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Earning a little extra – Part 3

Steve has just shown me a different side of himself and completely dominated me on the walk back to the house, fucking me senseless in the middle of the street. What will happen when we get back to the house?

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Change Can be Good

This short story incorporates a few different fetishes. I appreciate constructive criticism, but please nothing caustic or acerbic. I hope you enjoy 🙂

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The Vacation: Day 2

For those of you just joining the story, this is the second part, so to have any idea what is goin on and all, read part one! As always, I hope you enjoy. As a reminder incase you forgot what happened in the first part, I fell asleep in Austin’s arms, the first night together, the day we met on accident at our hotel. We were booked as strangers, and are now best friends.

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Betrayed!

This story is erotic fiction, set in the late 1970s, before the start of the AIDS epidemic. Please play safe. It includes themes of female sexual dominance and the gay gang rape of a straight boy. If these themes are not your thing, or you are under age in your jurisdiction, don’t read this. All characters and events are pure fiction. All characters are over 18, though many, admittedly, not by much. (High school seniors.)

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My First Panty Raid and Fuck

This is my first story so let me know how it is.
This story is somewhat true, but has also been added with untrue things. Peoples names have been changed.
Zach rolled over and stared at his radio clock; it read 1 PM. This was a normal time to wake up for Zach, it was summer after all. Zach walked into his bathroom and relieved himself. He looked in the mirror and was happy with the way he looked. He hadn’t been very attractive in middle school but he had changed a lot with the start of high school. He stood 6’1, brown hair, green eyes, decent build and a good sized penis. He was the average sophomore in high school, always horny.
Zach went downstairs to have some breakfast when his phone vibrated. He answered the phone.
“What’s up dude?” said his friend Matt who was also the same age as Zach
“Not much man, just eating breakfast. Do you wanna do something today?”
“Ya, that’s why I called you, we should swim today. Maybe invite some fine females over too?”
“Hell ya dude, ill call up Jane and maybe her brother Greg can come too.”
“Sounds good to me, ill be over in like an hour?”
“Ya, that’s cool. Peace”
Matt is Zach’s best friend, Greg is Zach’s friend that lives across the street and Jane is the girl every guy in high school wants to fuck. Since Zach has known her since he moved into the neighborhood they have been close for a while. Jane is the same age as Zach and is 5’7 with long brown hair, 34B tits, long tan legs with a tight ass. She was the girl that every girl wanted to be and the girl every guy wanted to fuck. Zach called up Greg to see if him and Jane wanted to come over and they both said that would be fun and they would be over when Matt comes over.
All of them showed up later that day with swimming suits and beach towels except for Jane, she was dressed in the shortest pair of jean shorts that showed off the bottom of her ass cheeks and a very revealing tank top and a tote bag which contained her bikini. Zach invited them all inside and told them that they can hop right in and Jane could change in the bathroom. Jane said she would in a little bit while the guys ran for the pool and jumped in making two gargantuan sized waves.
“Damn you look good” Zach said to Jane. They always said stuff like that to each other but it didn’t mean anything.
“Same to you, sexy beast” Jane replied.
They both laughed and Zach lead her out to the pool area. Matt and Greg were splashing and trying to drown one another. Jane went to the side of the shallow end, crouched down and put her hand into the water to see how warm it was. Zach’s eyes followed down to the green thong that was showing. Zach instantly got rock hard. Jane turned around and looked at Zach and noticed that he was staring. He noticed too and instantly turned red in the face. Jane just smiled and walked over to talk to Matt and Greg.
Zach’s boner didn’t go down after three minutes and that’s when he knew what he was going to do. He went up into his room and got his camera. The camera was a pretty small one that could be concealed easily. He went into the family bathroom and put it behind the towels hanging on the towel rack. The plan was to set it to record so that he could see Jane changing into her bikini. He made sure that the camera angle would pick up the whole room and was satisfied that it would. He went up to his room to change into his swimming trunks.
Zach went back outside by the pool area and saw that Greg, Matt and Jane were all talking at the metal table that was next to the chairs and pool. Zach needed to see Jane change into her bikini and knew he needed to convince everyone to go back into the pool.
“Let’s do some cool tricks off of the diving board” he suggested
“Sounds good to me” Matt and Greg replied.
Jane looked un-amused by this suggestion and replied “Let’s have races from one end of the pool to the other”
Zach didn’t care what they did as long as she changed into her bikini. Matt and Greg said that would be fun and instantly jumped into the pool. Jane said she would be right back because she needed to change. Jane walked into the house and into the family bathroom that had the camera. Zach waited until Jane came back into the pool area before he went back to check the camera. Jane walked back into the pool area in the most revealing bikini Zach had ever seen. The top was white and had to have been at least 2 sizes too small for her breasts because they were almost falling out. The bottom of the bikini matched the white top and was too small also, the front showing a little of her camel toe and the back rode up into her ass crack and showed off a lot of her ass cheeks. Zach also noticed that there were no tan lines anywhere which made him hard to know that she tans naked. Zach put a towel over his lap to hide his raging hard on. Jane jumped into the pool and started to taunt Matt and Greg about how she could swim the fastest of all of them.
“Why don’t you come on in Zach?” asked Jane.
“I have to go to the bathroom” replied Zach.
“Why do you that have that towel over your lap? Hiding your boner?”
“Shit! She totally knows!” Zach thought to himself. Jane smiled a devious smile and winked, turned around and started laughing and saying she was joking. Relief washed over Zach as his boner died down, and he walked inside. He made sure everyone was in the pool so that no one would come in and interrupt him. He walked to the bathroom and hit stop on the camera. Zach bolted up into his room, jittery with excitement. He sat in front of his computer and plugged the tiny cameras USB cable into his computer and clicked on the video.
Zach was amazed at how well his plan worked out; his eyes were glued to the screen as he saw Jane walk into the bathroom. Zach was already hard and took his penis out and put it in his hand. He started slowly stroking his hard cock to the image on the screen. Jane had taken off her top to reveal her 34B breasts that were held in by a green bra.” The same color as her thong!” Zach exclaimed out loud. Pre cum was already leaking out of his 8 inch cock. Jane removed her green bra which revealed her perfect pink tits to Zach. Zach had never see a girl his own age’s tits before and the thought that he was now observing the hottest sophomore’s tits made him really excited. Jane was now taking off her shorts that were way too short for her. Zach could now see the green thong he had seen when she was bending over. The thong was very lacy and he could see through it a little bit. Zach was eager to see what was under the green thong. Jane then slowly removed her underwear to reveal her tight shaven pussy. At the sight of Jane’s pussy Zach came instantly, spraying strings of cum all over his hand. Zach went to get tissues and cleaned off his hand. After he was done he was still just as hard as he was 10 minutes ago. He watched more of the video with the intent of cumming again. On the computer screen it showed Jane standing in front of the camera she couldn’t see, stripping for the boy who wanted to fuck her. Zach’s eyes were still focused on the computer screen when Jane turned around revealing her perfectly tanned, tight ass. Jane then bent over to pick up her bikini bottoms but as she did Zach could see a perfect view of her tight pink asshole and the lips of her pussy. Zach was amazed that he had gotten to see this much of her body in the span of 2 minutes. After Jane was done changing into her white bikini she put her bra and green thong into the tote bag she brought her bikini in.
Zach watched the clip again to take in all details and saved it into his secret porn folder hidden in his computer. Zach remembers the night him and Greg had a sleepover and they were talking about girls they would fuck. That conversation eventually escalated into them telling each other things they masturbate to. Greg had told Zach that he had sniffed his girlfriend’s underwear one time and wrapped them around his dick. Zach thought Greg was crazy until he told him how awesome the smell and the felling of the panties were. Zach thought to himself that he would try that the next time he had the chance. Zach now had that chance.
Zach ran down the stairs, checked outside to make sure everyone was still in the pool, then grabbed Jane’s tote bag and brought it back into his room. He slowly opened the bag and looked inside. She had he socks, mp3 player, headphones, lipstick, tampon and her wallet in there. Zach dug through it and found the thing he was looking for. He held the green thong up to his eyes. Zach was rock hard as he felt the crotch of the underwear; they were damp! Zach went nuts; he put the crotch of the thong up to his nose and took a deep inhale. The scent of Jane’s pussy sent Zach over the edge, he immediately took out his cock and started furiously stroking it. Zach needed more than just the smell of the thong. He began to roll his tongue on the damp spot of the thongs and taking in the sweet taste. Zach felt his orgasm building, he took the panties from his mouth and put them in front of his penis head. Zach felt his orgasm rushing towards him, he put his penis in the crotch of the thong and blew his load. There was a huge shot of cum that landed right over where her pussy would lie when she put the thong back on. Zach put the thong back into her tote bag, went downstairs and put the bag where he had found it then went outside and jumped in the pool.
Everyone was having a good time swimming and when Zach’s parents got home they decided to invite Matt, Gregg and Jane’s parents over too for drinks and swimming. The parents arrived shortly after, but by that time Matt, Greg and Zach were tired of swimming and wanted to play videogames. Jane on the other hand was enjoying talking to all the parents about various things and decided to stay at the pool while the guys went to Greg’s house to play videogames.
They guys entered Greg’s very large house and raided his fridge for various food items. They brought the food upstairs into Greg’s room. Greg asked who wanted to play him in a baseball game and Matt replied that he wanted to. Zach didn’t mind because he didn’t like baseball. Zach really likes cats and thought he would go try to find where Greg’s cat Stephanie was at. Greg said that she would probably be in Jane’s room and that Zach should look in there.
Zach walked out of Greg’s room into the hallway and into Jane’s room. Jane’s room was like any other teenage girls room. There were pictures of boy bands and hot teenage boy actors. The walls were painted a light blue and a window next to a white desk. Jane’s bed was against the farthest wall; next to it were a mirror and a nightstand with a glass of water on it. In the middle of the bed sat the cat Stephanie. Zach walked over and started to pet it. It then occurred to Zach where he was. He looked at the closet door that was right next to Jane’s bed. He got up and slowly opened the closest door and hoped that Matt and Greg wouldn’t hear it. He went into the closet but couldn’t see anything because the room was dark, Zach didn’t want to chance turning on a light. Zach turned on his phone and used the light from the screen to see. He made his way towards her hamper and looked at what was in there. He saw a red sweatshirt, a pink shirt, a few socks, and a pair of jeans. He looked into the jeans and saw a nice pair of purple panties. He took out the panties and started sniffing them, he noticed they were a little warm and had an even bigger damp spot than the thong. Zach thought that maybe she had been rubbing her shaven cunt in these panties and then came over to his house to go swimming earlier. Zach already had a boner from the excitement of looking through all her dirty underwear and once again took out his cock and started stroking it while licking the huge damp spot in the middle of the crotch.
Zach was furiously stroking his cock when he heard the door to Jane’s room open. Zach panicked, turned off his phone and put the panties back into the hamper. He looked out the closet door and saw Jane walk into her room, to her bed, and begin petting Stephanie who was still lying on her bed. Jane couldn’t see Zach from the inside of the closet because of how dark it was, but he could still see her. Jane was still in her white bikini with her back turned to Zach. Zach still had a raging hard on and stared at her ass as he started to play with himself. Jane started to take off her bottoms and top and was soon completely naked. Zach was on the verge of once again blowing his load but decided to hold it in. He stopped stroking his throbbing cock and just observed Jane and how hot he naked tits, ass and shaven pussy look. Jane went and lied on her bed next to Stephanie and started petting the cat once again. Zach could still see her sitting on the bed completely naked and was still hard as a rock.
Then Jane did something that shocked Zach. She brought her fingers up to her mouth, licked her ring and pointer finger, then brought them both down to her clit, and started rubbing. Zach couldn’t believe what was happening; he was watching the hottest sophomore girl masturbate!
As she was rubbing her clit Zach heard a moan escape from her mouth, she started rubbing faster and harder. More moans came from her mouth as she was pleasuring herself. Jane then took her fingers that were covered in her own juices and flipped her whole body over on the bed. Zach was puzzled as to why she was doing this. With Jane’s perfect 34B tits facing down on the bed she stuck her fingers in her asshole! She then took her other hand and put it under her torso and began to rub her pussy once again while also fingering her tight pink asshole. Zach was so turned on right now he couldn’t stand it. He needed to touch his throbbing cock but didn’t want to make too much noise and give away his presence. Jane let out a really loud moan, flipped back over right side up, and removed her fingers from her ass. She took the fingers she used to puncture her ass hole with and licked them clean! She then took those fingers and began rubbing her tight shaven pussy again. A few minutes passed as she continued to do this. Then her whole body began to tense up and she was moaning a lot. Her knees straightened and her whole torso was being raised by her shoulders. She held the position for a few seconds as she let her orgasm take control of her body.
Zach was so turned on right now he couldn’t handle it! He had just watched Jane masturbate and have an orgasm right in front of him! Jane was getting up from her bed and walking towards the closet door. Zach was panicking at the thought of being found in her closest, with a boner after watching her masturbate. Zach hid behind some clothes quickly and waited for her to walk into the closet.
Jane walked into the closet and turned on the lights.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Jane said in a very low tone looking directly at Zach hiding behind her clothes.
“Shhhhhh! Please don’t say anything! I’m so sorry! I didn’t know what I was doing! I’m so fucking sorry!”
said Zach in a desperate attempt to convince her not to freak out.
“ What the hell are you doing in my closet and why do you have a boner? Were u touching my underwear
again?!”
“Wait you know about that?!”
“Of fucking course I did. My thong was still wet and smelled like cum! How the hell did you expect me not to notice?!”
“I don’t know! I just thought it would be hot with my spunk touching your pussy…”
“……Well it did….”
“What? Seriously?!”
“Well ya, I haven’t had a boyfriend in a while, I’ve been extremely horny lately and when I saw you checking me out I got really wet.”
“I thought you didn’t find me attractive, that’s why I never made a move. I know we’ve been friends but I thought that’s all we would ever be.”
“Same here but I don’t know. When I got inside it was obvious you were looking at my thong and then I saw the cum and then I….. Licked it all off.”
Zach couldn’t believe what she just said and now had a full-fledged hard on that he couldn’t hide.
“I see that that turned you on” Jane said in a sexy slow voice as she noticed his boner.
“I guess it did, you should probably help it go down” Zach replied.
“With pleasure”
Jane got down on her knees and removed Zach’s shorts and took his 8 inch cock in her hand.
“Damn this thing is big!”
“Thanks, you look so fucking hot with my cock in your hand”
“Oh ya? How bout when I start sucking on it?
Jane started licking the head of Zach’s penis while stroking it. Zach let out a moan from how good this felt. Jane took the whole head into her mouth and started to wrap her tongue around it. Zach felt so good that he thought he might cum right away. He had to hold it in though or else he would look like a fool. Jane moved her lips lower and lower until she was halfway down the shaft of his cock. Jane was playing with his balls when she deep throated the whole thing! Zach looked down with amazement at how well she was sucking him off.
“You seem experienced with this…” Zach uttered.
Jane didn’t respond, instead she tightened her grip on his balls and made him moan with pleasure.
“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” Zach repeated over and over.
Zach grabbed the back of her head and forced it forward. Jane swallowed all 8 inches while she still played with his balls. Zach’s knees began to stiffen as he blew his load into the back of Jane’s throat. Jane took Zach’s cock out of her mouth and swallowed every last drop of his spunk.
“Now that you came, I want to. Fuck me in the ass first.” Said Jane.
Zach didn’t say anything back. Instead he pulled her over to the bed, spread her legs apart and knelt down to look at her tight pink asshole. He grabbed her perfectly tanned ass cheeks and spread them, he then extended his tongue and began to lick his asshole. Jane moaned loud and told him to keep going. Zach said no. He took his cock in his hand and began to inch it into her asshole. It was a really tight fit but it felt so good how it was gripping his cock. He slowly stuck it in, inch by inch until it was half way.
“Oooooh, god that feels so good. Stop there, that’s as far as I can go”
Zach didn’t care, he wanted to stretch her tight hole to the limit, he began to push it in even further until he got all 8 inches in and Jane was begging him to stop but at the same time asking for more. He pulled his throbbing cock out to about half way and thrusted it back in with a great force. Jane cried out for more and he kept repeating that until she was saying it hurts.
“That’s enough Zach, my hole cant take anymore. Fuck my tight little cunt, I know I saw you checking out my camel toe. God damn that made me so wet.”
Zach flipped her on her back and looked at her shaven pussy. He knelt down and began to eat her out.
“Oh my god that feels so good! Keep going!”
Zach loved the sweet taste of her pussy, it was even better than licking her purple panties or her green thong. He kept eating her out until she pushed his head in even closer to her pussy. He knew she was going to cum but he wanted to make her cum by fucking her cunt hole. He pulled his head away fomr her pussy and stood up. He positioned his throbbing cock in front of her tight fuck hole.
“God damn fuck my pussy Zach! I want to cum so bad! Make me squirt!”
Zach didn’t believe what he had just heard.
“You squirt?”
“Sometimes, see if you can make me” she said with a sinister smile on her face.
Zach loved seeing girls squirt online and wanted to make a girl squirt really bad. He buried his 8 inch cock into her pussy inch by inch. He thrust his cock in and out until she was panting from the amount of pleasure he was giving her.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god” she kept saying.
He knew she was close to having her orgasm and so was he. He needed to make her squirt though. He kept thrusting his hard cock in and out of her pussy and then started rubbing her clit. This drove Jane completely off the edge. She let out a loud scream.
“FUCK, IM GOING TO SQUIRT!!!!!!”
Zach thrusted in and out a few more times then took waited for the cunt juices to come rushing out. The squirt not having enough room to make it around Zach’s cock sprayed every where, including on Jane’s face. The sight of Jane, the girl Zach thought he could never get, the hottest sophomore girl, the envy of every girl and guy, the girl he just watched strip down and masturbate covered in her own squirt drove him over the edge. With 4 final thrusts, he blew another load deep into her pussy.
Jane and Zach lay on Jane’s bed both panting. A mixture of Zach’s spunk, and Jane’s cunt juices were oozing out of her once tight pussy. Zach’s boner went completely flaccid in a few minutes.
Jane and Zach both got dressed kissed passionately and looked at each other.
“What does this mean?” Asked Zach
“It means you can come over any time and fuck the shit out of me” Replied Jane and adding a sexual wink.
Zach went back into Greg’s room and sat on his bed and watched them play their baseball game.
“What the fuck were you doing in there dude?” asked Greg.
“I was petting Stephanie for a while then your sister came in and we just talked about school and shit. I kept
trying to leave but you know her, miss chatty. “ replied Zach
“Ya I hear you man.”
Later that night Zach was getting undress when he noticed something in the back of his shorts. He felt inside the back pocket and felt something fabric feeling. He took out the mysterious item and examined it. it was the green thong that Jane had worn earlier that day.
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Misty on the Bus

My girlfriend is a slutty exhibitionist…
 
I just had an incredible Saturday night with my sexy girlfriend, Misty… We got blissfully drunken in the VIP lounge at my favorite club downtown and left around midnight. Misty and I needed to catch the bus home before the buses stopped running for the night. Plus, I was aching to get my dick inside of her to give her a pounding! She had been teasing me all evening with her dirty dance moves, grinding her ass into my crotch on the dance floor and rubbing my cock through my pants when we were sipping champagne and sitting in a velvet booth. We were both giddily drunk and boldly making out in the lounge, my fingers every once and awhile creeping up towards her inner thighs. When I grazed her smooth, hot pussy mound with my fingertips, my cock stiffened instantly as I realized she was wearing no panties.
Knowing she had no panties on under that tight black mini skirt drove me wild. Misty, being almost 20 years younger than me (I’m in my early 40’s), can be a lot to keep up with in many ways. Her breasts heaved out of a thin, low-cut silken sleeveless top with no bra, and I went so far to lick and kiss almost down to her nipples right there in the club while she giggled and tossed her long blond hair over her shoulder. I tweaked her hard nipples through the thin fabric, making her moan in my ear. My cock almost exploded out on the dance floor! We tried to go fuck in the bathroom but the line was way too long, and so I tried very hard not to jizz in my pants all damn evening.
I had to actually hold Misty up while we were waiting outside at the bus stop; she was feeling more than buzzed after a few shots of tequila at the bar. She stood in front of me, ass still grinding hard against my crotch as I helped her stay on her feet. When we boarded the bus I guided her to some empty seats all the way at the back, choosing seats that were facing away from the other riders. There weren’t many other passengers on the bus, and it was rather quiet. Two women who looked to be in their late 20’s were next to each other, chatting softly, dressed conservatively. A man around my age sat reading a newspaper, dressed in business attire. Another older man was dressed in a trench coat, silently staring out the window. There was also a couple up close behind the bus driver. Misty sat down drunkenly in my lap as the bus began moving.
All of the normal bumps in the road were heightened by the intense pleasure of my sexy young girlfriend sitting on my lap. Every pothole made my cock press harder against her ass crack. I slid my hands up her blouse and began fondling her perfect C-cup breasts as she deliberately grinded her ass into my crotch. My hands firmly grasped her full breasts, squeezing them hard as I nibbled and kissed her neck. She gasped when my fingers began tweaking and playing with her nipples. I had to stifle a moan into her neck when she reached down and gave my throbbing package a squeeze.
The bus slowed to a stop to pick up another passenger, another older man in business attire. My hands held firmly to Misty’s hips as the bus lurched forward after the new passenger settled, making me moan out loud that time as my cock rubbed hard against her. I tried covering up my moan by coughing, which made Misty giggle. She then pulled her skirt up so that her bare pussy and ass were on my crotch. My cock was so erect now that it was beginning to hurt. She bent over, hands reaching to the floor, raising her ass so that her little puckered asshole and bald pussy lips were in my face. There was an obvious wet spot on the front of my trousers– it was from her wet pussy sitting on me. I licked my lips at the sight of her engorged lips and inhaled her sex.
The slick cunt waving in my face looked so delicious, I had to taste it. With alcohol giving me my courage, I bent my head down and buried my nose in her ass and dove my tongue into her pussyhole from behind. Eagerly, I lapped up her salty pussy juices and ran my tongue up and down her slit and asshole. I began using my fingers to play with her clit and she tried to stifle a little moan. Her tits were bouncing while she was bent over as the bus rode along. I reached my other hand up to grab and twist her rock hard nipples and her pussy writhed in my mouth.
I stopped eating her succulent cunt and she sat up while the bus slowed to pick up another rider and let one of the businessmen off. The new rider was an older gentleman, maybe around 60 years old or so, who sat near the middle of the bus. Misty started straddling my lap, pressing hard against me and bouncing up and down after the bus began moving again. Again, I reached under her shirt and felt her marvelous tits in my hands. My cock was aching to be free, so I proceeded to discreetly pull my zipper down as Misty hopped off my lap to sit down next to me. She reached in and stroked my cock through my boxers and I groaned. I glanced behind us; none of the other riders seemed to be paying us any attention. Misty bent her head down, pulling my cock out of my boxers with her hands. Once my cock was out, she licked and sucked the head of my dick. I began breathing hard and sweating and had to unbutton a few of my shirt buttons…
Misty continued to suck me while reaching into my boxers and caressing my balls. I threw my head back in ecstasy as my young, slutty girlfriend swallowed my prick on a public bus. The bumps in the road made Misty occasionally choke and sputter on my cock when she attempted to deep throat me. I pulled her off of my cock, not wanting to cum in her mouth. It was her pussy I wanted to explode inside of, and very badly!
She was well aware that I wanted her cunt, and she proceeded to straddle me while hiking her skirt up. My throbbing cock head touched her hot pussy lips and I shuddered. I groaned as her pussy swallowed my shaft and she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck. She began bouncing up and down on my lap, each bump in the road driving my 7” cock harder into her womb. My hands clutched her firm, bare ass as I held her close to me. She was sweating now and breathing heavily, and to my shock she began smiling and waving at some of the passengers who had noticed us fucking around. I turned my head to look at the other riders and saw the two women staring at us and whispering to each other.
A couple of the male riders were also staring intently in our direction as Misty bounced harder on my cock. My hands held firmly to her ass, forcing my meat hard up inside her. We were drunk and now totally fucking in public. Her hot, wet pussy felt so good around my shaft that I was now willing to risk incarceration to cum inside of it while riding on the bus. I had never had such public sex, but Misty told me of a few past public encounters she had on highway overpasses, planes, trains, boats, and stadium bleachers, to name a few, so I knew she got off on exhibitionism.
I was astonished when Misty waved to one of the male riders and signaled for him to come over to where we were fucking around on the back of the bus. The bespectacled man, obviously surprised, was sporting an enormous bulge in his khaki pants. After a few moments, he tentatively walked to the back of the bus and sat across from us. Misty got off my cock and turned around to face the guy with her ass in my face. I raised my fingers and pushed them into her cuntlips, finger fucking her pussyhole as she greeted the stranger.
Unzipping the guy’s pants, she sat back down on my cock while facing away from me and started bouncing up and down on my prick again. While I fucked her, she pulled the other man’s cock out and proceeded to suck it while he moaned. I thrust into her for several moments while she sucked the guy’s prick. Then, just as the stranger was about to cum, she pulled her mouth off his cock and aimed his spewing dick at the bus seats all around us, his thick ropes of jizz spraying on the floor and handrails as well as all over the seats while he gasped.
He put his dick away while mine was still inside my sexy, young girlfriend. Then, grinning broadly, he patted Misty on the head and walked back to his seat before getting off at his stop shortly thereafter. Misty then pointed to one of the women sitting on the bus, and waved her over to us. The two women had been staring at us for awhile now, giggling and whispering amongst themselves while watching us fuck around. The woman Misty pointed at came over, and Misty sat still on my lap.
“Do you wanna suck my boyfriend’s cock?” Misty asked the woman, who gasped. “Aw, come on, it tastes great! Watch, I’ll try it myself…” Misty hopped off my cock and bent down to suck her juices off of it while looking up into the stranger’s eyes with a heated gaze. “I bet he’d love it if you sucked on it, too,” Misty said sweetly, withdrawing my cock from her mouth and offering it up to this unknown woman. My heart was beating fast with all the sexual excitement. I was amazed when the woman, a brunette in her 20’s looking very sensibly dressed, bent down and sucked my cockhead gingerly. Misty smiled. The woman began sucking more of my cock into her mouth, cupping my balls. She soon swallowed my entire prick down to the base, her nose reaching my pubic hair as I groaned. Then she came up for air, her hand tightly on my shaft, jerking my cock and then tonguing my cockhead.
The woman stopped as abruptly as she started and then went back to her seat, looking somewhat bewildered. I was stunned when her redheaded friend then got up from her seat and walked over to us. This new stranger lifted Misty’s blouse and began sucking and biting her hard nipples, making Misty moan. They French kissed and made out for awhile as Misty sat back down on my cock, facing away from me. The stranger bent down and started licking Misty’s clit while Misty was writhing on my cock. Misty was breathing hard and moaning louder, and I grabbed her tits in both hands while plunging into her again and again. I noticed then that we were stopped at a traffic light and I could see cars below. I couldn’t see into the cars, but figured they could see into the dimly lit bus to observe me fucking my girlfriend’s cunt while a stranger ate her clit. They could at least see Misty bouncing up and down on me, I was sure. Then I saw a window roll down in one of the cars and an arm reached out, giving an enthusiastic thumb’s up, and a man’s face showed out the window with a huge grin.
Misty moaned out that she was cumming as I jammed my cock into her as hard as I could and the strange redhead nibbled her clit. Her screams were heard loud and clear throughout the entire bus. I looked behind me and saw a male passenger with his cock out, wanking his dick to the scene of brazen public sex. After Misty’s orgasm subsided, the female stranger walked back over to her seat and I continued to pound Misty’s cunt (alcohol often prolongs my orgasm). The male rider who had been jerking off walked over to us while Misty was sitting on my cock, my hands up her shirt and squeezing her tits hard. Without a word the man jerked his cock off into Misty’s face and chest, globs of cum dripping down her cheeks, into her open mouth, all over the front of her low-cut blouse. She didn’t seem to care. He walked back to his seat and got his newspaper back out as if nothing had happened.
The women and another rider got off at the next stop, leaving a couple men and the man and woman that were sitting close to the bus driver. The man and woman up front got off shortly thereafter, and it looked like the other two male riders were getting off on the last stop like Misty and me. Looking over my shoulder, I saw that both the remaining male riders were watching us.
Meanwhile I was still fucking Misty from behind with all my might, her breasts slapping against her chest with each of my thrusts. She got up off of my cock and turned around so she was facing me, taking her top off to expose her perfect tits. I buried my face in her titties, sucking her nipples while she moaned loudly. My ass had been hurting from the hard bus seat, so I got to my feet and started fucking Misty while we were both standing. The men were watching us intently, erections raging in their pants. Her bare tits swing wildly while I pounded into her, my pants and boxers now at my ankles. I loved the feeling of my balls slapping into her sweaty ass with a loud smacking sound. One of the male passengers now had his dick out and was groaning as he jerked off to us. Sweat was dripping off of me in the air conditioned bus, my shirt now completely unbuttoned.
I felt like finally I was going to cum soon when I noticed the bus slowing to a stop. We hadn’t reached our bus stop yet though, and we weren’t at a traffic light. It seemed the bus driver had pulled over on the side of the road. I started slowing my pace fucking Misty as the bus became still.
Just then, while Misty was bent over with my cock in her twat and one of her long legs up on a seat, the bus driver began storming down the aisle towards us, walking swiftly past the aroused male riders. He was big, black, and surly, with an angry look in his eye. I knew I was close to my orgasm though, and even though the mean looking bus driver was a few feet away, I thrust my cock inside Misty’s cunt hard one more time and erupted my sperm deep inside her while she moaned loudly. I stayed still inside Misty’s pussy while the bus driver began yelling.
“What the fuck do you two think you’re doing on my goddamn bus? You think I don’t know what you been doing the whole fucking ride? You people got a lotta nerve, I tell you! I can’t believe you’d fuck this little slut right here in public for all my passengers and all the people out on the streets to see!” he screamed
“Sorry sir…” Misty began to say.
“Shut the fuck up, nasty slut!” he bellowed. “Getting your nasty pussy fucked here on my bus! Your goddamn cunt juices dripping all over our city’s public transportation! You should be ashamed, but I’m sure you’re too much of a fucking slut to have any shame! Getting your fucking whore-hole filled on my bus…” he was muttering to himself and unbuttoning his pants. He was blocking our path off the bus as he stood menacingly in front of us.
“Wha-what are you doing?” said Misty, timidly, as the bus driver pulled out his long 9” cock. It was thick and veiny, with a huge bulbous cock head. Misty gasped when she saw it. I held tight to her, my prick having subsided and fallen out of her cunt.
“Bitch, I won’t have you arrested but I’m not letting you get away that easy. Suck it.” He forced his meat in Misty’s face and grabbed her blond hair, guiding her lips to his massive erection. The bus driver proceeded to roughly face-fuck my girlfriend. I could see the two male passengers still watching us, one of them having come a few seats closer to get a better view.
Misty choked on the big, black meat, tears welling up in her eyes. The bus driver was forcing his cock down into her throat with reckless abandon while I just watched. To be honest, I was happy if we could get away with the public sex by Misty just giving the driver a blowjob or other sexual favors. Her mouth was stuffed with his meat; her hands looked so tiny on his thick shaft. She was still topless, bent over wearing only her heels and mini skirt. The bus driver roughly fingered her pussy, exclaiming:
“Damn, bitch, you got cum all up in your cunt, dripping down your thighs, dried up on your face and chest… What a slut!” His thick fingers prodded Misty’s asshole and she tried to wiggle her ass away from him, making him laugh. “Alright, good, no one’s fucked your ass yet tonight. Your ass is mine,” and with that he roared with laughter while Misty gasped. She was not into anal at all– she never even let me fuck her up the ass!
The bus driver then pushed Misty to the floor, right in the aisle facing the male passengers. He got behind her, his huge meat in hand, and raised it to her tiny asshole. Spitting on her ass crack, he forced a little bit of his saliva into her asshole with his finger as Misty began crying. He replaced his finger with the head of his dick and began stuffing himself into her asshole, inch by throbbing hard inch. By the time he was halfway inside her asshole, she was sobbing as he held her down to get his meat in her. Then he jammed his cock deeper with another hard thrust, pushing her body further along the dirty aisle floor.
He was almost completely inside her when he pulled out to the tip of his cock and then paused. Misty was whimpering on the floor. Suddenly, he slammed his cock back inside her asshole, making her scream loudly. I tried to pull him off of my girlfriend, seeing that she was getting hurt, when he turned slightly and punched me hard in the face. The force of his hit sent me reeling backwards hard into some cum-splattered seats. The driver just laughed and continued fucking my girlfriend.
His immense balls were loudly slapping Misty’s ass, and he was reaching down and squeezing her tits hard. She cried at his rough touch. I sat weakly, stunned from his punch, as his huge cock plunged in and out of Misty’s poor orifice. Her asshole was stretched lewdly around his throbbing member. She did not appear to be enjoying the anal sex at all. After several more minutes fucking Misty’s ass with a rapid pace, he groaned and pulled his cock out. Rather than cumming in her asshole, he pulled her upper body off the floor by grabbing her sweaty blond hair from behind, and then he unloaded his sperm right there on the aisle floor in front of Misty’s face. Then, as his cum puddle shined on the floor in the dim bus lighting, he pushed her face down into it. He made sure she was covered from forehead to chin with globs of his cum before he picked her up and stood her on her feet. She looked up at me helplessly as the bus driver then effortlessly picked up her near naked body and carried her over to one of the male riders who had been jerking his cock at the entire debauched sex show.
The bus driver made Misty straddle the strange man’s cock and ride it. I watched as the stranger’s prick sunk into Misty’s cunthole; she moaned weakly while grinding on his dick. She rode the man’s cock for a few minutes when the bus driver summoned the other male rider over. The bus driver instructed the second passenger to fuck Misty’s asshole while the other man’s cock was still in her pussy. It was to be her first double penetration– she looked terrified. And sticky as hell with cum all over her body!
She squealed when she felt the stranger’s prick head pry her asshole open. His cock looked to be about my size, around 7” or so, and very thick. The man in Misty’s pussy stayed still so the other rider could get his cock in Misty’s ass. She was screaming while the rider stuffed his fat meat in her asshole. Once he was balls deep in her ass, the two men began rhythmically fucking in and out of Misty’s holes. The look of terror on her face was gradually replaced with a look of pleasure. She soon began moaning while the strangers filled her holes with their meat. After several minutes of intense double fucking, Misty yelled out that she was going to cum. Her entire body shook in between the men as a powerful wave of orgasm crashed over her. The bus driver was laughing as her orgasm subsided.
“Ah, I see you like that, slut!” said the bus driver. “I should have known you’d enjoy getting both your holes stuffed at once. Filthy!” And with that the bus driver zipped his pants up and walked back up to the front of the bus to take us to our stop.
The men fucking Misty’s holes lasted a few more minutes, spewing their sperm into her womb and guts right before the bus slowed down to drop us off at our stop. Once they were done grunting and unleashing their seed inside my girlfriend they hurriedly zipped up their pants to get off the bus and scramble off down the road, erections still subsiding. Misty quickly put her cum-stained silk blouse back on and pulled her mini skirt down as far as she could. Cum could still be seen dripping down the inside and back of her thighs. She was dirty from head to toe from being on the bus floor and from being used up like a whore.
We took a long, hot shower together when we got home. I helped her clean her sore holes and feet and back. She was tired, but also satiated. Seeing her get fucked so aggressively tonight had made me worried, but she confessed that she had enjoyed it, for the most part. She said she wished the bus driver’s cock was smaller so her ass didn’t get so sore. And she said she wouldn’t mind trying another double penetration again sometime, either. Perhaps what made my cock start stirring to life again was when she told me how turned on she was knowing people in passing cars could see us fucking. My cock was rock hard when she said she already wanted to fuck me again in front of an audience.
After our shower I fucked her on the bed with the lights on and the curtains wide open for everyone in our apartment complex to see, an open fucking invitation. Oh, how I love Misty’s sexy cock-hungry pussy!

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The Rape of Mrs. Huggins

I grew up with my parents in a small apartment in the city. Our next door neighbors were Mr. and Mrs. Huggins, a couple about my parents’ age. They had been living there for longer than I had been alive, so we knew the Huggins’s very well. They didn’t have any kids of their own, and I think because of that they were always very happy to baby sit me and as I got older I was always welcome to drop in any time.
My bedroom wall butted up against theirs, though I don’t think anyone else realized it, and the walls were cheap and thin. From an early age I would hear plenty of strange sounds coming through the wall at night, moans and grunts and naughty words that I didn’t understand. When puberty hit it became clear to me what I was hearing and it fascinated me. I had my parents help me rearrange my room so my bed was against the joining wall and nearly every night I would drift off to the sweet sounds of passionate sex. Sometimes I hear one of them bump into the wall or the sound of the bed bounce and I was dying to see what I had been hearing for all these years.
Mr. Huggins was older than Mrs. Huggins and he was a large man, not obese but certainly heavy set. I imagined a man like that had a sizable cock and absolutely obliterated Mrs. Huggins. Mrs. Huggins herself was in her early forties and was no small fry herself. She wasn’t very tall but she had some weight on her, mostly in places that would catch a man’s eye. Her breasts were massive, moderately saggy but large enough to heave off her chest anyhow, and her ass was full, round, and fat. That said, she wasn’t a fat woman by any stretch, but she was thick all the way through and voluptuous.
Considering the noises I heard and the propensity for a young man’s attention to be easily hypnotized by massive tits and a curvy body, it’s no surprise that Mrs. Huggins positively dripped sexuality to me. Each night that the sweet noises flooded my room I would lie awake with the sheets off, my stiff cock standing proudly, and pump out load after load to the delicious sound of Mrs. Huggins shuddering through another orgasm.
When I was fifteen, Mr. Huggins had a heart attack and passed away abruptly. The shock of it was devastating to Mrs. Huggins and greatly saddened our family since we had known them forever. For a long time the adjacent apartment was silent a I did my best to forget about my attraction to Mrs. Huggins. Sure, when I saw her I still noticed her luscious form but I was a teenager, I had a handful of different girlfriends on and off, and generally I thought my pubescent years of masturbating to my middle aged neighbor were over.
That is until one night last week, now age seventeen, when just as I crawled into bed I began to hear strange sounds through the apartment walls. I recognized them immediately as Mrs. Huggins voice, fluttering through different octaves as she was washed through with pleasure, but I didn’t hear her partner. I listened intently, my cock throbbing, until I finally pieced it together: she was alone, pleasuring herself. This image in my mind, of Mrs. Huggins soft skin rocking as she penetrated herself and slammed out successive orgasms just inches from me, sent me through the roof. I stroked out the largest and most powerful load I’d ever seen, splattering the bed and soaking myself, before collapsing in delight. Once again, Mrs. Huggins tantalizing form was forefront on my mind.
The next day I couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t focus at school, and spent the entire day carefully hiding my rock hard boner. Mrs. Huggins invaded my thoughts and teased my mind. The day flew by and I trundled home, in a hurry to reach the privacy of my room and relieve my aching cock. I must have stomped my way up the stairs and through the hall because as I approached our apartment I heard a door open behind me.
“Johnny, oh great, I thought I heard you.”
I turned and smiled at Mrs. Huggins. She stood in her doorway and my jaw dropped. She had been exercising, clearly, and she was flushed and sweaty. She wore only a stringy tank top, her tits held firm in a sports bra, but plenty of cleavage and soft tummy skin were visible. Below she had on grey exercise shorts that clung to her, and I tried desperately not to stare at the obvious camel toe that winked at me.
“Oh, hi Mrs. H., what’s up?” I said nonchalantly.
“I’ve been meaning to talk to you whenever I saw you next, but you’re a tough boy to get a hold of,” she smiled.
“Yeah, I’ve been playing some sports this year, and you know, starting to look at colleges, so I guess I’ve been pretty busy.”
She nodded. “Good, busy is good. All that activity should be keeping you out of trouble,” she laughed and tapped my arm. My cock throbbed. “But, now that you’re here, do you have a sec?”
“Uh, sure, I guess,” I really wanted to get home and take care of the tremendous load that had been boiling up in me all day, but I couldn’t resist spending some more time stealing glances at Mrs. Huggins.
“Great, ok, it will only take a second,” she could tell I was anxious to leave. “I’ve got something for you, c’mon in.”
Mr. and Mrs. Huggins had always given me birthday and Christmas presents, that was how close we were, but it wasn’t near either of those occasions so I was a little confused.
“It’s just a little something that Gary had for years and wanted to give to you once you were old enough,” she explained as we slowly made our way though her apartment. “Oh, he always thought of you as like a nephew that he never had, you know?” I smiled, happy to watch Mrs. Huggins’ ass wiggle as she led me to a spare room.
“I can wait out here if you…” I started, trying to be polite.
“Nonsense, Johnny, come here. It’s just in this closet somewhere. You know, after Gary passed I had so much stuff that I didn’t want to get rid of, so I just boxed it all up and stuffed it in this old room. Now, I know it’s in the closet,” she said as she threw the closet door open. Inside was an utter mess. The closet was deep and dark, overflowing with shoeboxes, clothes, knick-knacks, bags, and random belongings. My eyes were devouring Mrs. Huggins’ glowing, sticky skin as she stared at the closet, puzzled.
“Well,” she smiled at me, “just give me a second and I know I’ll find it.” With that she leaned into the pile of stuff and began rifling through it, pulling bags open and popping tops off boxes. She muttered to herself as she did, trying to remember.
She dropped to her knees and began to dig through the junk. She leaned way into the closet and was practically lost in the refuse. My brain suddenly snapped, somehow, and I became totally intent and focused on her bent form. She was on her knees and bent over, digging way deep inside the closet, her round ass jutting up at me. Her tiny shorts were squeezed against her thick thighs and began to ride up. As she stretched they rode in further, now the supple bottom of her ass was exposed and I yearned to touch it. I felt myself losing control, losing control of myself, and I don’t even remember undoing my pants but I suddenly realized they were around my ankles and I was stroking my cock.
The last tiny voice of reason in my brain was silenced as Mrs. Huggins continued to stretch and I watched with rapture as her shorts rode far up into her ass, the sweet curves of her delicate areas no longer hidden from me, and the years of building lust overcame me.
I stepped out of my pants, my cock positively pulsing, and attacked. I grabbed the waist of her shorts, pushing my fingers in to make sure I had both her shorts and her panties, and pulled both down harshly. Mrs. Huggins delectable ass sprung free of its tight prison. It was fat and round and beautiful to me. I heard a shocked cry but didn’t care. My mouth watered at the sight of curly pussy hair and a lovely naked ass. With both hands firmly planted on her soft, squishy ass I spread her. I watched as her pussy hole yawned before me, something I’d dreamed about for a long time, but I was absolutely blown away when I saw her puckered, brown asshole. I’d been with a few girls so far, this isn’t the first pussy I’d ever seen, but I had no anal experience, and the sight of Mrs. Huggins’ yummy asshole bare and helpless before me was the most wonderful thing I’d ever seen.
I felt Mrs. Huggins buck and try to back up but in her position I held her easily. I nudged the head of my throbbing cock up against her butt hole and I heard her shocked cry. As I pushed she screamed and struggled but it was fruitless, I overwhelmed her and dominated her. I could tell she was screaming for help but her cries were muffled by the closet and it’s belongings, the volume of her cries would not even escape the room.
Mrs. Huggins clenched her ass against my assault but it caved easily to the sound of a long, drawn out, pained moan. I wasn’t experienced but I could tell Mrs. Huggins’ ass had accommodated a cock or two in her time. I pushed in slowly, savoring each millimeter of my fantasy, until I was buried within her. She still yelled for help but her cries were broken and interrupted by deep grunts and moans.
I throttled Mrs. Huggins’ ass, the heat and pressure of her bowels driving me to lust I’d never known existed. I was rough with her, fucking down hard and landing deep, pistoning in and out of her mercilessly. Her cries of pain and agony only engorged my cock, somehow it felt better knowing she hadn’t asked for it. There was something about doing something so selfish, something that pleasured me at the expense of another, that drove me wild. I found I was grunting and swearing too, moaning each time my balls slapped her pussy and with each spastic clenched of her inner walls.
A thunderous and volcanic orgasm pumped out of me. I unloaded deep within her, my cum blasting forth harder and thicker than it had even the night before, and I heard myself swearing at her, calling her a fucking whore and telling her to swallow my cum with her filthy ass. I spent myself in her like I’d never felt before, and long afterwards I held her down and savored the feeling of being clenched in her ass. I was sure there was enough lust and passion coursing through me that my cock could have done it all again, but my senses returned and I realized what had just happened.
I said nothing but I hurriedly redressed and fled. I went home, where else would I go? All afternoon and evening I waited for anything, constantly on edge, not knowing if Mrs. Huggins would come over herself, tell my parents, call the cops, or what.
But nothing happened. Life went on like normal, though I was certain at any moment my sin would be revealed and my life would crash. Then last night, lying in bed wide awake and still contemplating what was going on, I heard a whisper through the wall: “Johnny? Can you hear me? I’m lonely Johnny, won’t you come over?”

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Secret Room 6

Misty looked out the window as Mike walked up the street. They were having a cop convention outside his house, it seemed. There were seven or eight cop cars parked on his lawn, and at least a dozen officers milling around in his front yard. Four of them spotted Mike and moved to intercept him as he started up his front walk.
She saw him shake his head and point at the house, and then two more of them hurried over. Mike was arguing with them, and all six of them went up the steps into his house. She wished she could hear what they were saying.
Mike walked towards his house and was intercepted on his walkway.
“Excuse me, sir, you can’t go in. This is a crime scene.” he was told by a blue suit.
“That’s as may be, but I’m going in. This is my house.” Mike told him, pushing past the cop.
Two more of them hurried over, in plain clothes. “Are you Michael Ménage?” he was asked.
“Of course I am.” Mike replied. “You already knew that.”
“Do you know what happened here?” the other detective demanded. Mike just looked at him.
“Well, I know that there was a lot of dead bodies in there, and there’s bullet holes all through the place. Excuse me, you’re in my way. I need to go get my medications.”
“Sir, you can’t go in there right now. We have a forensics team going over the place with a fine tooth comb, and you could contaminate evidence.” said the first one, stepping in front of Mike and blocking him.
“If I don’t get my meds, I could die.” Mike told him. “I think that outweighs any `contamination` issues.”
“We need to ask you some questions first.” said the second detective, putting his hand on Mike’s arm to stop him from going around the one in his way.
“Excuse me Officer, but am I under arrest?” Mike demanded to know. The cop immediately removed his hand and flushed bright pink.
“Well, no, but-” he started to say, but Mike cut him off.
“Then I am going into my house and getting my medication that was prescribed by my doctor and that I could die if I don’t get.” he said heatedly. “Now, get out of my way, or I’ll sue the whole city.”
“I’ll be glad to escort you inside so you can retrieve whatever is necessary for your survival” said the second plain-clothes detective. He gave a nod and a frown to his partner, who stepped back and let them pass.
“Well, thank you for that.” Mike said, going up the walkway.
“So do you know what happened here?” asked the detective, following closely behind him.
“Nope.” said Mike. “It’s looks like a gang war in there, though.”
“Funny you should mention that.” said the detective. “Do you know the identity of any of the men in there?”
“No.” Mike answered, going up the steps. The front door was wide open, and he pretended to recoil a bit at the sight of all the blood on his hardwood floor.
“I was in here yesterday, but there are more dead men now.” he said, putting his hand up to his mouth. “I don’t know if… if I can…”
“It’s okay, Mr. Ménage. I understand. Could I go in and get your meds for you?”
“That… that might be best.” he said weakly. “I believe I’ll just stay out here on the porch.” He went over and sat on his porch swing. “My meds are in the medicine cabinet on the second floor.” he said. I’ll need my Valiums as well. They are on the bedside table in the Master bedroom.”
“Okay, you just stay there, and I’ll be right back.” the detective promised.
As he went in, his partner came back up and stood on the porch next to him.
“So, why do you think they picked your house to have a gang war in?” he asked.
“I have no idea.” Mike answered. “Why don’t you ask them?”
“That’s what Forensics is doing right now.” he said, wryly. “It will be a lot faster and cheaper if you just tell me, though.”
“If I knew, I would.” he said. “Those are my tax dollars at work in there. What theories do the police have at the moment?”
“Well, you might be interested to know that we found your secret room in the basement, and even though it’s against regulations, I’ll tell you that your wife was tortured in there. We found one of her nipples on the floor. You know anything about that?”
“Oh, God, Cindy…” he said, covering his face with his hands. He tottered over to the porch swing and sat down heavily. “Oh, God, Cindy.” The officer heard him choke back a sob.
It was calculated to make the cop feel uncomfortable in front of a man about to cry, but it didn’t. The cop wasn’t a rookie, and just cleared his throat, clearly indicating that he wasn’t leaving.
“Sir? If you could pull yourself together, I have more questions for you.” he said, sounding less than sympathetic.
“Oh, I couldn’t possibly answer anymore questions without my lawyer here.” he said, lowering his hands as his tears dried up. His cheeks were genuinely wet, tho, the cop couldn’t deny the emotion he’d just witnessed. Mike was obviously distraught, but also had pulled himself together enough to speak the magic words.
“Oh, well, you don’t need your lawyer for the questions I’m going to be asking.” said the cop smoothly. “Why don’t you start with what time you got here yesterday morning?”
“I don’t remember.” Mike told him. “I’m going inside and call her right now.”
“Ah, I can’t let you go in there.” the officer told him. “That’s a crime scene, and closed.”
“I don’t think I could stand to be in there right now anyway.” Mike agreed, getting up. “I’m going down the street to my friend’s house to make the call.”
The cop followed him off the porch and out to the sidewalk. Mike turned to look at him.
“Am I under arrest?” he asked.
“No, sir.” the cop answered. They were both on the sidewalk outside his house.
“Are you going to be following me all day?” he asked nastily. “I’m entitled to a little privacy while I consult my lawyer, and I’m very sure you’re not invited into my friends house, so why don’t you go get a warrant for her house to arrest me, because that’s where I’m going.”
The cop just looked at him blankly, then looked around for his partner, still inside. His orders said Mike Ménage was only to be arrested if he blatantly refused to cooperate, and he hadn’t. Mike was striding purposefully down the street, and the cop just watched him go. Three houses down on the same side of the street, Mike turned and went up the walk and entered a neighbor’s house without knocking. The cop spoke into his radio, and 5 minutes later, the first press van pulled up. It started raising the mast antenna before it had finished rolling to a halt across the street from the neighbor’s place he’d gone in.
“Hello viewers, I’m Amanda Foakmey, and we’re coming to you live outside this house in a normally quiet, peaceful neighborhood here in suburban Lakeside. Up the street there, you can see all sorts of police activity outside the last house on this street, where we are told dozens of men were killed, along with two uniformed police officers. Additionally, there are rumors of a woman being tortured and murdered here, but nobody seems willing to substantiate that.
“We are outside this house, where the owner of the first house, site of all the grisly murders is reported to be inside. It is unclear at this time if he is implicated in these murders or not, but he is definitely a “Person of Interest” according to one officer who does not wish to be named.
“Oh, wait! I see movement! Rob, are you getting this? Yes… it appears that someone… a man… is exiting the house! He’s coming this way!
“Sir!! Sir! If I might have a moment of your time? Sir?”
Mike turned to the lady reporter and smiled weakly.
“Can I help you? That’s my house up there, and I need to go…” he said, holding up one hand.
“Your name, sir? For our viewers?”
“I’m Mike. Mike Ménage.” he said. “Please? I need to go see about my wife. Well, my ex-wife, to be exact, but still…”
“Is she the woman who was murdered in there?” Amanda asked him, holding the microphone out to him.
“I… well, the police told me she is dead, but I don’t know where…”
“How about the dozens of dead men in there? Any idea who they were?” she asked.
“I don’t know any of them by face…” he said, “But the police told me it was… I think… Sal Mineo and his men? I think he’s… was… some sort of organized crime figure, but I don’t know about such things. I hear stuff, though.”
“They told you that? Sal Mineo is dead in your house?” she asked, her eyes shining with excitement.
“Look, I really shouldn’t be out here, talking to you like this. I really have to go. I have to find out about my wife… where she is. I have to see her.” Mike sounded really distraught as he said this last, his voice choking up.
“Yes, of course.” she said, letting him turn away. “There you have it, folks, straight from one of the witnesses himself, and the owner of the house where dozens of bodies, dead bodies, were carried out earlier today. Allegedly, the police told him one of the dead men was Sal Mineo, and others were his henchmen, but as yet the police have not positively identified ANY of the corpses found inside.
“This is Amanda Foakmey, reporting to you live from Lakewood. Back to our regularly scheduled programming, and we will bring you more news from here as it happens.”
The lights on the camera went off, and she hurried after Mike to catch up with him.
“Sir?” she called out. “Mr. Ménage?”
“Yes?” he said, turning. He sounded much less distraught than he had a moment ago on camera. “What do you want? I gave you your interview. Please leave me in peace.”
“I know, sir, but I was wondering if I could convince you to give me the exclusive. I’m sure my station would be willing to make it worth your while.”
“Hmm.” he said thoughtfully. “An exclusive, eh? What would you personally be willing to do to guarantee I won’t call channel 5 once I get inside?”
“What do you mean?” she asked, her eyes narrowing. “My station will be willing to pay you quite a large amount of money if what you just told me about Sal Mineo turns out to be true.”
“Oh, it is true.” he said. “And the money is one thing. That’s what the station has to do to guarantee my exclusive. What are you willing to do for me to ensure that you are the only reporter I will work with? This is a big story; could be a Pulitzer if you play it right.”
“What would you want?” she asked right back.
“Take a guess.” he smiled. “Your station will be giving me money. What could I possibly want from a beautiful, famous lady reporter such as yourself?”
“Mr. Ménage!! I am not a prostitute!” she exclaimed, looking hurt and offended. “I’ve never slept with anyone for a story, ever!”
“I never said you were.” he agreed. “But now you’ll never be a Pulitzer winner, either.” He started to turn back towards the house. “Please excuse me. I have to go call Alexis Morgan from channel 5.”
“Wait!! Mr. Ménage! Don’t do that! I’ll- I’ll come with you. I want this story.” she said, hurrying up to catch him as he reached the steps.
“Not here.” he said. “Come pick me up in an hour in your car and take me to your house. This is my neighbor’s house; I have her daughter babysit my son once in a while. We can’t do anything here. We are going to need privacy, and I assume we’ll have more of that at your place. Unfortunately, mine is crawling with police of all sorts.”
“Umm, okay.” she said, uncertainly. She turned back to the TV van and walked slowly towards it, her head down as she stared at the ground.
“Amanda?” he called out to her. She turned to look at him. “One hour. In sixty one minutes, I’m calling channel five.” She nodded at him weakly and climbed into the van. A moment later, it started lowering the antenna after starting up, then pulled out from the curb and went down the street.
He went back inside, where Misty was waiting for him.
“Wow, what did you say to her?” Misty asked him as he came through the door. “I’ve never met anyone who was on T.V. before.”
“I just gave her the bare bones of what’s been happening lately.” he said. “In an hour, she’s going to pick me up, and I’ll grant her an exclusive interview.”
“Yeah, right.” Misty snorted. “You’re going to strip her bare, and bone her for an hour.”
“What’s the matter, Misty? Jealous?” Mike grinned at the girl.
“Not really.” Misty said lightly. “As long as you promise that you’ll be here tomorrow to fuck me and my Mom some more.”
“Oh, hell yeah, you know it!” he grinned. “I just found the two of you; think I’m going to let the best thing to ever happen to me go so easily? Not on your life!!”
He went into the bathroom – alone- and ran his fingers through his hair, splashed some water on his face, then went out and sat on the couch to wait for Amanda to arrive.

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