him. I could just have sex with him,” Katy says with a level of disbelief.
“Katy, maybe I didn’t make it clear when I said you were MY girlfriend,” I tell her smiling,” now where the fuck do I find Johnny boy?”
She gets up from behind me and leads me out of the Gym to the parking lot. At the far lot I get to a black station wagon with a group of punks sitting around it. I motion Katy to wait and putting my hood up approach alone.
“Which one of you is John,” I ask loudly.
I watch the crowd part and get to look at Johnny, about six foot tall black guy. He has a short Mohawk and is wearing torn up tank top and olive green cargo pants. I see enough piercings in his face to make one Swiss army knife.
“Who the fuck are you and what the fuck you want,” Johnny rudely asks.
“I’m Guy, I was told you were the one who didn’t need to live at home because you have flop houses,” I tell him being annoyingly polite.
“I got my own places yeah, why the fuck do you want to know,” Johnny asks me again.
“Well I want to use one to really fuck up this preppy kid,” I tell him still with the ultra polite tones.
I hear Johnny and his friends laughing, not sure why but he places his hand on my shoulder I’m guessing to help with his joke.
“Get the fuck out of here,” Johnny tells me walking away.
“Really want me to leave,” I pull my hood back so Johnny and his friends can see my face,” What about after I get back to the office bleeding from my stitches after you assaulted me.”
“What the fuck are you talking about, you’re not…,” is about as far as Johnny gets as I reach up and pull the first stitch out of my head.
Seeing that I have their attention I start walking forward and remove the second stitch. Its amazes me that as much as it hurts I’m still marveling at people with amateur tattoos and piercings looking like they’re going to vomit. I back Johnny up to his car by the time I get the third stitch out.
“You’re hyena’s, you look really tough and as a group you are very scary looking,” I tell Johnny wiping some blood on my hand,” but aside from that what do you do? Nothing, now either you or I come to an agreement or we find out how much blood can leak out of my head before people call the authorities.”
I place my bloody hand on his shoulder and watch him just stare at me in a level of disbelief. The other punks have cleared a circle around us and aren’t really moving, just standing wondering what I’m going to do next.
“Okay, I’ll help but seriously are you going to kill this guy you’re after,” Johnny asks me.
“No, that would be too easy, I’m going to ruin his dreams,” I reply smiling.
I take my hand off Johnny’s shoulder and walk back over to Katy who as soon as I get close just kisses me on the spot. I enjoy the moment till she pulls back and marches me to the nurse’s office. I get my head wrapped and tell the nurse it was itchy and I didn’t realize what I had done till too late. School ends and I catch the bus with Katy, Kori and Liz home.
My afternoon and evening are pretty normal; Mom is upset about my stitches. I’m sitting at my computer when I get a chat message from Lajita asking me what I’m planning for Kamran and her. I tell her it’ll happen soon and it’ll be after school if she can get free, she replies that she’ll help but doesn’t want to be a part of any violence. I make no promises and end the conversation with that.
Tuesday morning is another uneventful start to a fairly boring day. I get up out and to school like normal. It’s the start of third period when my phone buzzes in my coat. Tracy texts me to say to get out of class as quickly as I can. I head up to the teacher and say I’m feeling dizzy and ask to see the nurse.
I head to the office but get stopped along the way by Hanna, the red head from the basketball team.
“Tracy told me that you need to get to the Gym and hide behind the bleachers till she texts,” Hanna tells me heading off to the gym.
I’m confused but I head over and get behind the bleachers, quietly avoiding the teacher running the class through volleyball. About fifty minutes of co-ed volleyball and I watch the teacher dismiss the class to the locker room. It takes a minute before I see some of the students talking, a couple girls and the two ‘bodyguards’ for a few minutes before the girls head off the their locker room.
“Kori told me you needed those two gone so we did you a favor,” Tracy says nearly scaring the shit out of me.
“What the fuck is going on,” I ask Tracy getting a hold of myself.
“Wait till the guys go into the girl’s locker room then go get my dad at the office,” Tracy tells me leaving the Gym.
Sure enough it takes a few minutes and I watch the guys look around for a minute then sneak into the girl’s locker room. I let the door close and head out to the office and catch Coach Campbell in Mrs. Jackson’s office.
“Coach Campbell, I don’t mean to interrupt but I was coming here when I saw some guys sneaking into the girl’s locker room,” I them groggily.
“Mr. Donnelly are you okay,” Mrs. Campbell asks me taking me from the doorway and sitting me down in a chair.
I watch Coach leave the office in a hurry and one of the female teacher’s follow him out. Mrs. Jackson gets me a glass of water and what happens next is pure priceless art. I watch Coach Campbell walk two boys in their underwear across grounds during lunch time to the office and sit them down in the lobby. At Mrs. Jackson’s request he helps me to the nurse’s office, I let both of the guys see my face and smirk lightly.
I get a clean bill of health from the nurse and get out just in time to get a quick bite for lunch. I see Kori and the gang all sitting at the same table and head over. Sitting down all of them just kinda look at me smirking.
“Okay what’s so funny,” I ask trying to eat my crappy pizza.
“Two down man,” Jun tells me holding up his phone.
I see the video feed on his phone of both guys from the locker room being marched across the campus. I look at Kori who is smiling big; I shake my head and march out of the cafeteria without a word. I head to the Gym and sure enough she doesn’t miss me this time when she follows me.
“What the hell did I do,” Kori asks rounding the corner.
I shrug and put her back up against the wall, kissing her deeply. She’s stunned for a second but warms up to the kiss quickly, wrapping her arms in my coat. I bring my hands inside her shirt, rubbing them on her warm skin I trail my left hand down her stomach and slowly back her up against the wall of the Gym.
“Didn’t we do this before,” Kori asks me breaking the kiss.
I smile and shake my head no then slide my hand from her stomach down her capri pants and inside her panties. It takes a second for her to open her legs but as soon as they get apart I find her clit and rub my fingers on either side of it slowly. Kori’s head rests on the wall with her gasping lightly as I rub her clit and start to kiss her neck. She puts her arm around me and pulls against her side giving me better access down her pants. I speed up my rubbing when I get another body pressed against me, it’s Katy licking my ear and grabbing my cock through my jeans.
I’m getting hard but I can feel Kori getting wet so I speed up my fingers on her clit eliciting a deeper moan from her. Katy is not letting up off my cock and has moved onto the other side of Kori placing her free hand up Kori’s sweater and onto her breast. Kori is writhing as we both work her over, her hips bucking against my hand and fingers.
“Ohhhh fuck I’m gonna cum,” Kori moans before going rigid.
Katy and I hold Kori up and keep playing with her body as she orgasms hard and grips me against her. Gasping she regains her balance and I remove my hand from her pants and Kori grabs my face and kisses me causing Katy to have to let go of us both. After the kiss Kori adjusts herself and both girls stare at me for a second grinning.
“Oh I know that look but I am saving it for later,” I tell them both,” Katy, tell Johnny boy that I need that place by the time homeroom starts. And Kori?”
“Yeah Guy,” Kori responds.
“Gonna need you to get your Mom’s van and bring some toys,” I tell her smiling.
We head back to classes and the rest of the day the school is buzzing, apparently some guys got it in their head that the girls in third period Gym were gonna have some sort of sex party with a couple guys but when the guys got into the girls locker room and stripped down they found they weren’t invited. After that it took the timely intervention of Coach Campbell and some screaming girls to get the ‘perverts’ out of the locker room. I’m defiantly going to make this up to Kori.
Derek and Heather on the other hand look really off during fifth period. Heather is quiet and but trying to be nice but Derek is avoiding eye contact and mumbling a lot. I let him stew; I’ve got something planned for him later. I get a pass out of homeroom and text Lajita; she’s waiting in the parking lot with Johnny and Katy.
I get out to them and see Lajita in a pink skirt and blouse, and Johnny has a vest on with Hyena patched on the back. I chuckle at the patch as I approach.
“Hey if we’re hyenas than what are you,” Johnny asks me.
“I’m a tiger, I don’t need a pack but I can use one,” I tell him from my hood,” And if you don’t kill me I’ll come after you and everyone who looks like you.”
Johnny shakes his head,” Okay Katy, we hang out but this guy makes really wonder if I’m gonna get jail time for doing this.”
Everyone looks at me for a second and I just shrug and get into John’s car with Lajita, I give Katy a kiss and tell her to meet us once her and Kori are ready.
“So what is it we’re doing,” Lajita asks me.
“Do you want Kamran to be bothering you for the rest of your life,” I ask her.
Lajita shakes her head no and I explain the part that she’s going to help me with. Johnny even starts looking at me in the rearview as I describe how it’s going to play out.
“Okay but if he’s not broken then I want him gone,” Lajita tells me with a very serious look.
“Done, won’t be the first time John has had to gang beat a prep kid, right John,” I say smirking at him.
“I got half my crew waiting man, I’ll be ready if you need me,” Johnny tells me pulling up to one of the abandoned office buildings downtown.
We all exit the car and Johnny does a meet and greet with his crew, a chubby Goth/punk girl waves me inside the building. I lead Lajita inside and on the third floor we are a bedroom which is basically a few mattresses on the floor and some broken furniture. I get a sturdy chair and put it to the side for Lajita to sit in and set myself down on the mattresses while I wait for Katy and Kori to do their work.
“So how is Kamran going to get here,” Lajita asks me.
“Kori, her and Katy are jealous that I’m spending time with you so they’re going to get Kamran and bring him here to get you. And then we get to have some fun,” I tell her smiling.
I can see she’s tense and really nervous about this so I decide to lighten the mood.
“Why did you come into my room that night during the slumber party,” I ask Lajita to kill time.
“You were nice to me. Guys I deal with at school weren’t because I had Kamran around me all the time so they treated me like he did,” Lajita tells me.
“Okay but I’ve never talked to you before the sleep over,” I reply wondering what she’s talking about.
“I’ve been over with Elizabeth before, you were always polite and didn’t talk down to me, you even got the door for me when I was over,” Lajita regales me with my apparently very chivalrous nature.
“Okay so you wanted to repay me for being a nice guy with sex,” I ask a little confused.
“Well I didn’t want sex to be with someone like Kamran so I just took the opportunity,” Lajita tells me,” My mom knew what I was doing and she was fine with it. It’s not like you didn’t want to.”
“No I was very much wanting too… Wait, your MOM knew,” I ask bolting up from the mattress.
“Yes, my culture is very open when it comes to sex. You westerners are really kinda prudish, and why anal sex is a fetish I’ll never know,” Lajita tells me as I sit in stunned silence.
After about 20 minutes I get a text from Katy on Kori’s phone saying they’re here and heading up. I motion to Lajita to go hide in the corner as I take off my coat and move into the hall. Loud footsteps from the stairs. Quickly enough I see Kamran get to the top of the stairs and slow down when he sees me.
“How’s it going Special K,” I call to him from the hallway.
“You give me back my fiancé and you do it now or I swear,” Kamran says covering the distance.
“You swear what, you’ll get your bodyguards and Derek to help you jump me,” I tell him standing my ground,” Funny thing, I don’t see your boys here, and Lajita came here with me. So who brought you here?”
I watch him freeze for a second so he can take it all in, my girlfriends got him to come here, drove him here and he walked in on his own with no help he can trust. He starts to look around then focuses on the open door behind me.
“You give her back to me now,” Kamran tells me weakly.
“I didn’t take her, she came here with me. Now you got a choice, I’m hurt and you’ve got no backup this is your shot Special K,” I tell him reveling in my new nickname,” you want to prove you’re a real man or just a spoiled kid with money?”
I can see Kamran get angry and watch him rush me the remaining fifteen feet between us and take probably the best swing he’s had in his life at me. Problem is only way to not see this haymaker is to be blind and deaf. I step back letting the swing go past my face and as Kamran goes off balance I lock my arm under his swing in a half nelson and bring the other around his neck in a choke. I let him struggle before kicking his leg out bringing him to his knees.
“Now I wonder where I’m going to leave your body,” I tell him applying pressure to knock him out.
As soon as he’s out I call for Katy and Kori, the rush up the stairs with a small bag in tow. Johnny quickly follows and helps me move Kamran to the room. Lajita looks on as we strip Kamran down and duct tape him to the chair naked, Katy gets a ball gag into his mouth. I strip down to my underwear and watch as Johnny heads out.
“Okay I’ll be waiting downstairs when you need me man,” John says heading out.
I watch him leave and take a seat on the bed. My attention turns to the girls, Kori has purple panties and a matching bra with black lace where as Katy by contrast is wearing a black sports bra with a plain thong. Finally turning my attention to Lajita white bra with little pink flowers on it and just some regular white panties.
After we are all ‘dressed’ I let Katy do the honors smacking Kamran awake. It takes him a few seconds but as soon as he sees me on the bed he starts struggling. The girls sit down next to me except for me Lajita who is standing behind Kamran.
“Hey Special K, enjoy your nap,” I ask him once he’s stopped struggling so much.
“He looks like he needs an explanation and I think ‘someone’ should tell him what’s going on,” Kori says looking to Lajita.
I watch Lajita step around the chair and into his field of view, I can’t see his face but I’ve got a pretty good idea what his expression is.
“Kamran, I hate you. You treat me like I’m property and I’m not. I’m not your fiancé and I’m not your girlfriend,” Lajita tells him,” Now you are going to watch me do things with Guy that I will NEVER do with you.”
Lajita turns around and takes her bra off in front of me releasing her breasts before crawling across the bed and pulling my shorts down. I move myself off the wall and the girls move off the bed leaving me and Lajita alone on mattress. As soon as I’m lying down Lajita goes to work giving me a not so amateur blowjob. She does a wonderful job working four inches in and out of her mouth; I lay my head back and relax. I look over to see Kamran struggling with his bonds and grunting into his ball gag. I help pull Lajita’s hair out of the way so Kamran can watch Lajita work my cock with her mouth.
Katy and Kori on the other hand have some ideas of their own as I see them going through the bag Kori brought. I watch the girls’ fish out two small pearl vibrators and move over to Lajita’s rear, slipping her panties off I hear the vibrators kick on. Lajita starts moaning on my cock as the Katy and Kori use the vibrators on her, I watch Lajita whip a hand back grabbing Katy’s wrist and moving it.
“Up there and you better have something bigger in there for later,” Lajita says putting my cock back in her mouth.
“Katy I think she’s done with giving Guy oral,” Kori says moving away from Lajita’s ass.
I watch Korinna head back to the bag when she stops and looks over at Kamran then starts laughing. We all stop and look from Kori to Kamran when Katy starts laughing too.
“Oh fuck he’s got a hard on, you can see it there in his mountain of pubic hair,” Katy blurts out laughing.
We all start chuckling except Lajita who gets my attention by moving her mouth faster on my cock. I lay back and let her work enjoying the sensation of Lajita’s mouth working even faster now. Suddenly she stops and starts moaning loudly letting my cock fall from her mouth as a small orgasm hits her. I watch Katy move away from Lajita as the orgasm ends, I watch Lajita get up and stand in front of Kamren.
“Look at me,” Lajita says moving his Kamren’s face to look at her,” He is going make me cum again and you’re going to watch me let him cum inside me you asshole.”
I can see Kamren still trying to struggle but he’s fixed on Lajita as she moves back over to the mattress and me. Lajita straddles my hips for a second when I see Kori stop her and stand her back up and motion me up. As soon as I’m standing I see what Kori was getting out of the bag, a six inch black strap on fixed to her hips. I watch Kori lay down on her back pulling Lajita on top of her, it takes them a second but I watch as six inches of strap on disappear into Lajita’s pussy. I watch Lajita’s pussy bounce up and down on making that squeaking noise she made our first night together, Katy gets on her knees in front of me and starts taking my whole cock in her mouth covering it in her spit. I move behind Lajita and push her hips down on to the strap on. I take my cock line it up with Lajita’s asshole; it takes a second but after a little pressure I slide balls deep inside her ass.
I don’t know who’s face had more shock to it, Lajita’s or Kamren’s. Lajita moves her hips a little but stops and tries adjusting with the two of us inside her. I hear her grunt but not in the ‘having a good time’ way.
“Please fuck me, I can’t move so you two need to fuck me,” Lajita whispers to Kori and I.
I use my hands to hold Lajita’s hips in place as start sliding my cock in and out of her asshole; quickly I feel something moving with me inside Lajita. I pull back and notice Kori is thrusting in and out of Lajita’s pussy fast. I decided to take a cue from my good girlfriend and move onto one knee propping my other leg up and taking a handful of Lajita’s hair in one hand and the other on her hip start pounding my cock into her ass.
Lajita isn’t squeaking anymore now she’s just moaning with her head back. I see Katy watching us as Kori and I make Lajita into a puddle of orgasm. I hear a new moaning and shift my gaze down to see Kori starting to have and orgasm of her own. I don’t know what is going on with that strap on but with the two of them moaning and the noise of our bodies slapping together I can feel my own orgasm coming on. Lajita turns her head back to me then looks straight at Kamren as she gets quiet then I hear liquid slopping around then get a moan from Kori as she lunges up and latches onto Lajita’s nipple while cumming herself. I watch them a little then get that tingle in the base of my cock, I let go of Lajita’s hair and grab her shoulder pushing her down onto the strap on while slamming my cock in her ass as the first shot of semen fills her colon. We all lock up and I feel the rush of my orgasm as Lajita clamps down on my cock finishing her own orgasm.
We sit in silence till I back out of Lajita’s asshole, I take deep breaths and watch her get up and go over to Kamren. I watch her take his head and whisper something in her language before walking away. The rest of us start to clean up and get dressed, packing up the bag and cleaning up my cock and Kori’s hips, apparently Lajita came so hard she squirted on her.
While the girls finish everything I wave them out of the room and as soon as they’re gone grab a piece of glass from a broken window. I walk over to Kamren and pull up a chair in front of him and sit down.
“Wow, you know man you aren’t looking so good,” I tell him looking at the glass in my hand,” you feeling alright?”
He shakes his head weakly and I can see he’s been crying, I must have missed that. I reach over with my free hand and undo the ball gag letting it fall from his mouth. He sits there looking at the floor and I can’t figure out what else.
“Hey Special K, are you there,” I ask him again.
“Why did you do this,” he asks me back weakly.
“I didn’t know you had a thing for Lajita when it happened, and it was nice when we had sex the first time,” I start to explain,” But you couldn’t just come to me like a guy and say something, you couldn’t talk to me like a man. So you find Derek and decide to hunt me down and ambush me. I’m really having a hard time understanding that.”
“She was mine, you took her without my permission and you defiled her,” Kamren tells me starting to get angry.
“No she belongs to herself, maybe she would have liked you if you weren’t such an piece of curry based shit but that’s what happens when people rely on old ways,” I tell him pulling my bandage back from my stitches,” You think this scar is four or five inches long?”
“I don’t know what you’re AAAGGGGHHHHHHHH,” Kamren gets out as I lunge forward with the glass taking the edge and dragging it across the side of his head leaving a gash about five inches long.
“Now we match pal, don’t worry a couple stitches and you’ll be fine,” I say taking the glass and cutting him one hand free,” Lajita is done with you now, I hope you understand that. Now here’s my word on this, you got jumped, you can walk your ass to the road from here and get some help.”
I watch him pull his hand free and grab the side of his head where I cut him. I walk around him and place my hands on his shoulders.
“Now just remember this, I’m not going to see you again and you’re going to leave Lajita alone otherwise this will seem like a day out with your family,” I tell him.
I watch him nod, then start to walk away and remember one last thing. I storm in front of Kamren and taking the bottom of my boot smash him in the nose. Kamren hits the floor on his back and holds his nose and face, I can see blood coming out between his fingers.
“Hey, we’re even man. Use this and you might get out of here in time for dinner,” I say to him wiping off the piece of glass and dropping it next to him.
I exit the building and see the girls talking with Johnny. They all look at me kinda freaked out as I walk up.
“Anything we need to know about Guy,” Kori asks me.
“Oh nothing, just an eye for an eye,” I tell her smiling,” I am hungry, let’s go get dinner.”
I take my phone out and text Mom asking if we can have company over, Lajita declines and asks if Kori can drop her off at home first. We get her back home and I walk her up, she gives me a hug and smiles heading inside.
I get back to the van and we get about five minutes down the road when Kori stops the van and both girls look at me.
“Okay, we need to know if you’re going to go get jail time for what you did after we left,” Katy asks.
“No, I just gave him a cut and a broken nose like he gave me, aside from that he’s kinda feeling like he can’t please the woman of his dreams and now he’s gonna leave her alone,” I tell them both from the back seat.
“How much more are you planning to do to them all,” Kori asks me.
“Just Derek left, after him I don’t need to do anymore,” I tell them both as Kori heads back down the road to my home.
Just one more, one more and I’m going to have fun with this.I had to do some rewrites due to the story not making sense in some parts after proofreading and a small case of blue screen on my computer. One more chapter for this installment. Comment at your leisure and please feel free to PM, they are preferred.
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I waited for him to arrive, nervous and shaking with desire… I couldn’t believe I was really doing this. I had rented the room two hours before, and per our agreement, he was giving me time to prepare before he arrived at the hotelroom we would share for the night. I had brought along my favorite sexy outfit and all the necessary accessories to transform me from the guy I normally was into the slutty grrl I wanted to be for him. I had shaved my body totally in the bath, and was now putting on my grrly outfit and makeup. We met on the internet and though we had corresponded many times, this would be our first real encounter. I slid the suntan pantyhose up my smooth sissy legs and my little cock moved a bit as I pulled the waist cincher into position… I snapped the sportsbra in place & slid the tight black minidress over the top. God, I hoped he found me sexy! After finishing my makeup, I soon heard a knock at the door…
I buckled on my favorite black patent leather open toed 5″ blk high heels & swayed to the door. Taking a deep breath, I opened it to find him looking me up and down. “Hello Nikki” he drawled in his adorable southern twang, you look hot as hell!” “Thanks Brian, I’m glad you like” I blushed as I did my best grrly falsetto. He took me in his strong manly arms and backed me towards the king size bed. Kissing me fiercely, he began to grope my smooth sissy body, which had me instantly hard. Melting submissively into his arms, he began to kiss my neck and squeeze me closer. Feverishly, he began to undress, kissing me all the while.. I slid down girlishly to my smooth pantyhosed knees and took his hard, beautiful cock into my pretty mouth.. I loved the way his smooth hard 7″ cock slid in and out of my mouth and realized this would be an awesome story to tell my wife about. Being bisexual like myself, she had no problem with Nikki having a boyfriend, as long as she could have a girl to play with. I promised her when I left, I would tell her all the sordid details of my encounter. Well, needless to say, we had an amazing night. I came four times and I made Brian cum inside my smooth sissy ass and mouth several times as well. In the morning, feeling sore and delightfully used, I bid him farewell (for now) and headed back home to regal my wife with the story of Nikki’s first tranny adventure with a sexy man… To be continued…
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I waited for him to arrive, nervous and shaking with desire… I couldn’t believe I was really doing this. I had rented the room two hours before, and per our agreement, he was giving me time to prepare before he arrived at the hotelroom we would share for the night. I had brought along my favorite sexy outfit and all the necessary accessories to transform me from the guy I normally was into the slutty grrl I wanted to be for him. I had shaved my body totally in the bath, and was now putting on my grrly outfit and makeup. We met on the internet and though we had corresponded many times, this would be our first real encounter. I slid the suntan pantyhose up my smooth sissy legs and my little cock moved a bit as I pulled the waist cincher into position… I snapped the sportsbra in place & slid the tight black minidress over the top. God, I hoped he found me sexy! After finishing my makeup, I soon heard a knock at the door…
I buckled on my favorite black patent leather open toed 5″ blk high heels & swayed to the door. Taking a deep breath, I opened it to find him looking me up and down. “Hello Nikki” he drawled in his adorable southern twang, you look hot as hell!” “Thanks Brian, I’m glad you like” I blushed as I did my best grrly falsetto. He took me in his strong manly arms and backed me towards the king size bed. Kissing me fiercely, he began to grope my smooth sissy body, which had me instantly hard. Melting submissively into his arms, he began to kiss my neck and squeeze me closer. Feverishly, he began to undress, kissing me all the while.. I slid down girlishly to my smooth pantyhosed knees and took his hard, beautiful cock into my pretty mouth.. I loved the way his smooth hard 7″ cock slid in and out of my mouth and realized this would be an awesome story to tell my wife about. Being bisexual like myself, she had no problem with Nikki having a boyfriend, as long as she could have a girl to play with. I promised her when I left, I would tell her all the sordid details of my encounter. Well, needless to say, we had an amazing night. I came four times and I made Brian cum inside my smooth sissy ass and mouth several times as well. In the morning, feeling sore and delightfully used, I bid him farewell (for now) and headed back home to regal my wife with the story of Nikki’s first tranny adventure with a sexy man… To be continued…
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