Fiction

Fiction

Trapped in the Darkness

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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Watching Our Sexy Daughter
….”Watch us daddy!”…that’s how it first started. My girlfriend and I wanted my dad and mom to watch us dance. We loved to dance around and watch my mom and dads reaction to us. We had a big living room and we would spin around, do backbends, lift our legs high and do anything sexy to get my their reaction. I told my girlfriend in private, to watch my dad pants and see if he would get an erection, and watch my mom to see if she put her hand between her legs and rub her pussy.
…. It became a game with us to make them aroused. If we didn’t see a bulge forming in his pants, or my mom feel her own tit’s a little, we got bolder until they did. If that meant getting real close to them and touching them on the arms or sitting on their laps for a quick tease, we did it. We got very excited doing this, and we liked the horny feeling we got.
…. After a while my girlfriend and I would do our sleepover and finger ourselves while freshly thinking about seeing my parents get horny. We would whisper how big my dads boner looked and how my mom would squirm as she watched us. We bet we made them so horny he was probably fucking my mom right now. We did this many times but we wanted more now and we got bolder.
…. My mom would just smiled as she got turned on watched us. Mom looked like a perfect copy of me. We were the same size and my tits were growing to be as big as hers. They sat together and she would rub my dads leg and squirm as we danced for them. My girlfriend said she bet we were turning my mom on real good. Now they both would put on their robes when we practiced our dance routines. I loved turning them both on, It turned me on too.
…. It was kinda crazy. The three of us were all sexually attracted to each other, and that was the way it was.
….I acted as sexy as I could just to watch them both get aroused by me. They began to whisper during our dancing and smiled at us.
Mom and dad talked in private….
Dad….“She is so damn sexy I can’t help but get an erection. You can tell she gets excited when I do. She has started rubbing up against me in the kitchen now and I see her rubbing on you too.”
Mom…“Oh yes, she sure has. She rubs her arm against my tits and lightly feels my hips and ass. I get so wet and hot, it‘s so hard not to feel her sexy body in return.
….I fantasize about finding a way to get her in bed right between us. I notice she gets as turned on as we do, she gets wet too, I‘ve seen it. I want to play with her so bad. I’d love to finger her and make her orgasm real good. She keeps checking to see if we are getting turned on, you for an erection and me for my hand between my legs. She keeps getting bolder and bolder, soon I bet she‘ll make a move on us both. She wants some sex play. I can just tell, and I can‘t wait.
…. She’s just as horny as I was at that age. My mom and dad wouldn’t play with me, but I could make my dad get a hardon real easy. He would get red in the face and check to see where mom was. If it was clear, he’d close his eyes and let me rub his hardon for just a few minutes. I think he then went in the bathroom to jack off. I went in my bedroom, locked the door to finger my pussy.
….She’s so ready to do a strip for us, I can see it in her eyes as she wants to take her clothes off and let us look and her fine body. She’s just like me at that age and what I would have wanted to do. Maybe if we start fondling each other she‘ll just join in. All this is making me so damn horny, I just love it!”
…My mom brought home little dance outfits for me to wear. They were very sexy and short. Now that I had gotten tits, she would help me dress. She would adjust and adjust them to get them just right. It felt so good as her fingers touched my tits.
…One outfit they liked was a tiny top, actually to small, and a lot of my tits bulged out around it. It had a very tiny skirt and she got me a tiny thong to go with it. I was almost naked but I felt so free when I danced. Nothing pulling on me when I did my splits and bends. The second time I wore it, they got a big blanked and put over them. I couldn’t see daddy’s boner…but I got something better.
…They were playing with each other under the blanket. I could see their hands move under it and that turned me on a lot. I felt so good feeling that I could turn both my parents on. We all three were getting so turned on .
….I’ll always remember that night.
A lot happened and it still makes me wet thinking about it.
…My girlfriend and I were so hot we fingered ourselves to great orgasms….but…we were still horny though. We snuck out of my bedroom to go listen as my mom and dads bedroom door.
… We heard my mom moaning slightly. We both got tingles in our pussy’s. We knew they were fucking and we could now hear them. We quick went back to my bedroom. My girlfriend ask me if I was wet in my pussy. I said yes, take a look. I pushed the sheet down and raised up my night gown. I open up my legs wide for her to see. Her face went into shock. She asked if she could touch the wetness. I said to go ahead. I felt her finger rub over my wet clit.
…I had never had a girl do that to me before. A moan slipped out as my finger joined hers in feeling my pussy lips. “See how wet it is?” I said quietly. She said hers was even wetter. She slowly took off her panties and lay her hips down beside my face. We were now pussy to pussy. She lifted one leg up and showed me how wet she was and it even had dripped down her leg some.
…Now I got the shock as she fingered her own clit slowly. She and I were slowly fingering me, so I joined her finger in fingering her. Now we were fingering our selves and each other. This was a first for both of us and we were the most turned on we’d ever been. We couldn’t stop and it began to build up in us. We just kept on as we felt a bigger orgasm coming and just let it happen.
…We tried to moan quietly as it hit us. To watch close up a girl orgasm inches from my face make my orgasm the best I ever had. I watched both our fingers rub her pussy. The wetness and the clicking sound was awesome as I watched her pussy drip it’s juice. We wanted more of this and planned our next play session.
…We talked about our urge to lick us down there like the porn we had watched. We decided we would do that, next time. We were both shaking with excitement. The girls in the porn videos moaned beautiful and enjoyed it so much, we wanted to try it. It was so risky and daring, we could hardly wait.
…The next day my girlfriend called and said to meet her at a remote restroom at school. I went in and we checked to make sure no one was in there but us. We went in a stall and locked the door. She whispered that she needed a finger job and lifted up my school uniform skirt. She pulled my panties a side and found my clit. I did the same to her. We closed our eyes and thought about our hot night last night. It was so hot doing this I felt an orgasm coming on fast.
…She did too and we pulled us close together and rubbed or clits. I moaned quietly first as she joined me right away. Our legs shook a little as the great feeling shot through our pussy’s. My pussy felt good all the rest of the day…
…We met many times at that restroom. We stopped wearing panties on the day’s we met and one time she had her ’little friend’ in her pussy. It was a little dildo she hid in her pussy that day. She had one for me too. We worked them in and out of us like a guys boner and rubbed our clits at the same time…it was wonderful and exciting.
….That weekend she couldn’t come over for our ’special’ licking session, and so I did a dance for my parents alone.
… I felt extra horny and started doing a slight strip for them. They whispered to me to keep that up. I teased them and let the tops of my tits show. I loved watching them both get so turned on. I got closer to them and started taking the little dance costume off. I saw lots of movement under their usual robes and blanket. I watched mom’s eyes close and a little moan come from her. I think dad was fingering her. With mom’s eyes closed I leaned over and felt my daddy’s face.
.. He was warm and smiled at me so sexy. I saw the big tent between his legs and I started to really get wet. He took one hand and felt my face softly. I shivered and got a feeling in my pussy. I had never had one of those before. Mom still had her eyes closed and seemed like she was in a fantasy land somewhere. I saw lots of movement between her legs with the blanket moving. I took dad’s hand and move it to my tits. Now his eyes closed. I wanted under that blanket so bad to feel his tenting cock.
…Mom slowly opened her eyes and smiled big it me. She moved the blanket and sat me down between them. I was so out of breath with anticipation as to what was going to happen next. They both cover us all up with the blanket.
… We all had a long talk. They told me how wonderful my dances were and how it make their sex life so hot. My dad still was feeling my tits and now mom joined him. They pulled my tiny top down and both felt me more. Dad said he knew my boyfriend had just move away and I was getting no sex. They wanted me to have sex like them and get the thrills they were. I was getting so wet as they felt my tits and nipples.
…The said they have an idea that can give me some wonderful sex like we have. Come with us into our bedroom and we’ll show you what we mean.
….My heart was beating so fast as we all stood up and they walked me to their bedroom. They left the lights off except for a night light. They both began to undress me, kissing me and my body both. I got new chills and I felt dizzy. We all got naked. I had never seen them naked and my dads big boner was so hot looking. He let me feel it my mom’s tits too. That made me hot I was shaking in my tummy.
….We all got in the bed with me in the middle. My dad said to just relax and enjoy. My mom whispered how beautiful I looked and how sexy my tits were. I lay there just letting them play with me. I had never been this horny and excited in my life all at once. I told them my girlfriend and I fingered each other while we had no boyfriends at this time. They got all excited and want all the details.
…I told them and how exciting is was. All this time they felt my body and kissed my tits and nipples. I had major jitters as their fingers came closer and closer to my pussy. Mom took my hand and placed on dads boner.
…I almost orgasmed as I felt it. She took my other hand and placed it on her wet pussy. I loved the feeling of her wet bush as my pussy quivered inside. Mom whispered that we can do anything we want in here, so feel free to do anything you have an urge to do.
….My list of urges was getting to be a long one by now. I started with dad’s boner. It was bigger than my last boyfriends and I love feeling it. I felt it all over and stroked it. My other hand felt moms pussy and her big clit. I loved rubbing it and making her jump and moan. Both their hands were on my pussy now and they sure knew hot to make me tingle and get very wet.
…My strongest urge was with feeling dad’s hard boner. As a young girl I had gotten a crush on my dad and had wanted him to feel me up and more, but he never did. Now was my chance to satisfy that urge. I got on top of my daddy and put his boner between my wet legs. I clamped my legs together on it. Mom felt us both and she was making us all hot with her feels. Dad’s nice hands felt my back and hips. Mom felt my tits real good and kissed them real hot.
….I thought about my girlfriend and how she would love to be me right now. I thought…maybe someday I let her take my place and they can make her this hot.
…I started sliding down on my dad.
Mom thought…
…There she goes, just what I would do. I wanted to lick and suck my dad’s cock so bad when I was her age, and now I get to watch her do it. While she’s busy down there, I’m putting my pussy up to dad’s face. I’m putting my face close to hers get a close up of her sucking his cock. I want dad to lick me like I had wished my dad would have done to me, so many times. I just knew he jacked off thinking about fucking me, so I timed it so when I was sure he was. I would finger myself to a great orgasm thinking about us fucking together.
Dad was thinking….
…It’s hard to believe she’s doing this. I’ve fucked her mentally while fucking mom, many times. Mom knew I did and acted like her to give me a real hot thrill. Mom fantasized I was her dad, and I was finally fucking her. I whispered and called her by her teenage nick name to make her moan real long. Now I watched our daughter sucking my cock for our first time.
…Oh my…here comes mom’s pussy for me to lick. I must have died and gone to heaven. Mom is so wet and excited, I’ve never seen her clit so sensitive when my tongue touches it. She loves it when I make her cum by sucking and licking on her nice clit. I can’t take much more of this…my balls are so ready to cum…
Daughters thoughts…
…I’m going to give dad the best blow job and feel him cum in my mouth…mom is helping me by feeling all over us both. Dad is mine this time mom, I want it all. I can get almost all of his cock in my mouth…now up and down as I feel his balls. He’s getting ready….he’s moaning…go daddy cum for me…now!
…I felt the first jerking blast fill my mouth. Mom moaned as she must have climaxed as dad licked her clit. Dad kept shooting and moms hips were face fucking dad. I fingered myself and it was a big one. I massaged my G spot as my super orgasm shook me hard. We all three jerked and moaned….oh my god…my first swallow of dads cum. I shook all over as mom took over and now she got her shots of his cum. We were all out of breath and moaning as mom and I licked dad, over and over. Dad just kept making mom jump with his licks to her clit.
….. I could have never ever guessed….. it would be as good at this……

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Georgia Part 06

18 yo girl leaves an all girls boarding school and is determined to have some fun before going to university

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One Dark Wintry Night

This story is NOT Grammerically correct that is a problem for you PLEASE Move on. If you are an Editor and wish to assist me I would be happy to give credit.

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Shipwrecked 6

I wrote this story a while ago for a friend, and she liked it so much, she posted it. I have decided to write some more, so I am re-posting this story under my name, with a couple adjustments and the appropriate tags. I am interested in useful comments and seeing how it’s rated, so please feel free. THIS STORY IS A WORK OF FICTION, INTENDED FOR ADULTS ONLY. TO ANY PERSON OF ANY AGE. NAMES, CHARACTERS, PLACES AND INCIDENTS ARE FROM THE AUTHOR’S WARPED IMAGINATION. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ACTUAL EVENTS, OR LOCALES OR PERSONS, LIVING OR DEAD, IS ENTIRELY COINCIDENTAL.

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One Step Ahead – Part 2

There’s more hot stuff in this one than Part 1, but it’s still a little slow. I think that I’ve gotten all the background stuff out, so hopefully we’ll have a lot more sex from here on out. :)Part 2
Moving to Uncle John’s place was actually a relief. Even though Mindy had been on good behavior since Dad announced his cancer I had been concerned about how she would act if it was just us. I hoped that she would take her annual stipend and leave my life forever, but it wasn’t to be. She moved in right along with me.
Uncle John had a pretty sweet house and part of me was excited to be there. Dad had more money than Uncle John but had been a lot more reserved in how he spent it, resulting in a nice but not lavish house. I think that Aunt Sue had a lot to do with the house, but regardless of the cause, it was fantastic. The lived in one wing and gave me another whole wing to myself.
Mindy was living in the same wing I was, but we were at opposite ends of the wing and these wings were as large as normal houses so I figured I’d have plenty of space from the witch anyway. I was wrong.
“I know that you’ve been through a lot and you’ll be at a new school and are starting over completely after having lost your dad but I hope you know that I’m there for you and we can be best friends! I’m in the same boat as you and completely alone too, so I’m sure it’ll be nice for us to bond.” Mindy was talking at me while we were carrying in the few things that had been left to the movers.
She was right that I’d have no friends, my dad died right after my sophomore year ended so my aunt and uncle decided that it’d be good for me to move to a school that was closer to where they lived for to finish high school. I didn’t really have an opinion on that, my relationships with people at my old school had pretty much deteriorated to nothing so I wasn’t going to miss that school.
I wasn’t entirely sure what she meant about her not having friends. Seeing how I was the only person in the world who wasn’t infatuated with Mindy she had tons of friends, she had a steady stream of girlfriends coming by wanting to go shopping or to the spa with her, she didn’t lack for anything in the world, friends included.
I also noticed that Mindy seemed to be back to her teasing ways. My aunt and uncle had been home to help with the large move with the movers, but for this second smaller move of just personal items they were out at a business event. Mindy was wearing little fluffy cloth booty shorts and a thin tank top with a black bra. She took every opportunity to bend over in front of me.
My eyes and body, of course, betrayed me. She bent over in front of me to put a box down and I felt myself becoming painfully stiff looking at her ass. She turned around and caught me staring and just laughed. She walked by me on her way back to the car but ran her hands down my chest on her way out. Part of me wanted to run screaming; most of me wanted to excuse myself to the bathroom and relieve myself.
After we finished moving all the boxes in she told me that she was going to take a shower. I nodded my acknowledgement and went to my room to continue getting it in order.
“Jason, do you know where my lotions are? I can’t find them anywhere!” Mindy asked me from my door.
“I’m pretty sure I put that box in…,” I was cut off in mid sentence when I turned around and saw her wearing only a towel that hardly covered the important bits, “err, umm, I put that box, I think I put it in your bathroom.”
“Well come help me find it! I didn’t see it anywhere.” She said while beckoning for me to follow.
I was mute as I followed her into the bathroom. The box was right next to the sink and already open to all her lotions. When I saw it I was so frustrated that I just knew that I couldn’t take it anymore.
She was babbling something about how silly she was but I wasn’t listening. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her putting both my hands on the breasts that had occupied my thoughts for so many hours.
For just a moment we stood there like that and I could have sworn that I could feel her tremble slightly. Then time unpaused and she screamed while tearing herself away from me, “What are you doing Jason? I can’t believe you would do that to me! I know you’re going through a rough time but that doesn’t excuse a complete lack of manners!”
I felt like a fool. I stood there with her berating me for a fool while staring at my hands. I couldn’t believe what I’d just done. I’d given in to her. I felt defeated. I ignored whatever else she had been saying and walked back to my room in complete dejection.
I vowed to myself that from that point forward I’d ignore her no matter how outrageous she was to me. I wouldn’t give her any satisfaction of knowing the power she had over me. It occurred to me that I’d made similar promises in the past but this time it felt different. I was sure that this time I’d actually succeed.
Life at Uncle John’s was certainly different. My dad had been the workhorse of the company in terms of development, but my Uncle was the networker who had the connections that got the company to where it was today. His house was constantly the spot for barbeques, parties, dances, and anything else. They never said specifically that I had to attend but it was clear that I was expected to.
Mindy seemed to love the festive atmosphere. She loved decking herself out in a new outfit and parading it around our wing and asking me what I thought. It became common practice for her to come into my room with a dress on to ask me if I liked it. I would never respond, at most I’d make an noncommittal grunt.
The first few times I ignored her she seemed peeved and I noticed that suddenly new dresses were being paraded into my room. Dresses that she’d never have worn to the parties. Dresses that she’d likely not have worn except on an anniversary with a significant other.
I would be lying to say that I completely ignored her but I did my best. After ignoring so many of her whorish outfits I clearly remember one dress. It was a black dress that must have been made of silk because it looked as soft as air but it had a glow to it even in the terrible lighting of my room. The top half was held up by two thin straps, with it dipping down into her cleavage, exposing an expanse of her breasts but covering the important bits in such a way that it was hard to even notice the cleavage because you would look so hard to see if something more would be exposed when she moved. The bottom half was cut short so that it ended well above her knee, probably closer to the start of her panties than her knees.
She had a wicked gleam in her eye when she realized that she’d finally caught my attention. She spun around to show me the back of the dress. Except, there really wasn’t a back to the dress. Her entire back was exposed. It was cut so low it was amazing that I couldn’t see the top of her perfect ass. The dress was cut so that the back of the dress actually dropped quite low, well below her knees.
I managed to tear my eyes away from her right as her spin was finishing. I had turned back to my book and was studiously ignoring her. I heard her make an irrirated, “Hmmfph!” at my lack of attention. She floated her next to me. I was watching her advance in my peripheral vision so closely that my eyes ached. She stood next to me then bent down to whisper in my ear, “You can pretend not to see me but I saw the way your eyes devoured me and I know that you liked what you saw.”
I was staring so hard at my book that I thought I was going to burn holes in it when I felt her hand grasp my chin. She turned my head to look her in the eyes, only inches away from her face. She moved forward a few inches and planted a kiss on my mouth. Yet again this woman had managed to completely short circuit my brain, I wasn’t thinking a single thought, my mouth was hanging open in shock. She smiled at me then leaned forward and gave me another kiss, but this time pushing her tongue into my mouth and started to move it around, looking for my tongue, trying to make me kiss her back.
My brain finally turned back on and I ripped out of her hand and pulled myself away as if burned. She couldn’t have known it but she had just stolen my first kiss. I hadn’t been particularly saving it for anyone, but it hurt more than anything to know that the person I hated most in the world had just stolen it from me.
“You can pretend to be hurt and offended but your little soldier is telling me everything I need to know,” she taunted me while reaching out to squeeze my cock through my pants. She let go of it and then reached up to the straps of her dress, pushing them off her shoulders so that it pulled at her feet, leaving her wearing nothing but her bra and a thong. Then she turned and left my room.
I couldn’t help myself. I was weak. I immediately got up to lock my door then relieved myself while thinking of what it would have been like if she had done more than just squeeze my poor dick. Immediately after spurting out into a tissue, in that brief moment of clarity after a man’s orgasm where his head is completely clear of sexual thoughts, it came crashing down on me that I’d failed. Again. I renewed my promise to myself that I wouldn’t let her get to me.
That night at the party it became clear that she’d renewed her own efforts to break through my barriers. Despite my general dislike for her I’d often been grateful for her presence in the past. She and I would stay pretty close to one another while in groups of rich, powerful, and influential people. It was easier to cling to someone you knew, even if you didn’t like them, than risk getting lost in the hub bub of well wishers and do gooders.
Tonight was different. She continually grabbed my ass, stroked my back, and generally molested me. It didn’t matter to her if I was talking to someone or not, she’d just tease me relentlessly. It culminated when I was talking to a friend of my dad’s who I had met a few times before. He was a huge hockey fan who used to attend games with my dad and I. He was one of the people I legitimately liked talking to and he was offering me access to his box during the upcoming season. While he was doing this I saw Mindy behind him. She walked up close enough that he wouldn’t feel her presence, glanced around to see if anyone was looking, then pulled the front of her dress down. Her breasts were on full display, nothing covering them. I stuttered in mid sentence and spilled my drink on myself.
She rushed over and asked if I was ok and if I’d gotten anything on myself. My dad’s friend was saying something comforting about how he hated when that happens. Or maybe not. I don’t know. All I could think about right then was that Mindy had perfect tits. She made some sort of apology and was ushering me out under the guise of me needing to change my clothes.
As soon as we were out of the party and back in our wing of the house I whirled around and in a harsh whisper demanded to know what she was thinking.
She rolled her eyes at me and said, “Oh please, as if you didn’t enjoy it. I bet you’re still thinking about them. Want to see again?”
“No!” I was trying not to shout but my voice was definitely raised.
“Jason! Shhhh, we can’t have anyone coming over here!”
I started to shout something else at her but she stepped up to me and kissed me. I’d always thought that kissing was something that took conscious effort. I’d heard that sex was instinctual, but I guess kissing is too because my body took over for me. It was easily the most intense moment of my life. I could feel her lips pressing against mine. I had no idea how soft her lips were, how gentle they would feel pressed against mine. My own tongue snaked out and gently stroked her lips then slipped into her mouth; tentative at first but stronger behind it, pushing in and finding her own tongue waiting for me.
My skin was on fire, my heart was beating harder than I think it’d ever beat before…and she pulled away from me. I opened my eyes to look at her, confused. Her own skin was flushed, her eyes were sparkling, and her mouth was curled into the one of the biggest smiles I’d ever seen on her face. She was stunning. In that moment I was ready to forget all the hate, all the rage, all the frustration. I reached up to take her in my arms but she danced away from me, laughing in my face.
“Don’t you see, Jason? I can play you like a fiddle. You’re mine to do with what I want. You can have more of that some day but not now! No, not unless I’m letting you! No touching! You need to play by my rules. You don’t understand it yet, but you will. I’m smarter than you! I have more experience. It’s hopeless. Now run to your room little boy, go change your clothes and get back to the party!”
With that she skipped off. She didn’t literally skip off, but it felt like she did. All the dark emotions were flooding back into me, stronger than ever. I stormed back up to my room, tearing my clothes off. I knew there was no way I was going to make another appearance at the party.
I dreamed of my parents that night. I dreamed of them sometimes but it was rarely happy dreams. Tonight was no exception. I was a 10 year old again, strapped into the car watching while a truck hurtled around the corner. I knew what was going to happen and started screaming for my mom to move, to run. Then I saw who was driving the truck. It was my dad. He drove the truck straight into mom. Then he started giggling. I don’t know how I could hear him, but it was a dream I guess. He put the truck into reverse and backed away a little ways, then put it into drive and gunned the engine. I threw myself against my seatbelt screaming until it hurt, screaming no no No No No NO NO NO NO NO the whole time.
“Jason! Jason honey wake up! It’s just a dream! Wake up!” Aunt Sue was shaking me awake. Light was streaming into the room. Tears were pouring down my face. I was bewildered at first but as it sunk in where I was, that it was just a dream my panic started to dissipate. I grabbed Aunt Sue and clung to her while the tears ran their course.
It felt good while she held me. I could feel how much she loved me. I knew that she had been extremely close with my mom in particular, but my dad as well. It was like I could feel her love permeating through to me, her understanding of my pain. It occurred to me that I could trust her in other ways too. I could explain to her about Mindy. I didn’t know what she’d do, but I was sure she could help. I opened my mouth to talk to Aunt Sue but before I could say anything she spoke up.
“Jason your uncle and I are taking a trip for the rest of the week. An opportunity came up for your uncle and that he can’t miss so I’m going to go with him. We’ll be back next Tuesday. Mindy had too much to drink last night and stayed up too late. She’s sleeping it off in her room. I don’t know how that woman stays so strong but she’s such an angel. Putting up with all the all farts hitting on her as if she isn’t the widowed wife of their old friend and colleague. I want you take care of her this morning when she wakes up, she deserves to be treated like a princess.”
My mouth went completely dry. I loved my aunt but I knew right then that I couldn’t go to her for help. I was alone against Mindy. I knew that if Aunt Sue was on Mindy’s side then Uncle John would automatically take her side too. I felt the ground open up underneath me, I felt dizzy even though I was still lying in bed. I mumbled and acknowledgement to Aunt Sue then she told me to be good and left. It was just me and Mindy for the next 5 days. I felt like I needed to puke.
I left to take a walk and decided that the best course of action would be to be in the house as little as possible over the next few days. I spent that day playing frisbee in a park with some guys I’d never met before but who seemed friendly enough. I went out with them and learned their names were Keith, Larry (poor kid), and Tony. The four of us grabbed dinner together and I learned that they’d be going to the same school that I was transferring to. They were all going into their senior year but they told me to make sure I looked them up on my first day and they’d give me a tour. I also found out that they could routinely be found in the park playing football or any other sport and I was welcome to join, it was a come as you can arrangement and lots of people would filter in.
I got home late that night. The day felt like a resounding success. As I walked up to my room I saw the light to Mindy’s room was off so I tried to creep by without making any noise. As I passed I heard a slight squeaking as if the bed were bouncing and a small moan. I froze in my tracks. I knew, I just knew that I should keep going. I told myself not to investigate. I was weak. I turned and crept closer to her door. I put my ear against it and listened intently.
The sounds weren’t very loud but they were unmistakable nonetheless. Mindy was in her room masturbating. I don’t know how long I stood there, but it was minutes at the least. After what seemed an eternity I heard the moans change but not to become more aroused, rather, they sounded frustrated. They became louder and the frustration was unmistakable. Finally they stopped altogether and I could hear heavy breathing and what sounded like crying.
It’s an enormous understatement to say that I was confused, however, thankfully, the crying has also killed the arousal for me. I tip toed to my room and lay in my bed wondering what that was all about. When I fell asleep I dreamed of her. She was sitting in front of me with her legs wide open, rubbing herself in front of me and telling me to take what I wanted. I moved in front of her then pushed her onto her back. I was suddenly naked and I pressed the tip of my cock against her pussy. I looked her in the eye then thrust into her. I’d never felt anything so incredible. It felt warm, moist, and incredibly soft. I enjoyed it for a moment then stopped thrusting my hips. Except, although neither of were moving, I could still feel her pussy sucking on me. Suddenly I was confused…sucking on me…
I bolted awake, sitting straight up and staring down at myself. There was Mindy, wearing nothing but a pair of boy shorts, sucking on my cock. Her eyes looked up at mine, staring at me while sucking on me. I was looking her directly in the eye when I could feel the familiar pressure building in my balls. I was going to cum in her mouth. Despite all the hate from last night I was excited.
She must have sensed my excitement because she started sucking harder. I was on the very verge of cumming when she sat up and stopped. My hips started bucking against the air wildly but she patted my chest and spoke to me saying, “Ah ah ah, no cumming for you honey. She then grabbed my balls with her left hand, viciously squeezing them. It wasn’t like being kicked but it absolutely destroyed my orgasm.
She laughed at me then waltzed out of the room, shaking her tight little ass as she did so. I wanted to scream out my frustration but bit it back so as to not give her the satisfaction. I lept out of bed to take a shower. I relieved myself in the shower but I could still feel the dull ache of blue balls and knew it would be a miserable day for me.
I didn’t have the heart to go back to the park and join Keith and his friends. I went out but I couldn’t tell you what I did that day. I got home late at night again and passed out. The next day I woke to another morning blow job and again was given the ball destroying treatment before I could cum. The same thing was repeated the next day.
The next morning I woke to the same thing happened but this time I snapped. I screamed at her to stop and grabbed her by the hair, wrenching her off of me and threw her to the floor. I’d kept growing over the years and I was 6’1” now. I wasn’t filled out particularly well, but I was more than strong enough to throw little Mindy to the ground.
I immediately felt awful for doing so, but at least she’d stopped her torture. I looked down at her and was completely unsure what it was that was in her eyes, but it wasn’t pain or hate. She calmly stood up and walked out of the room. I somehow felt that I’d condemned myself to something much worse. I wasn’t wrong.
That night I locked my door when I went to sleep. I have no idea why I bothered, everyone has keys to the whole house, but at the time I felt safe. I woke up the next morning feeling slightly different. The now familiar ecstasy of a blow job was there, but I also felt confined. I realized that she’d handcuffed me to the bed. All four limbs, spread eagled out. I started to panic, yanking against the restraints but nothing happened.
She’d stopped blowing me to watch my reaction, giggling at my futile attempts to get free. After I’d worn myself out she bent back down to her task and continued to blow me. She put me to within an inch of cumming then would squeeze my balls until I was no longer on the precipice. Then she’d start over. She must have done that a dozen times. Maybe more.
I can’t remember ever feeling such agony. It was horrible. After however long she kept that up she pressed a button on the handcuffs. I couldn’t see at the time but there were little clocks on them and they would automatically unlock after a certain amount of time. She then strutted over to the door and said, “I hope you had fun, I know *I* did!” and walked out.
That day wasn’t the day that changed my life forever, but it was the day that set in motion everything that would. I told myself that I would pay her back for this. I would make her pay and pay and pay. I told myself that the debt would never be equal, no matter what, she would never be able to make it up to me.
I set about planning my revenge. I would make sure that no matter what, nothing would go wrong. No matter what actions she was taking to ensure her own safety I would find a way to make her pay. I would do what it took to take my pound of flesh. I was done putting up with her bullshit. I was going to find a way to own her. She would be mine and she would pay.

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