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This story is fictional and does not intend to advocate for incestuous relationships.
Unless of course both partners are of legal age and have consented. In that case, have at it and enjoy,
This story is fictional and does not intend to advocate for incestuous relationships.
Unless of course both partners are of legal age and have consented. In that case, have at it and enjoy,
A girl gets close to her Uncle..
Dan comes home from school to learn his little sister needs help with her sex life. He is only too eager to help her with her problem.
Mom excepts her new role in her son’s life
Nerd Sex
By Blueheatt
A woman moved in next door to my girlfriend and I. A real nerd. I could tell she had a hot body, big tits, nice ass and legs through her lab coat she always wore. She wore no makeup, piled her hair up sloppy, dumb looking glasses and was not into guys much. She was 23, and only had a few dates with other nerds. My girlfriend and I took and interest in her and soon she spent a lot of time at our house.
… She was the ultimate naïve girl. My girlfriend got close to her with secret girl talk. She had never had sex and hadn’t even ever masturbated. Her parents were brainy nerd professors and all they ‘all’ did was read books as she grew up, except no books about… sex. She was adopted. Her parent weren’t into all that messy sex stuff. They home schooled her with the finest schooling. They got her a degree.
…. She was so into the science lab where she worked, it had consumed her whole life. Her I.Q. was really high.
…I started getting sexually interested in her. She liked my male attention. Every one has things that turn them on and I wanted to turn her on to me. I slowly got real close to her. She would gasp if I hugged her or rubbed her arm. I would whisper to her when the girlfriend was out of the room, how smart she was that I liked her and I would squeeze her hand. She would gulp and start breathing hard. As time went by, she would close her eyes and just stand there as I rubbed her arm and whispered how much I liked her body. Now she would look at me with loving eyes and then she would lean her head on my chest.
… She was getting attracted to me. Just what I wanted. I started sexually teasing her when the girlfriend wasn’t around. She didn’t quite understand it, but her breathing told me she was effected by it.
…One evening when the girlfriend was out of town, the nerd (Jenny) ask me to come over and just talk. She saw me looking at her tits, she had no bra on. She asked me why I liked her tits so much. I told her because I had an urge to feel them, and that it would please me to do so. I ask her if I could feel them. She said with a quiet tremble in her voice: “Sure, go ahead“. She had on this ugly robe, so I reached in and felt her nice big tits. She just stood there with a gasping reaction. I started kissing and sucking in them. When I got to her nipples, things changed. She sucked a big breath and said: “That feels quiet pleasant. How does it feel to you?”
I wanted to say…..(’it makes me want to fuck you!, lady’)…but with her,… a little at a time. I said I loved doing it, but it’s so much better for both of us to do it lying down. She said: “Oh…..well….let’s go lay down then. She held my hand and led me to her bed. We moved a bunch of books and she lay on her back and waited. I got on top of her, and started sucking her nipples good. She started breathing pretty heavy, but still did know how to react. I told her to close her eyes and I would show her other places that ’felt pleasant’. She said ’ok’ and I began to open her robe up all the way. I slowly removed her panties and started kissing down on her tummy and kept going. She said: “Oh Wow!….that’s real pleasant.”
Now I was getting somewhere. I placed her hands on my head as I opened her legs wide and my tongue headed for her pussy. I said: “You guide me to where it feels the most ‘pleasant’….ok?”
…This was all new to her, but she did it. She had a cute patch of pubic hair and a tiny clit. When my tongue touched her clit. She jumped. She held my head tight and took a big breath. “There” she said. “Keep doing that please.”
Jenny thought…..
…Sex lessons, that’s what I never learned. Mom and dad never talked or taught me about sex. I’m loving this, I’m going to need a lot of sex lessons from James…I’m a good student and I want to do good at this. He’ll be the perfect teacher for me, and so far he as taught me many new things. I feel affection toward him and new feelings that make me want to have some sex with him. He makes me feel excited and nervous at the same time. I won’t fail at this because I want him to like me. I love these new feeling I get from him, and now I want more. Strange how sex does this to a girl. I need to study up on ‘sex’, but I have a great teacher.
James….
…It was the first time a guy had licked her pussy. I started in to make her as really turned on as I possibly could.
….She continued to hold my head and guide my tongue to her clit. “Oh my, that is really feeling good James, I feel all kinds of new things in my body going on. Can we do this a lot?” she said. I said: “Oh yes, there is a lot more that this.”
“Oh… I want you to teach me everything about this ‘sex‘. I feel like I want to kiss you James. Can we kiss too?”
…I thought…what a golden opportunity to train a woman to my liking. Un-tainted by the anyone. I kept licking her clit as she began to moan for her first time. Her knees came up and she raised her pussy up with my long licks of her slit, ending the lick on her clit. “Oh James, I feel a real good feeling building up inside of me, keep that up please.” she said breathlessly. She had never had an orgasm and she was about to have her first with my tongue. I held her hot squirming legs as she felt for the first time an orgasm coming. She ran her fingers thru my hair and unconsciously pulled it. She began to tremble as I nibbled on her now swollen clit. She started in with her out of control moans. “Oh James…I…I’m…Oh Yes James …I can’t take it.. “ She pulled my tongue away from her clit and shook hard. “Oh My God” she cried out. “That….oh god…James…that…that..”
…He first orgasm shook her up real good. She was now speechless and just moaned and squirmed over and over. She finally composed her self and pulled me up and kissed me with all the passion she had. Now was the time to teach her about our tongues. I darted my in between her lips. She shuddered and after several darts of mine, she slowly let her tongue slip in my mouth. “James…I can’t breathe…please wait.” She caught her breath and then she went right back to our tongue fest. For at least 10 minutes she now let her tongue go wild and feel my tongue with hers. “James …your beautiful, I have wild feelings about you I can’t control. I want you to keep holding me forever….but that doesn’t make sense. I feel so good I want…I want…oh James..”
….I let her sort out in her mind the new things that just happened and went back to my place. I left her with her eyes closed and in a daze.
….Fate stepped in and my girlfriend called. I got dumped. She found someone new and would be by one last time to pick up her stuff. I tried to sound disappointed on the phone, but I was smiling big.
….By Friday night Jenny was over. The girlfriend was now gone and Jenny wanted to learn anything I wanted to teach her. We went to her place. After we showered and I just let her watch me as I watched her, we headed for her bed. She had never seen a man naked before live and she had a lot of questions. She was shocked at the difference between a regular sized cock and a full erection. I let her touch, feel and play with my cock. She said quietly: “I feel like I would like to kiss it, is that normal?” I smiled to keep from laughing and said: “Oh yes all girls like to kiss men’s cocks.” She looked relieved and kissed my erection. Once, twice and then just kept on kissing it.
…Now was the time to talk about ’oral sex’ and a new word: ’Blow Job’. I explained that was just an expression, that girls liked to ‘suck’ and not ‘blow’ on men’s cocks. She was all excited and just had to try it. I coached her about not letting her teeth scrape my cock, and it takes ‘lots of practice’ to get it right. I let her ‘practice’ on me for a while. I coached her and she was a quick learner and I was feeling real good as she wanted to please me, the teacher. Now I talked about cum. I said ‘if’ she got real good at sucking my cock, she would get a nice reward when ‘cum’ came shooting out the end of my cock and inside her mouth. She was all excited and said she would try real hard to get the reward. I said: “Tomorrow I’ll let you try that, but for now, to practice, rub my cock up and down to see if you can make it cum, ok?”
… I brought this little ’bell’ with me. When you hear me ring it, that means it’s ’practice time’…ok?” She said “Ok!” Now…I need to practice licking you between your legs Jenny.” She said: “ Oh James, you don’t need any practice at all, you’ve got it down perfect!… but you can practice on me anytime you want.”
….I was on my back and moved her on top of me 69 and let her ’practice’ jacking me off. I began to lick her wonderful virgin pussy again. She hiked her pussy up and backed it into my tongue. Now the moaning started as she jacked me as I had taught her to do. She wanted that reward and really worked it. As I brought her up to a new way for her to have and orgasm, she got real turned on and hyper as she moaned and jacked me faster. I soon felt her lips go over my cock and listened to her moan and breathe hard.
….I could hold off no more as I shot a big load in her mouth. She jerked her head and moaned loud as I squeezed her clit with my lips. She bucked her hips and moaned her orgasm again. She trembled awhile and then said: “James…(breath)..I did it!…and I got the reward. Oh my god that was….(gasp) so exciting…the cum reward is so warm and a little salty, but I love it!…. Do that again!”
…I had to explain about waiting for another load.
….I moved in with her the next day.
…It was Saturday and all day long we ‘practiced’ feeling each other. I taught her about masturbation. This was new and she said: “I had this wonderful thing between my legs all this time?, Oh James…how can I thank you.” I said:
“Tonight.”
….That night I showered with her and showed some fun things to do in the shower. I got her pussy all soaped up and we did a little expanding as she was a virgin. I showed her how to find her G spot. I think she orgasmed 3 times as we played.
…I got into bed and reached over and rang the little bell. She came running in saying: “Practice time!”, and jumped on top of me. I told her to put my hard cock between her legs and rub her pussy up and down on it. She said: “oooooo I like this. I felt her big tits as she did tongue ‘practice’ on mine. My cock was rubbing right on her clit as she got hotter and hotter. I said to ‘practice’ putting my cock inside of her pussy. She started trying a little at a time. She said: “..oh James…this is feeling better and better, it was a little tight at first but it’s starting to go in further. The further it goes in, it feels even better…oh god James…my pussy is jacking you now, this is the best!”
…I let her go at her own pace as she began to get a rhythm going. I loved listening to her pant and moan as she was now fucking for her first time. She was experiencing for the first time, sex with a guy. I watched her pink face as she worked up the good feeling higher and higher. She managed to say: “…James….I’ve never felt this before…. is it taking my mind…. to new ….and….wonderful places….(gasp)…oh….oh..” As the climax climbed up high she started to shake….she let out a shaky moan, that I’ll never forget.
…She clamped her arms around me and fucked me hard and stopped and shook some more. I let go with a hot load in her which caused her to squeal and dig her pussy hard into my cock….
My cock just kept on shooting in her until I was totally spent. We lay there in a arm wrapped ball of euphoria. Twitching and spasms were all we felt as sleep took us over…….
——–
….Jenny was now a lusty, horny wild girl. She wanted to experience her new found life every night.
She would go in the lady’s restroom at work and finger herself now. Another nerd girl named Molly, heard her moan and ask her all about her pleasure sounds.
….One day she called from her work and said she had a surprise for me that evening. I was in the back of the house when she came home. I heard my little bell ringing and ringing. I wondered what she was up to. I came in the living room. There was Jenny, bell in hand and this girl named Molly. I had heard all about Molly from Jenny when Molly caught Jenny masturbating in the restroom at work. Molly ask nothing but questions to Jenny every chance she got from then on. Questions that Jenny didn’t know the answer to yet.
…. Molly was a nerd ok, but…. beyond her thick glasses and messy blond hair, I saw nice round tits and a hot body. Beautiful long legs, and a face to die for. They both smiled at me and then Jenny spoke:
“James, this is Molly and she needs sex lessons bad. I’ll be gone for about 3 hours, can you give her a first lesson?”
….I was so stunned, I could only nod my head as Molly and I smiled at each other. Jenny left and Molly stood up, kicked off her shoes, took her glasses off, pulled her blond hair back and pinned it and took her long lab coat off.
….She was completely naked.
…My eyes feasted on her young full pointy tits and super hot body. She smiled big, walked over to me and said softly:
……..(”So…where do we start?”)……
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Chapter 10
I could feel every heartbeat in my throbbing dick as she stood and stared at it, wondering what she was going to do next. ‘Daddy, you awake?” I heard her say right before I heard the shutter sound from her camera, then another. I eased one eye open to see her head only inches from my dick, holding her camera out with one arm she continued to take pictures. By now my dick was standing straight up in the air throbbing. I watched as she positioned herself on her knees by the couch, holding the camera above my chest she opened her mouth and held it only inches from the head of my dick and started taking more pictures. After taking a few more she stood and walked back to her room.
I laid there wanting to get up and see what she was doing with the pictures, was she going to send them to her admirer or post them on her thread? As I started to get up and see I heard her walking back toward me so I closed my eyes again. “What if he wakes up? Yeah its still hard, it looks bigger now that it did earlier.” I realized she was on the phone with someone. “Hold on I have to lay the phone down. Yeah Im gonna take pictures. You awake daddy?” I decided not to peek this time in fear of her seeing me so I laid there my heart racing. I heard her lay her phone on the floor, I knew she had to be on her knees again. My heart almost stopped when I felt her hand wrap around my throbbing dick, I heard the camera shutter a few times and she removed her hand. “Yeah I did it. You think so? If he wakes up im gonna be in a lot of trouble, I cant believe im doing this. Hold on.” The phone hit the floor again. She wasted no time, I felf her hand back on my dick again but no pictures. She was moving her hand up and down stroking my dick when I felt her wet lips on my dick, then she let her grip go and her lips slowly slid down around my dick. She took about half of my dick in her mouth and I heard her camera begin to shutter and continue to shutter as she slowly slid her lips back up my dick until she let if fall from her mouth. “I cant believe I just did that! No I couldn’t get it all in. Don’t worry ill have them on there in a minute.” I heard her go back to her room.
After laying there stroking my dick for a while I decided to get up and see what she had done with the pictures. Wasting no time I went straight to her thread which had two pages added to it since the last time I looked, seems she is very popular on the forum. I started reading where I had left off last time and actually paying attention, she had been on the forum pretty consistently. I saw one from someone named “amialay” telling her she couldn’t wait to spend some more time with her, after a few more I figured out it was her friend Emily. She had added some of the pictures she had sent me throughout the day and got one hell of a response and all kinds of requests, she continued to answer her comments and post more pictures trying to fill the requests. I noticed a lot of people wanted to see her sucking a dick, she answered them telling them she would take some later when her boyfriend got home from work. I clicked on the last page to see the first post was a collection of pictures of her hand wrapped around my dick she had taken earlier, with a promise of some of her sucking the big dick later. The first response was from Emily saying how she hoped she could talk her boyfriend into letting her do that someday, she replied that she may have the chance this weekend. Posts stared pouring in commenting on her and the nice dick she had in her hand until she posted the next time showing her sucking my dick, she had to have taken thirty pictures or more. Emily quickly replied on how she was a dirty little girl and how she was jealous. Before I realized it I was about to cum from stroking my dick while looking at the pictures, with nothing to cum on I laid back and shot my load all over my stomach and chest. After milking the last of my cum from my throbbing dick I had to reply to her pictures. “I knew you were a dirty girl but I never would have guessed you were that brave!”
With that said I opened my email to find she had sent two emails tonight.
“Hey sexy, I took you some pics tonight hope you enjoy them im feeling pretty naughty tonight.”
I opened the pictures to find her on the kitchen cabinet spreading her legs wide showing her slick pussy, then one of her standing in the front door with it open with her ass toward the road for people to see. I quickly started stroking my cum covered dick again as I open the rest of the pictures of her naked throughout the house and continued stroking as I opened the second one.
“Im back! Damn im horny just took some pics of my daddys dick I think it gets bigger every time I see it! I hope these are what you had in mind.”
There were the pictures of her with my dick in her face, and some of her on her bed playing with her wet pussy. The last one was one of her sucking her juices from her fingers. As I clicked through the pictures again she sent another email.
“So did you like the pics of me sucking daddys dick while he was asleep? My friend dared me to do it. That is the biggest dick I have ever sucked, I cant believe he didn’t wake up I wish I could see him cum. You never know your daughter might be sucking yours while your asleep too.”
“You are very brave, what would you have done if he woke up? You keep doing stuff like that he might catch you and put that big dick in that pretty little virgin pussy of yours. Keep it up I love the pictures.”
“I don’t know what I would have done I guess anything he wanted me to. Me and my friend have been talking about trying to get him to take our cherry on our birthdays but I cant get up nerve to ask him. She is coming over this weekend we will take you some good pics, she wants to try to suck his dick while he is asleep too. Got to go to bed.”
I looked back through the pictures of my dick in her mouth as I stroked faster trying pump load two from my balls, after blowing it on my stomach I leaned back in my chair and watched as my limping dick kept leaking cum. Waking in my chair later I went strait to bed..
The next morning I woke and took a shower, going to her room as normal I decided to stay undressed just to keep things going. On my way to her room I noticed she was running late. When I stepped into her room she was pulling a pair of tan shorts across her bare ass. “I bet you drive the boys at school crazy walking around in those shorts without any panties on, don’t you.” I said as she turned facing me leaving the zipper and button open showing her slick mound. “I don’t care about them immature boys but the girls at cheerleading sure like to look. I catch them looking all the time.” she repied as she pulled her shirt over her head holding it up with her elbows as she fastened her shorts while she stared at my limp dick hanging in front of me. “Youre starting to like this new clothing optional stuff huh!” she said still looking at my dick. “It is pretty nice, I’m glad you are mature enough to be comfortable with it.” I replied. “Don’t feel bad I like it too, after all I’m not a little girl any more and besides I think it has brought us even closer to each other if that is possible.” “Well you know I love you and will always be here for you.” I held my arms out and she fell between them wrapping her arms around me. We stood there hugging as we heard her bus honk the horn, she leans back in my arms “Guess your taking me to school today”. I told her to hurry up while I got dressed and went to finish dressing.
As I drove her to school thoughts of everything that has happened controlled my mind, it was hard not to tell her it was me she had been sending the pictures to but I didn’t want to ruin a good thing. About halfway there she asked me “Daddy I need to ask you something. Do you think its bad I am still a virgin?” that was all I needed for my semi hard cock to turn stiff. “No, I think its good, why.” I replied. “Some of the girls on the squad give me a hard time about it because they are always doing it with guys at school.” she answered. I told her she could wait as long as she wanted to, she needed to make sure whoever she decided to lose her virginity loved her because it was a special thing. I also told her that didn’t mean she had to be a prude, if she sexual desires there were things she could do for them without having sex. That was when she said “Its not like I don’t know about sex, I have fooled around with some boys and girls for that matter. I just want the first time to be with someone who will appreciate it, and know what they are doing.” “Its ok honey, don’t rush it you will know when you find that special person. I think he would be a very lucky person, I would give anything to have a chance with a young sexy girl like yourself.” I answered. She sat and looked me in the eyes and said “Daddy I love you and I have a feeling you will have that chance someday, all my friends think you are sexy they would probly do it you would especially Emily. She talks about seeing you naked all the time.” we pulled up to the school she thrower her arms around me and gave me a big kiss on the cheek “I love you daddy and I know you love me.” released her hug and exited the car. I watched her ass shake in her shorts as she walked to the door and went to work.
“I love you daddy and I know you love me” kept going through my head all day. I was eating lunch when my phone rang, it was Amber reminding me thar Emily was wanting to stay over this weekend and if it was ok. I told her it was and I would pick them up after practice.
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Lena gets a look inside her uterus with an endoscope then tries to find a way to remove the worm on her own.
The monochrome images on the TV screen were grainy and jerky, but there was no doubt it was me.
There really wasn’t anything I could say to Louise: as I was a paying guest in her house I could hardly object. She had every right to install a hidden closed circuit TV camera in her own bedroom, though I wished my unexpected appearance on the small screen was less like a vampire from a 60s TV show. I watched in silence as the “show” unfolded before me, aware Louise was watching me to see what I was going to do about it.
Truth is, there was nothing I could do. The tape I was seeing was a copy so ripping it out of the video player would have been a waste of time. Denying it was me was equally pointless as it clearly was me. Even got my best side, too.
Of course I was embarrassed. Who wouldn’t be? Being filmed bending over a sleeping female and lifting back the bed sheets so I could suckle one of her large boobs was bad enough. Being seen putting my hand down between her legs as she slept soundly looked almost perverted.
It was perverted, but as I had drugged her to allow me to feel her up as she slept deeply I hoped she wouldn’t ever know. Well, the hidden camera put an end to that scheme.
“I suppose,” I said as the camera showed me crouched between Louise’s open legs, eating away to my heart’s content with my naked bum up in the air – not very ladylike but I had never considered myself a lady – “that you will want to kick me out now. I’ll go and pack my stuff.”
“Before you do anything, Sharon, I want to know why you did that to me.”
I looked at Louise and wondered why she didn’t know already. She was tall and shapely and attractive with dark, smouldering eyes and a mane of black hair any self-respecting lesbian would want to get her hands in. Probably to guide those delicious full lips of hers down to your own cunt with the polite request for her to lick you to a climax. I had fancied Louise since I moved in to the house nine months ago, watching her entertain a string of men who were in their own way lusting after her. Except I was a woman and wanted to use her my way.
“So why?” She asked again, her large and exciting eyes on me.
“So, you are beautiful,” I said. “It was the only way I thought I’d get to touch you. Kiss you. That sort of thing.”
“I’m a woman,” she said.
“And I am a lesbian, so you can guess the attraction for me,” I responded. On screen I was still lapping at the sleeping slit, wriggling nicely as I got one hand between my legs to bring myself off.
“I’m a straight woman,” she said.
“More reason for me to get what I could the way I did. But how did you know what I was doing?” I felt I ought to at least know that before I left. I thought I’d been so careful.
Louise regarded me. On screen I had shifted position so I was eating the near unconscious woman with my bum poised over her face, feeling her lips on my sex as best I could. “I went to the doctor,” she said. “I had these strange marks around the top of my thighs, bite marks on my tits. My doctor said they were marks similar to intense sexual activity, but…”
“But?”
“I don’t let my boyfriends do stuff like that.”
I shrugged. “I figured I wouldn’t hurt you as such.”
Louise shook her head a little. “It wasn’t hurting as such. Tell me, what did you drug me with?”
“Something recommended by people who do this thing more than me. Like a date rape drug I suppose. It has a long name and I just bought it in pill form, dropped one of them into your bedtime drink. Guaranteed to put you in a deep and relaxing sleep.”
Louise stifled a smile, in spite of all this. “I certainly slept well. Better than ever before. And I had some weird dreams about sex…”
“About your boyfriends, I assume,” I said, looking back at the screen and the way I was rubbing my sex on Louise’s upturned face, grinding myself to orgasm before I smothered her.
“Not all of them, which – shall we say – intrigued me,” said Louise carefully, watching herself on screen being felt up, fingered, rubbed, smothered, bitten and kissed in a riot of pleasure for me. Pity she missed so much of it.
“You’re straight,” I said, watching myself too.
“Yes,” she agreed.
“So, I will pack my belongings and go, unless you want to show this tape to the police.”
Louise studied me (the person by her side, not the grainy one simulating a 69 on the television screen) for a few moments, weighing things up. Then she said: “No, I don’t want either, Sharon. But I do want you to exchange bedrooms with me and give me all the drugs you have.” Louise had those eyes on me, and I felt wet between my legs at what I was thinking, and what I hoped she was thinking.
* * * * * * *
I suppose it was pay-back, of a sort. When I was allowed to watch the tape, on screen I was flat out, deeply asleep on the bed. I might have been naked but I lay comatose while the luscious, lovely Louise was climbing on top of me, naked herself. I could see the wonderful swell of her hips, the way her superb breasts swung – so much more alive than the gravity-flattened shapes I was used to as she lay under me before.
God, she was biting hard. Even watching it now on the screen I felt my nipples throb from the savagery of her teeth on my tits. On TV she was riding me, pounding my face with her lithe body and while I could see it now, feeling my own excitement mount in my tingling sex, I knew I hadn’t felt anything while I was asleep. Just a deep, long sleep after being required to swallow my specially-prepared evening drink.
That was our agreement. She would have sex with me the way I had sex with her: one oblivious to whatever the other one did. But where I had lapped at the sleeping woman’s cunt, nibbling her clit in the hope of some pleasure soaking through her sleep, Louise had a different plan for me. Oh, she used my sleeping face all right. Made my own sex burn and pulse at the thought – and the sight, even in the images before me – of such a gorgeous arse and perfectly made mound and lips against my nose and lips.
But as I say it was a different agenda, as I would soon see. Of course, I didn’t need to see it happen as I had the marks on me. Vivid red and purple bruises across my breasts, angry raised welts on my inner thighs. I would have screamed if I had been awake. But Louise insisted I watch now, and worse watch with my hands bound behind me, so I couldn’t touch myself. In case I got excited at being beaten.
And Louise did beat me. She had bitten my tits as I had bitten hers, though her tongue didn’t stray between my open legs. What she used down there was a small whip she had procured from somewhere. She stood over me and beat my belly and thighs and tits with a relentless, but unfailing, enthusiasm. I could see my skin mark at every lash, what must be brutal red marks (albeit in black and white and grey) appearing before my eyes. I was being beaten hard, and only the depths of a drug-induced sleep left me unmoving and uncomplaining.
Whatever Louise got off on with her stream of boyfriends, it wasn’t normal sex. That was for sure. She wasn’t what I would call a true lesbian either, not strictly speaking. A lesbian would care for her partner’s sexual needs – even when dishing out pain. I’ve known gay women into bdsm and while they might want to torture you they also want you to climax with them. Sadly, I could see I wasn’t meant to cum at all. Louise did as she rubbed her slit on my face, rubbing her engorged clit on the tip of my nose. Sure I would have wanted to use my tongue but that was put away, so the woman I lusted after was using my nose and chin to slake her sexual thirst. I was the impassive object to be rubbed against and whipped and bitten and pinched (yes, she did that too) and then I saw her introduce clothes pegs to my tits and nipples, pulling them off so sharply that even in my deep sleep I flinched a little.
The tortures and beatings took almost an hour. I marveled at where Louise got her energy from, marveled more at how my body took the hammering, the abuse. I regretted not being awake to lick Louise out as she positioned her rear over my face, but then I knew she wouldn’t want that. I was there to be a source of pleasure in other ways. I admit I have no idea if she did orgasm on me: I couldn’t ask as Louise had took the precaution of ball-gagging me before turning on the TV show.
So I stood silently and wondered and watched my unknowing self being beaten on the TV screen, hoping that somehow Louise was turned on enough by this that she might say: “Next time, we won’t have the drug first.”
But Louise never did. I was told, at the end of the tape, I would be filmed again like that, drugged and oblivious to anything of course. I would know nothing of what this beautiful woman would do to me as it happened. Only after waking up and examining my body for whip marks and bites and cuts and anything else, I would then be allowed, when bound and gagged, to watch what she had done.
The tape finished, the image faded to black on the screen.
“You won’t understand, Sharon, but this is how we will have the affair you want.” Louise turned all her attention to me. “The only time we will have contact the way you like is with you drugged and me administering your punishments for what you did to me before I had the TV camera installed. God knows how many times you had used me, but I intend to make sure I do far more to you.”
I nodded. I really didn’t have much choice.
“We will do this once every two to three weeks, when your marks have healed so you can see new marks on yourself in the morning. I will drug your last drink one night when I think the time is right. So you will wake up in the morning having been beaten and having suffered whatever else I choose to do.”
I could have been sad, but at least I knew that in the morning I would wake hurting but with the smell of Louise’s cunt on my face and in my hair. I would know the bite marks were her teeth, that her elegant hands had done things to me. Then Louise made my heart beat faster.
“Sharon, I am a straight woman as you know, though in time – if I feel happy about this – I will use my mouth in various places on you while you are deeply asleep. I have no great desire to taste another woman’s pussy though I am told by friends I don’t know what I’m missing. Perhaps one day I will find out, or not as the case may be. Whatever, you will see on the tape the next day what I have done and you will have to trust your instincts that had you been awake, you would have enjoyed it all.” She paused and looked at me. “In time you will love me, I am sure, in a certain way though you won’t be aware of the pleasures I get from abusing you. Well, it might be better than having none of me. In time I may meet a man who I wish to marry, in which case our arrangement will stop. You will be sad but you will have all the tapes to look back on and enjoy in your own way.”
I nodded, hoping she wouldn’t meet anyone soon. A brief thought flickered in my mind that I might, from time to time, drug her drink as I used to and go to her new bedroom and use her. I would, of course, only do it after I had thoroughly checked for a new camera hidden there. That way I could lick her deep, hot cunt as she slept, totally unaware I had turned the tables on her. This time too I would be careful not to mark her, simply enjoying her body.
The thought didn’t last. Louise is a clever girl, and had thought of that possibility too. “Oh yes, and in case you think I hadn’t considered that you will still try to drug me I will have chains fitted to your bed. You will spend each night restrained by the neck so even if you did drug me at least I would get a good night’s sleep and you would simply lie there frustrated because you couldn’t get up and use me. Understand, Sharon?”
I understood, and nodded. Louise looked pleased and rewound the tape so we could watch it again. Only this time she put her hand down the front of her pants to enjoy my beatings even more.
She was straight, but she knew how to enjoy a woman her way as we watched the images of me and her on the screen again. And again, and again.
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I would like to thank ChasP and BlackStallion21 for editing. I will try update it regularly, a chapter in every two weeks. Focus is more on the story line, though I intend to include plenty of it.John and Anna.
John slowed down his pace upon reaching his neighborhood. Reducing the volume on his iPod he trotted towards his house. He had hoped a morning run would clear his mind but he was as confused as he had been hours ago. He didn’t notice the song playing through his headphones or the elderly couple taking a morning stroll or the paperboy delivering the daily newspaper. Everything seemed irrelevant at the moment except for one question.
‘What am I going to do if Anna didn’t get in?’ he asked himself for a thousandth time. From the time he could remember he and Anna had been together in everything, no matter what it was, from silly pranks on their parents or friends to serious thing like stealing a police car on a dare. If they were in for a lecture from any of their parents they were in it together. Growing up John couldn’t ask for another best friend.
Entering through the back door John silently walked towards his room, not wanting to wake his parents early on a Saturday. Tossing the iPod on his bed he quickly shrugged out of his sweaty pants and t-shirt and rushed to his bathroom. He turned on the shower and stood under lukewarm water spray. His cold body welcomed warmth and his thoughts returned to Anna.
Academically John’s performance was great but Anna’s was the best. They were both accepted into many prestigious colleges all over the country. But Anna nearly fainted when John got his acceptance letter from a university which they really want to attend and she didn’t. She spent the next fifteen minutes bugging Alan (postman), until he told her to piss off, for her acceptance letter. She was quite sure Alan or someone in the postal department misplaced it.
That was a week ago and the chances of Anna getting in were beginning to thin. Ever since they entered high school, both teens set their eyes on a particular university; it was one of the most prestigious colleges in the country and best of all it was only eighty miles from home. Being an only child, John was very close to his parents and same went for Anna. They both wanted to stay as close as possible to home. The next university with same status was eight hundred miles away. They could attend some other college nearby but their parents would never accept that. When it came to education their parents never settled for anything other than the best.
John was now torn between home and Anna. If he accepted the offer it meant saying goodbye to eighteen years of friendship. If he chose to attend the same college as she, it would mean staying far away from home with no weekend visits. On the top of all of this, he was still surprised that Anna was not accepted. Graduation was only weeks away and they hadn’t made a decision. They decided to wait till the last day before choosing.
“Come out, you lazy ass,” Anna’s voice came in along with the loud banging on the bathroom door. “How long are you going to stay in there? I have been waiting for you since forever.”
“Quit it. I will be out in a minute,” John shouted, with a hint of annoyance in his voice. “When are you going to learn to knock before entering my room?”
John grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his hips, not bothering to wipe his body as he opened the bathroom door.
Anna jumped on him wrapping her arms around his naked wet chest and started bouncing up and down in his arms laughing. His vision was filled with fiery red hair and John tightened his grip on her to bring her down to earth.
“I got in. I got in. I got in,” she exclaimed with glee. “Alan brought the letter as soon as he could after seeing my name on the envelope. I am so happy right now.”
Hearing those words John’s tension melted away and he hugged Anna as tightly as he could. Anna hugged him back increasing her grip. They stayed like that for a few moments. John became aware of her wonderful body and quickly disentangled himself from her embrace.
“Great, that’s just great. All that left is graduation. I can’t wait to live the college life.” John said with pure excitement. Even through the recent confusion he was really looking forward to it. Now that the things where on track John paid attention to the details.
A water strain appeared on Anna’s white t-shirt, a result of her hugging his wet body, making it semi-transparent. Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric. ‘Shit! No bra,’ John thought shifting uncomfortably to hide his instant arousal. But Anna paid no attention to any of that.
“John, what would you have done if I hadn’t gotten in?” she asked him looking in his eyes, expecting a truthful answer.
“What a stupid question, Anna. Of course I would have come with you,” he answered without a doubt. John realized the truth behind his involuntary words. Yes, he would have chosen to go with her sooner or later.
“I know I can always count you,” she said and hugged him again. “I can’t wait to tell mom and dad about this. I just ran here after receiving the letter.”
John disentangled himself so that Anna couldn’t feel his hard on. He walked her to the front door, silently listening to her exited babble.
“See ya.” Anna stood on tiptoes and kissed his cheek before walking towards her house across the street.
“See ya.” John stood in door way watching her until she disappeared in to her house.
John didn’t have a single memory without Anna in it. Part of the reason was that their parents had been best buddies since med school. Anna was also cool to hang out with and not to mention the fact that she was the most beautiful girl in the whole school or the whole town.
Anna’s red hair was long and straight & glowed like fire. She liked to leave it free over her shoulders so the orange highlights could be seen when sunlight hit her hair. Her face was slightly angular with distinct high cheek bones, with a straight edged artistic nose. Her lips were full, and attractive dimples are formed on either side of her mouth whenever she smiled. Her beautiful smile could light up the entire town. Her almond shaped eyes were deep blue and one could be lost forever just by looking in them.
At 5 ft. 9 inches, Anna was every guy’s fantasy in high school. Though she considered herself a bit tall, to John she was perfect. John got a few glimpses of her naked body few times (pure accidents). Her tits were perky without any sag and pointed nipples. John once raided her drawer and found her to be 34c. Her slender waist and wider hips formed a perfect pear shaped body.
Filled with these thoughts, John strolled into kitchen. His mother was up and making breakfast. Noticing him she turned around to give a ‘good morning’ kiss as usual.
“Don’t you think you would be more comfortable with your clothes on, honey?” she asked, diverting her attention back to cooking.
“Yeah mom, first I need some water and by the way, Anna just got her admittance letter.”
“That’s a relief, John.” She turned her head to look at him, over her shoulder. “I was a little worried myself.”
John grabbed a glass, filled it with water and gulped it down. His mother left the kitchen, presumably to wake his father for breakfast. He followed her out to his own room, watching her.
Samantha, John’s mother, at 40, was still is in great shape. Her blonde hair was smooth and straight and she was 5 ft. 6 inches tall. John owed his mom for most of his facial features.
Unlike his mom, John was tall. His height and build were from his father, Richard. At 6 ft. 2 John’s a couple of inches shorter than his father. He inherited his father’s black hair but he got his mother’s piercing green eyes and cheek bones. John liked to maintain his body. A daily hour in gym, along with his football practice ensured that.
Along with sports, he also managed to keep his grades up, unlike other jocks on his team. Frankly, Anna was the reason behind them. All in all, this made sure that John had access to any hot girl in the school, either a cheerleader or a geek. He had had his fair share of them and none could resist his charm if he put his mind to it. Right now he is dating Amanda, a hot strawberry blonde with a gorgeous rack.
Most of his friends wonder why he wouldn’t date Anna. Sure, Anna was the hottest, cutest and sexiest girl in the whole school but she was also his best friend. He didn’t want to lose her by making a wrong move. He treasured her friendship beyond anything and did not want to lead their relation in a direction that might make her feel uncomfortable.
Right now the only thing he was looking forward to was his high school graduation and the after summer college life. Graduation and break up.
“Why can’t you do anything properly?” Anna grabbed the tie from John’s hands. Placing it around his neck she tied the knot.
“Thanks. No matter how many times I try, I can never get this right.” John checked the knot with his hands, loosening it a bit. They were standing on the school grounds watching the stage, prepared specially for their graduation, waiting to be called. John was wearing formal white shirt, neatly tucked into black pants. Anna made her entrance in a lovely blue dress, matching the color of her eyes, ending a couple of inches over her knees. “Come on. It’s time.” Anna pulled the black graduation cap over her head. John did the same, his eyes searching for Amanda. She was late, as usual. Anna pulled john’s hand dragging him towards the teenagers, forming the line, impatiently waiting for their named to be called. As her name started with an A, Anna moved ahead in the line, leaving John behind.
John turned around, searching, wondering where in the hell Amanda was? A few moments later, she came running towards him. “I got held up by mom.” She answered his unasked question, giving him a brief hug and quick peck on the lips. She was wearing a low cut, pink, short gown, which barely covered her ass. No wonder she got held up by her mom. Amanda wiggled away from her mother’s lecture regarding her dress. She leaned forward, catching her breath, adding a good portion to her fairly exposed cleavage.
John bent down to kiss her cheek. “You look beautiful.” he whispered in her ear, knowing that she was expecting a compliment. Hearing it, she blushed deeply. “Now hurry, you are one of first ones to be called upon to the stage.”
Amanda took her place in the line, in front of Anna, talking to her. It took few minutes for the first student to be called. John cheered silently, for both girls, unable to see them from the backstage. When his name was announced, John stepped on to the stage with a relief that the wait was over. He looked over and found his parents. Anna and her parents were clapping wildly. Little to the right, Amanda’s parents were doing the same. Before he came to his senses, John had the certificate in his hand and was shooed off the stage, making way for the next student.
John stood there not really knowing what was happening or what happened. He’d waited for this moment for a long time and it was over in a matter of seconds. Shrugging his shoulders, he walked towards his parents.
He was immediately pulled down by his mother, Samantha, for a hug and a kiss on forehead. “Oh god, John we are so proud of you.” Tears welled in her eyes. John wondered how a med school graduate could get this sentimental over a simple high school graduation. ‘Well, that’s what mothers do,’ he thought to himself.
As soon as she pulled back Jessica raised on her toes to give him a kiss on both cheeks. “I am so happy. You have no idea how much happy I am.” Jess also started crying.
Jessica, Anna’s mother, was a read head just like her. The man with John’s father is Anna’s father, Daniel, a leading cardiologist in the country. Like Richard, Daniel also has imposing personality.
“Good work son.” Richard gave his son a one hand hug, other wrapped around Anna shoulder.
“You already know how I feel kids. So just give me a hug,” Daniel said extending his arms.
“Photo time,” Sam dug up a camera from her purse and started taking snapshots.
Couple of hours and what seemed like a hundred pictures later, everything calmed down. Finally, parents started leaving. Most of the kids remained, to attend one of the parties. John and Anna walked their parents back to their cars.
“Have fun, kids,” John’s dad said before getting into his car.
“Don’t come home early,” Anna’s dad shouted and received a friendly punch from his wife.
Anna and John got into his Volvo XC90 and headed to football team captain, Michael’s, guest house. Michael considered himself very luck to graduate, as he lost his hope of graduating high school long time ago. Now he’s throwing a huge party and probably the best.
“What about Amanda?” Anna asked, stretching her hands and legs. Her dress rose a few inches up exposing her soft thighs. It took every ounce of his concentration to keep his eyes on the road.
“She left half an hour ago. I will meet her at the party.” John answered, his eyes traveling back to her thighs. Anna didn’t seem to notice. If she did, she didn’t say anything.
Michael’s guesthouse was blazing with music and activity. Drinks were circulating freely. Some people were drunk enough to skinny dip in the backyard pool. When they walked through the front, all the male attention was diverted towards Anna. She had broken up with her boyfriend six weeks ago and most of the guys were hoping to get lucky, including her ex.
John found Amanda talking to some girls. Noticing him she stood up and gave him a long kiss. Their tongues found each other and started wrestling. John gripped her ass cheeks with his hands to lift her higher. She curled her hands around his neck to maintain her balance. After a minute, she pulled back to catch her breath.
A few friends came to greet them, forcing them apart. John helped himself to a couple of drinks and passed chit chatting with someone, kissing Amanda every now and then. John looked across from time to time and saw guys flirting with Anna. When the party started heating up, Amanda suggested they go upstairs. But every bedroom upstairs turned out to be locked from the inside.
“None available at the moment,” John said, as he tried the last bedroom door.
“Let’s go to your car.” Amanda grabbed his hand and pulled him. They were out of the door and in the backseat of his Volvo in under a minute.
“Kiss me,” Amanda whispered in his ear. John grabbed her head and attacked her mouth with his. Their tongues fought for control. Her hand found his cock and rubbed it through his pants. John broke the kiss and slid his mouth over her chin. Amanda moaned.
John reached around her back and pulled down the zipper. Amanda rose slightly, shrugging the dress off her shoulders. She was naked underneath. When her huge tits popped into view, John attacked them mercilessly. He took the right nipple into his mouth while pinching the left one with his thumb and index finger. Her breath was now coming in gasps and she started making purring sounds.
He moved his right hand over her stomach, teasing her belly button. Slowly he moved it further down and started caressing her thighs. She pushed his head over to her left nipple. John oscillated between them while his hand traced circles closer and closer to her pussy, teasing her. He reached the edge of her lips and pushed a finger inside. She moaned in response.
“Oh God… Oh God… Oh God.”
John inserted another finger in her pussy and started moving them in and out. Amanda rocked her hips back and forth, matching his moments. She pulled his head back and brought her lips back to his. She moaned in his mouth, still riding his fingers like a mad girl. She pulled her head back and cried in pleasure.
“Oh…oh…Joh…John…don’t…don’t stop.”
She caught his hand and pulled it deeper. She shook violently for a minute and pulled his fingers out of her. Looking in his eyes she simply said “My turn.”
She loosened his tie, pulling it over his head. Her hands found his buckle and loosened it. She undid his zipper and pulled down his pants along with his underwear. His rock hard cock sprang upward, seeking attention
Amanda got on her knees and started licking the tip with her tongue. John pulled the seat back to give her more space. Her hands caught the base of his dick and started moving up and down along the length of his shaft. She simply licked the tip while her hands milked him. John caught her head and pushed it towards his cock. She took the head in her mouth and John shoved a couple of inches into her mouth. She slid her mouth on his tool, finally managing to take it all the way in. When the head hit the back of her mouth John started bucking his hip, fucking her mouth.
“Amanda….soon…I am cumming…” John moaned.
John grabbed her hair tightly and shot his load in her mouth. She swallowed the whole stream with a smile on her face, and licked his dick clean.
Amanda rose and sat on his lap, straddling his legs. She kissed him and their tongues lashed out to meet again. “I need you in me now,” she whispered. “Now fuck me.”
She reached for cock and held it straight. Kissing him she slowly slid it inside her. They stayed like that for a minute, his cock inside her hot, wet cunt, without any moment apart from kissing. Slowly she started grinding her hips. John caught her ass and raised her a little before pulling her back. Amanda threw her head backwards and started fucking John. He kissed her neck and jaw.
“Har…harder….harder,” she cried. John started pounding her back.
“Harder… fuck that little pussy harder.” John increased his pace bringing his mouth to her right breast.
“Yes suck them…suck them…suck them.” John took a nipple in his mouth and chewed on it. He slid his hard in between the cracks of her cheeks, inserted a finger in her little hole and finger fucked it. That drove Amanda to the edge.
“I am close…so close…faster,” she shouted. John increased his pace further along with his finger in her asshole.
“Ah…I am…ah…ah….cumming,” she moaned. Her body shook violently and she exploded on his cock. This drove John to the edge and he started pumping his seed deep into her.
They sat still catching their breath. Finally Amanda moved to retrieve her dress from car floor. She slid her hands into shoulder’s flaps and John zipped her back. John pulled his pants upward and fastened his belt. Amanda sat in the side seat silently, looking out. She looked like she wanted to tell him something but was unable to find the right words. John sat looking at her face without making any sound.
“John, we need to talk,” she spoke finally.
“Sure,” John replied, knowing that an after-sex talk was really dangerous. He knew this was going to happen sometime. Amanda got in to a college two thousand miles away. She wanted to study politics.
“I don’t think a long distance relationship is going to work,” she said flatly.
“Yes. I was thinking the same.”
“So this is it, then.”
“Yes. This is it,” John said, looking into her eyes. She leaned forward and gave him deep, slow, lingering kiss. Breaking the kiss, she got out of the car and walked away without looking back.
John sat in the car waiting for the pain to come. But strangely, it didn’t. Partly because he knew that this was going to happen. Still he expected some pain. Then it hit him. He liked Amanda. He liked her a lot but he never had any genuine feelings for her. Probably, it was same with her too. John wasn’t stupid enough to think that all the high school romances would last forever, especially when they were going to live thousands of miles apart for the next four years. He knew some people made it work. He also knew some people tried very hard to make it work, But that happened only if they had true feelings for each other and a spark of love, like any other. John was fortunate or unfortunate to have never felt that spark. John considered himself former because he was only eighteen. There’s enough time ahead to fall in love. Right now, he just wants to enjoy his life.
Shaking his head John got out of the car to enjoy rest of the party. He spent time with his friends, drinking and laughing. He was careful not to drink too much. One look at Anna and it was pretty clear that she couldn’t drive. A little after two Anna wanted to go home. They were in the car when Anna spoke.
“Seems like you had a good time.” she said looking at the backseat.
“Yeah, pretty much. What about you? I saw Jason trying to hang out with you.” Jason is her ex.
“He’s a jerk. All he cared about was getting in my pants. I don’t want to talk about him,” she replied hotly, turning away from him.
“I broke up with Amanda,” John said after a few minutes of silence.
“What? Oh,” she said looking back at him when the words finally registered with her brain. “I am sorry.”
“Don’t be. I am not.”
“OK.” She moved closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder. She fell asleep immediately.
John stared at her beautiful face for a moment before diverting his attention to the road. Yep, there’s no pain. He just looked forward to his future. He got into great college. His best friend will be beside him. What could possibly go wrong?
Little did he know that everything was going to change. He never expected that college was about nothing but change. He certainly never thought that his life was going to take an unexpected turn when he met Susan, a woman who would change everything about him, her and Anna. College and Leslie.
John stood in the circle formed by the cluster of buildings. All the freshmen were organized into different groups, for a tour of the entire campus. At noon all the groups converged here for the lunch break as every famous dinner and fast food joint were located in this little space. In the center there was a beautifully designed water fountain with a small garden around it. Water from all the fountain heads showered on to a huge University logo, carved out of the black marble. The raised pavement around the fountain was wide enough to accommodate a dozen food stalls camped on it. Currently his family was gathered around a small hot dog stall.
To the left were academic research buildings and lecture halls and one of the student resident halls, in which John and Anna were able to secure rooms, was only two blocks away on the right. As the campus housing was based on first come first served basis, Anna made sure that their rooms were as close as possible to the lecture halls. Freshmen were allowed cars but John didn’t see any reason to take out his Volvo daily. It was just a ten minute walk and John loved to walk as it helps him clear his mind.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Anna said, standing behind him, looking at the marble logo.
“Yes, it is,” He answered and turned around. Anna had a red T-shirt on with college logo on it, like all other freshmen, and blue skin tight jeans that hugged her really long legs. Her red long hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she was as beautiful as ever. John grabbed the second hot dog she was carrying and started gulping it down.
He looked over her shoulders at his parents. Since parents were allowed to take the tour along with the students it was hard to keep them away. His father was talking to an old man selling the hotdogs and his mother, Samantha, was watching him. “Geez, John, take it slow.” Anna wiped a bit of sausage, he successfully smeared on his face. From the corner of his eye he could see his mother smiling at Anna’s involuntary action and she whispered something in Jess’ ear. Both mothers started giggling but John didn’t know why. Sometimes women were mystery to him and he stopped trying to figure out what they were thinking long time ago.
“Okay kids, It’s almost time for you orientation. Get going. We will meet you here after.” Daniel, Anna’s father, nudged them to join the student group leaving to attend the orientation. His father nodded his head while their mothers just waved their hands when they left.
A half an hour later they were sitting in a huge lecture hall listening to the most boring student orientation ever. Anna grabbed the seats in middle knowing that John would never sit in the front. Five minutes later Anna was engrossed in the speech, on college history, rules and regulations, being given by a stern looking senior professor but John had lost interest. He started checking out the girls, who were seated around him. What John noticed was male to female ratio was well balanced and some of the young ladies present were real eye candies.
One thing that bothered John was most male attention was directed in his direction rather than the dais in the front. Anna was still into the lecture, oblivious to all the attention she was receiving. This confirmed what John already knew. Anna was freaking hot and beautiful than all the girls present in the hall. ‘Get your eyes off her you assholes’ John wanted to scream but he just sat there with a big scowl on his face.
After a few minutes his foul mood eased off knowing that this was gone happen sometime and he was back to checking out the nearby girls. A good portion of them were real attractive in one way or the other. Like him some of them had lost interest in the lecture and were looking in random directions. There are many cute read heads, sexy brunettes and attractive blondes. What caught John’s eye was an animated chatter of a cute little blonde, sitting a few rows ahead,
Shoulder length blonde hair, that curled her face and a height of five four, give or take an inch. As John observed she was cute. Her lips were a round, with a delicate touch of pink lipstick. She had a plane skin which looked like its goanna turn red if something touched her a little harder than necessary.
She turned her head precisely at that moment and caught John staring at her. Instead of turning away, he simply smiled at her. She returned the smile but turned a deep shade of red, quickly looked ahead. They continued their little game for the rest of the speech. One would catch other looking and smiled in return.
Finally, the orientation came to an end and thankfully Anna didn’t seem to notice that John’s concentration was on something else. Someone passed a few flyers in the end about the college. Anna struck up a conversation with a brunette beside her. John stood up and took a few steps searching for the little blonde in commotion caused by the students leaving the hall.
“Hi” someone called out to him from his right. He turned around and found himself facing her. She was straining her neck upwards to look at his face.
“Hi, I am John,” he introduced himself.
“Hi. I am Leslie.” She noticed Anna heading towards them. “Call me.” She handed John her flyer and danced away from him before he could reply. There’s a phone number scribbled, using a red lipstick, on it.
“Is that the shorty you have been staring at?” Anna asked him looked in the direction Leslie went. Busted!
“Yep, she’s cute,” John replied. No point in hiding now.
“She’s short,” Anna said in matter of fact tone. “Come on, we need to get going.” She grabbed his hand and started dragging him towards the nearest exit, ignoring all the gathered boys hoping to talk to her.
They found their parents near same hot dog stall. In minutes all six of them clambered in to his Volvo XC90 and were racing towards some fancy restaurant in the town for dinner.
Richard drove them to an upscale restaurant, called Paradise, which looked like a set for a Hollywood film. A group of people were waiting outside and a valet took their car, eyeing them curiously. When Richard handed him a hundred dollar bill his eyes widened in surprise. He quickly pocketed the money and rushed towards the Volvo.
They stopped at a receptionist table outside. A tender young blonde was looking at them with same expression of the valet (before the hundred dollar bill), like they were lost. Who can blame her? John looked around and confirmed what he already knew. They are seriously under dressed. Two of them were still in their freshmen uniform and their parents’ attire was suited more for taking a stroll in the public park than to eat here. All the men waiting outside wore tuxedos and the women were dressed to kill.
“How can I help you, sir?” the receptionist asked them drawing a smile from Richard. Sam laughed with her eyes when the young woman’s heart fluttered at her husband’s smile, which John inherited.
“Yes, we have reservations,” Richard replied.
“I am sorry, sir. Even if you did you are not dressed appropriately. So, I am afraid I have to ask you to cancel them and leave.”
“They are on the name Richard Miller. Why don’t you check your list?” Richard said still smiling. Sam shot a sympathetic, knowing glance towards the young woman. If her husband decides on something, he can be pretty hot headed.
“I am sorry, sir,” she repeated. “But you -” she cut off as the realization drawn to her.
“I sincerely apologize for my mistake, Mr. Miller. Your table’s waiting for you. Please, follow me.” She signaled her colleague to cover for her. It had been a close call. She had had come very close to losing her job.
“Don’t worry about it. Happens all the time,” Daniel said from the back. She looked back only to find another heart breaker smiling at her.
Can’t imagine why, she thought. How can she expect that the great Richard Miller and his family would show up in plain jeans and tees? Her manager practically danced when Mr. Miller called for the reservations. He called her twice in the evening telling her to escort them to the table herself and notify him immediately.
“My name is Janet,” she said as they reached their table. She took the menu cards from a waiter and placed handed them to everyone. “I will give you some time to order.” She was off to find the manager.
John took a seat opposite Anna and started scanning the menu, which was a lot thicker than the normal ones. It’s probably due to the fact that the restaurant offers items from most of the cuisines known.
“You could have told us this was a formal restaurant and save us all the trouble.” Sam sent an accusatory glare towards her husband.
“Lady, suits and gowns are for dates, dances and meetings. When I have dinner with my family I like to wear what I want but you already know that. So stop nagging at me,” Richard said rising an eyebrow.
“Damn right,” Daniel agreed. Sam and Jess simply rolled their eyes at their husbands while Anna laughed lightly.
When the waitress came back a few minutes later they were ready with their orders. When the food was server it turned out to be damn good. It had to be, John thought, considering the few hundred bucks spent on each meal.
For the next hour they made small talk about things like interested courses, living away from home etc. They were only interrupted once when the manager came to greet them. Nothing out of ordinary until Daniel signaled for their attention.
“Here’s to our children, the best of all,” he raised his glass for a toast. All the parents raised their glasses acknowledging it. John grinned while Anna blushed. Never before was there a toast given in their names.
“And we got you these as a token appreciation, for being most sensible and responsible kids,” Daniel continued, pulling out a pair of keys and tossing them on the center of the table.
John’s heart skipped a beat when both the keys came with the Porsche logo. John picked the nearest key and examined every detail. He was very satisfied with his Volvo but only an idiot wouldn’t exchange it for a brand new Porsche.
“Sensible and responsible; even when we stole the cop’s car?” Anna asked picking the other key and Jess glared at her daughter. God, she never got over that.
“There were couple of times when we thought of strangling you,” Sam answered. “Excluding them I would say you earned it.”
“What are the models?” John asked. He might be in to cars but he can’t tell the model just by looking at the keys.
“Where’s the fun in that.” Richard laughed. “Go look for yourselves. They are waiting for you in the parking lot of your dorm.”
“Can we leave now?”
“Hold your horses John. You have plenty of time when we leave tonight. Till then you are struck with us,” Jess said waving her hand.
An hour later they were pulling in front of the student dorm where John and Anna goanna spend the next academic year. As both of their parents were required at work early, they are in a bit hurry to leave. All the women eyes were filled with tears as soon they got down.
“I am going to miss you.” Sam gave John a bone crushing Hug. “I love you.”
John rubbed his mother’s back slowly telling her that he felt the same. “I love you too, mom.”
Beside him both the redheads were sobbing in each other arms. When Jess raised her and met John’s eyes, she pulled him for another hug and kissing him on both the cheeks. He would miss her too. Jess was his mother as much as Sam and Anna, probably feels the same, was now in the arms of Sam. Both the fathers gave him a one hand hug but Anna pulled them in for a long one.
When their parents pulled out of the parking lot, Anna was still sobbing into John’s shoulder. Together they watched the car disappear in to the traffic.
“It must seem silly for crying when we will see them every other week,” Anna said without raising her head.
“No. It’s not. Let’s face it Anna. We have always been closer to our parents than most of the kids. It’s O.K to cry,” John said rubbing her shoulder.
He pulled her towards the parking lot, the only way to divert Anna’s attention. “Let’s go check out our new rides.”
Their Jaws dropped when they saw them. There they are, two new Porsches, parked side by side.
One of them was a shiny dark blue metallic ‘911 Turbo S Cabriolet’ with a black convertible top. This little baby has 530 hp and can do zero to sixty in 3.2 seconds. The leather seats and interior were titanium blue.
Beside it sat a hot Red ‘Cayenne Turbo S’. This SUV has 550 hp and can do zero to sixty in 4.3 seconds. Same as the 911 the interiors were matching red.
Anna danced towards 911 running her hand over the shiny blue exterior. She pulled out the keys, unlocking it and jumping into the driver’s seat, removing her high heels. John got into the side seat when the engine started to purr like a kitten.
“Let’s go for a ride,” Anna shouted and the little 911 shot out like a bullet. The city was glowing with lights and Anna skillfully navigated through the never ending traffic. Finding a small ice cream corner Anna pulled to side and got out.
Bare footed she ran towards ice cream booth and got a couple of cones. She threw one to John. “This calls for a celebration. Look at it, it’s so cute.” Anna’s eyes went all gooey when she looked at it.
“Sure is,” John replied. Well it’s cute but John was more interested in its engine. It has a top track speed of 193 mph. One day he will put it to test.
Beside him Anna was still ogling at the car. At least he succeeded in deviating her or else she would have spent all night crying.
“It’s a pity we will not be using them daily,” John said. He decided to pop its hood at the earliest opportunity and take a look at the engine.
“Yes, it is. It’s ridiculous to use a car for a five minute walk,” Anna said licking the cone.
John took the wheel on the return journey. It handled like a dream. The acceleration and breaking systems were remarkable. He almost broke a couple of traffic rules while testing what the new car is capable of. They repeated same process for the Cayenne.
When they finally got away from their rides, the toll of the really long day took its effect on them. Their dorm floors alternates between the males and females. Anna got out on the fourth floor giving him a fierce hug.
John got out on the next floor and headed towards his room. His roommate whoever he is, hasn’t checked in yet. He changed into his pajamas. He wanted check his emails, some computer game updates but was out like a light within seconds, when his head hit the pillow. Susan.
John rolled over to shut his alarm off and ended face down on his dorm floor, nearly breaking his nose. Cursing he pulled himself up and staggered to the bathroom. What a great way to start a Monday.
Damn! He had full day ahead. The morning session was filled with classes and the afternoon one with a lab. If he was lucky, the lab will not drag on. May be they will get lo leave after the introductions.
In no hurry, John got ready for the day ahead. He met Anna in her floors lounge (every floor had one). She looked great, as usual. They went to the common dining area for breakfast. While eating Anna pulled out their schedule and started scanning them. They were in the same classes throughout the semester, she made sure of that. As both of them wanted to do a major in computers and a minor in management, why not have the same classes. They paid with their student cards, figuring it would be best way, instead of cash.
Anna was babbling about all sorts of things during their five minute walk from the dorm to classrooms. It took them a few minutes to find their classrooms but they finally managed to settle in the center seats with plenty of time. Thanks to Anna and her sense of punctuality they were early than most of the other students.
The classrooms were auditorium styles with a two per bench seating, which means the professor has clear vision of everyone present. The morning session dragged on and on. John sighed when the last hour came to an end.
In less than two hours they were expected in the computer lab. The fact that steely looking professor Bell who thought the third hour, was the one in charge of the lab session didn’t help either.
They had their lunch in the cafeteria and passed the rest of the time. When they entered in to one of the huge computer labs, it was crowded. Professor Bell took three classes and all the three classes’ students were divided into only two lab sessions, one on Monday and the other on Tuesday.
Anna waved to some girls, while the professor bell called for their attention. John caught some one waving to him and turned around to find Leslie. She tried and failed to wiggle towards them.
The noise died down, when the professor started writing something on the black board in the front. For the next half an hour one of the teaching assistants explained what they were expected to do.
“The assignments and projects should be submitted as a group. A single group must contain three members. You can choose you own team mates, so choose wisely,” the TA ended his speech.
Choose wisely. Great how are they supposed to do that when they don’t even know the person next to them? Anna got to work and pulled someone towards them. That’s how he met Susan.
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I could tell that Greta wasn’t happy, even though she really didn’t say anything. Dad and I both ate two big, heaping-helpings of scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, and he also gave me my first full cup of coffee, rather than letting me have little sips of his. After Dad had sent Greta downstairs to clean-up, he said to me, “Maybe you should let your girl rest for the afternoon. Now, remember, they’re yours and you can do whatever you want, but after all you’ve done to her last night and this morning, I’ll bet that girl’s got one sore, little pussy. Besides, I’ll bet you’re itching to have some real fun with your boy.” As we were walking downstairs, Dad asked me if I wanted him to stay with me and Joe, but added, “I gave him a good talking-to this morning before you woke-up, and I don’t think he’ll be any trouble. Just make sure that you don’t back down. From anything. If you tell him something and he doesn’t do it, you need to make him do it. I don’t care how, but you can never back-down. And if it comes right down to it, call me. I’ll bet that just the threat of calling me will make him break.” I told Dad that I would like to try being alone with my boy, but asked, just to make sure, if pressing zero-zero-zero into the keypad would still bring him. He chuckled and said it would, “I’ll be right in the next room, I’ve been trying for two months to get Tina pregnant and I’m sure another couple loads up her cunt can’t hurt the effort.”
Greta was just leaving Joe’s room when Dad and I got there. The housekeeper gave Dad an evil look, but Dad calmly said, “Thank you, Greta, you can see to the girl now.” Then, with a wink that I saw, but the housekeeper didn’t, he added, “And make sure that you clean-up the piss all over the floor. We don’t need it to start stinking down here.” The door closed behind me and clicked. Joe was laying on the bed with his back to me. I could see his butthole, the hole I’d fucked the night before, and I also noticed that his butt-cheeks seemed quite red. I wasn’t sure if he knew I was there or not, but then he looked up at me. He wasn’t crying anymore, but his eyes were still quite puffy.
“Hi,” I said, not knowing what else to say.
“Hi,” he responded, and then rolled a bit, so that his bottom was pointing away from me. But now, I could see his shriveled little dick. Like I said, Joe seemed to have a bit more pubic hair than me, which I thought was a bit strange, seeing as I was a year older than he was. But, my dick was bigger, even soft. Although, after seeing his dick hard the night before, I knew that mine was still bigger. Although Joe’s dick was bigger than the only one I’d ever actually touched before, Billy’s. And after sucking on Billy’s little dick a couple times, I was wondering what it would be like to suck on something bigger. Actually, if I’m being completely honest here, I really wanted a taste of my dad’s huge cock. Although, if I had to settle with sucking on Joe’s, well, so be it. But, before I was able to work-up the nerve to tell my boy what I wanted, he blurted-out, “Are you going to hurt me again?”
I didn’t know what to say. My thoughts flew back to the last thing I remembered before falling asleep the night before. Marie, Joe’s twin-sister, saying to me, “I love you, Adam. Even when it hurts.” My dick throbbed. I’d felt bad about hurting Marie. But it felt so good… And when I knew that I was hurting Joe, well, I think it turned me on even more to hear his screams, as I forcefully sodomized him the night before. And the first thing to pop into my head, I said; “Suck my dick.”
Joe’s eyes went wide and he looked at me a moment, then my boy crawled over to me and, opening his mouth, he did. It felt good. Better than when Billy had done it. And I remembered something my father had said to me the night before, “…but you’ll surely figure it out here in a few months, getting sucked isn’t the same as fucking.” So, while I thought about it a moment, I felt my boy’s mouth on my dick. But just thinking about fucking him again and feeling his hot, wet, slurping mouth, I was starting to get close. I grabbed Joe by the head, wrapping my fingers in his hair like Dad had done, and started to fuck his mouth. I thought about Dad, earlier, when he’d stuck his dick deep inside Joe’s mouth and pissed right down his throat. So, that’s where I put my dick. I felt him cough or gag, but I held him firm. I could feel his tongue and lower-lip along the bottom of my dick and even on my balls. His teeth scratched the top of my dick a bit, but I remember thinking that it couldn’t hurt as much as having a dick shoved down your throat. But topping it all off, was the way the head of my dick was being squashed, over and over. It felt unbelievable. And the longer I left it in there, the better it felt. So much better. Then Joe started to hit me. His face was tight against my belly, my dick as deep as I could get it down his throat, and suddenly, his fists started pounding my hips and lower abdomen.
The second I remembered the night before, my dad telling me that he’d pulled Joe off my dick just before he passed-out, I pulled my dick out of my boy’s throat. He sucked-in a deep breath and tried to pull away from me. But I was so close to shooting my load, there wasn’t any way I was going to let that hot, wet mouth move away. I tightened my fists in his hair, his fists still hitting me, though not so hard now that he’d gotten a breath. When he started to take his second breath, I started to put my dick back into his mouth. Just before I got it there, he slammed his mouth shut and, with my dickhead pressing at his lips, he finished inhaling through his nose.
“Open it,” I said; wanting to feel the intensity of his constricting throat again and feeling the extreme urge to come. His head didn’t move much, but I could feel him shaking it back and forth. “Open up!” I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. In the back of my head I heard my father telling me, “…don’t back down. From anything. If you tell him something, and he doesn’t do it, you need to make him do it. I don’t care how you make him, but you can never back-down…. Don’t show him any mercy… If you show him any weakness, he’ll never learn.” And while I didn’t understand it in the same terms that I do today, I’d just gotten into my first power-struggle with my new boy. I couldn’t back down, yet, I didn’t know how to make him do it. I stood there a bit, getting madder and madder, wishing Joe would just open his mouth. I even thought to myself, ‘just open, and I won’t stick it in so deep,’ but I stopped myself from actually saying it. I was pushing my dick at his lips, sometimes bouncing it off his nose, or cheek, and even a couple times, I poked him in the eye with it. He was panting through his nose and occasionally making a closed-mouth coughing sound. There were tears were streaming from his clenched-eyes. I hated to see him like this. “Suck it, Bitch! Suck it now!” I didn’t have to try and make my voice sound mean, I was so mad I didn’t have to. His head shook again. Now I was getting pissed-off. But I still wasn’t sure what to do. He was hitting me a bit harder again, but I didn’t let-go of his head. In fact, the harder he hit me, the more I tightened my fists and pulled his hair.
I was just about to snap. I was full of anger and lust, frustration and desire. It was only a second after I felt the first pops of hairs being pulled from his scalp. I guess I squeezed my fists just a little too tight, although I got what I wanted. I’d just pulled my dick back from his face (or, maybe I pulled his face away from my dick), when I felt his hair coming out in my fingers. Only then did Joe finally open his mouth. The cry he let-out lasted only a fraction of a second before my dick was deep in his mouth again, pressing against the back of his throat. I pushed my hips and pulled his head and I was once again getting my dickhead massaged by my boy’s throat. I didn’t realize how close I was. I started to shoot. He started to struggle, which made it feel even better and I had another pissing-orgasm, my cum spraying right down Joe’s throat. Just like my father’s piss had earlier. He’d stopped hitting me and his hands were clenched on my thighs, digging into my flesh, which did hurt, although for some reason I think it made me come even harder. And when he really started to thrash, I finally pulled my dick from his mouth, but didn’t release his head, keeping him right in front of me. The moment my dick was out of his mouth he let-out a huge cough, pelting my torso with a big, gooey wad of his saliva and my cum. His second cough covered my dick and plastered the slight amount of pubic-hair I had at the time. I let him take a couple breaths, and then tilted his head so that I could look into his face. Seeing him there, on his knees before me, his face covered in a gooey mixture, primarily consisting of my cum, tears flowing from his puffy, though still beautiful blue eyes, I felt like I wanted to lean down and kiss him.
That’s when I saw that Joe’s dick was hard and at first, I wasn’t quite sure why I thought it was odd. Then, realizing what I’d just done to the boy, for all intents and purposes I’d just raped his mouth; I couldn’t believe that he was hard. I remember wondering if I’d get hard from having a dick force-fed to me. But, before I had much time to think about it, I was nearly scared out of my skin by my dad’s voice.
“Adam, I am so proud of you, son.”
I turned and my father was standing there, a huge grin on his face and he was still naked and still hard. Somehow he’d gotten into the room and closed the door behind him, and I never knew he was there. I felt Joe’s body jerk too, when Dad first spoke, then he started to shiver and sink-down. I loosened my fists, releasing his hair, and my boy crumbled to a sobbing, coughing heap at my feet.
“You made your boy do what you wanted. You didn’t back down. And you didn’t show that little bitch any mercy. Way to go, Adam.”
I think I mumbled something like, “Uh, thanks, Dad.”
“So now, son,” Dad said, as the grin left his face and he looked down at the crying boy at my feet, “your boy needs to be punished.”
I looked down at Joe. By the way his body was trembling; I could tell that he was crying even harder. I did feel bad for him. If he’d only done what I told him. When I’d punished him the night before, Dad held him down and I fucked him. My dick was still mostly hard, even after shooting my load down Joe’s throat, but the thought of fucking my boy’s butt again got me fully hard in seconds. “Should I fuck him again, Dad?”
“If that’s how you want to punish him. Or, you could spank him, like I did this morning. Or you could use a belt, or a whip to give him a few good lashes.” Dad went on for a bit, giving me all sorts of ideas for punishing my boy. Close-pins pinched all over his body. Dripping hot candle-wax on him. Tying him down and poking him with a hot curling-iron. “And this one time, I had this boy who seemed impossible to break, I tried everything I could think of, but I think he liked it all. Sometimes, I’d be beating his ass raw, and he’d get a big ol’ boner. So one day, I chained him down, and shoved my whole hand up his ass. My god, you’d have thought that I was killing the boy. He howled like crazy. But he only disobeyed me two more times, and both times he got my fist in his ass again.”
I could actually hear Joe’s sobs now. He was quaking at my feet and I could feel my toes being encompassed by the slowly expanding puddle of his tears. That was the moment when it really sank-in. I realized the situation for what it really was. The weeping boy at my feet was mine. Mine. My pet. And I wasn’t exactly sure how I felt about that. I mean, I knew that it wasn’t right. But… Well, Joe and his twin, Marie were my birthday presents… Presents from my dad… And he had a girl of his own, several maybe, and boys too… And I was a man now. I’d fucked my boy once, and I wanted to do it again.
“I want to fuck him, Dad,” I said, looking up at him, from the quivering heap at my feet.
“Don’t tell me, son, do it. Tell your pet what you want him to do,”
I looked down and Joe was shaking ever harder, his sobs slowly getting louder. And very softly, under the sobs could hear his chants of, “…no, no, no, no…”
I remember feeling myself start to shake, and suddenly feeling cold. I closed my eyes and stretched, my head back and arms out, as I took a deep breath. I relaxed and exhaled, my chin falling to my chest, my arms to my side. I opened my eyes and realized that my dick had gone halfway soft. But I’d worked up my nerve and I wasn’t going to stop now.
“Joe,” I said, not mean, but I wasn’t nice about it either, “I want you to get up and bend over that bed and I’m going to fuck you.” I gave it just a second, before giving my boy his second choice, “otherwise I’m going to have my dad help me tie you down to that bed, and I’m going to stick my whole hand up your butt.” His body quaked and I heard one, “No!” over his sobs. But he started to move. He moved slowly, but it wasn’t far to the bed and by the time he got there, my dick was rock-hard again. And when he got there, he just stopped moving again, other than the quivering.
“Now get up and lay down, so that your butt’s hanging off the edge,” I said, trying to put a little force to my voice. In the all-male porno-magazine Dad had given me, there was a scene, maybe a dozen photos, of a particular couple. One guy was young and dark, much like Joe, I realized. The other guy was bigger, a bit older, and blond, like me. And, among other things, the big blond guy fucked the dark-haired kid, bent over a bed like that. And that was how I wanted to fuck my boy. I was surprised when he pulled himself and laid his upper-body on the bed.
I’m sure I had a goofy look on my face when I looked back to my dad. He smiled and then beaconed to me. When I got to him, he whispered in my ear, “Tell him to stay, not to move a muscle,” then he turned and started entering his code into the keypad. I said, “Joe, don’t move, stay right where you are, we’ll be right back.” Dad opened the door and took me out into the hallway, then closed the door behind us. “Adam,” dad said and I was struck-odd that there I was, in a secret tunnel talking to my dad, and we were both naked. “This morning, I had a little talk with your boy, in there. And I also spanked his little ass good and hard.” I remembered noticing how red his butt-cheeks were earlier. “And I told him that if he didn’t do exactly as you said that you would beat him even worse. So, at the least, I need you to go in there and spank him until your own hand hurts, or, if you look in the top drawer of the bureau, you’ll find some paddles and things that you could use.” I don’t know what my father saw in my face, but when he continued his voice was a bit softer and I could tell that he was serious about making me understand. “That boy in there belongs to you Adam. And you have to be the one to break him. I’ll do what I can, but from now on, it’s all up to you. I shouldn’t have put him over my knee this morning and from now on, I won’t touch him without your permission.” Dad’s last phrase echoed in my mind. “He’s yours now, they’re both yours. She’s gonna be easy for you to…”
Now, I knew my father’s mind was drifting. I could tell by the look in his eyes. Then he looked up and down the corridor, like he was looking for someone to walk by. Now, seeing as we were standing there naked and considering everything that had happened down in the tunnel, I was becoming a little frightened…..
This is the last chapter I’ve written in this series, though I have big plans for it, including a trip to the ‘cabin’ up-north, with the pets of course, so Adam can meet the rest of the clan. I’ll try to get writing as soon as I can. I’m also planning on posting a few more stories I’ve already written, so keep your eye out.
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Twin sisters in rural England crash the wrong party with very interesting, life-changing effects. “The Society” stories are not a sequential series of stories but rather a collection of separate stories that are all set in the world inhabited by members of The Society. Each story or series stands on its own although they do rely somewhat on the history and traditions of The Society. You need not have read the other stories of this collection to understand this story.
My new brother in laws sisters
In a world where virtual reality rules supreme, Casey uses an artificial double to safely suffer through some of the worst tortures a woman could ever experience. She loves every second of it.
Warning: This story contains very extreme, over-the-top depictions of BDSM and torture. It is a work of pure fantasy. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
YBWL-4 (Mike vs Corbin)
Hello! This is once again a story about young boys consensually having nonconsensual sex. If you have no desire for such a story, you should probably leave now.
I’ve changed my name this time in an attempt to not have my account deleted right away. Please leave a comment if you enjoy the story.
“There you are, Josh! I thought you were gonna miss the match!”
Josh smiled at Luke and bumped his fist as his three fellow joint track team/YBWL members eased passed them in the front doorway of the clubhouse towards the weight room, themselves offering a weak “sup?” to Luke as they passed by. The clubhouse was available for rent for all members of the gated community that Luke’s parents resided in. Since renting out the clubhouse meant completely private access to the weight room, sauna, basketball court, and showers the young members of the YBWL frequently found themselves using it for their meetings, matches, and sparring sessions. The boys simply had to move the equipment in the weight room, as the blue mat covering the entirety of the floor served as perfect cushioning and wide-open space for wrestling .
“You know I wouldn’t miss a chance to see an initiation match. I love seeing new members take interest in the club! Coach was just upset with our performance at the track meet, so we had to stay late and run a few extra laps. It was mostly Tyler’s fault.” Chris glanced at his watch. It was 5:00.
“Yeah, well better late than never I guess.” Luke locked the door behind them and ushered Josh towards the weight room. “You’re lucky I have so much pull here, else the match would’ve started thirty minutes ago. Hope you’re ready to see some freshman beat-down, the crowd has been anxious since school let out.”
Josh immediately noticed upon walking into the spacious blue room that there was a slightly larger showing than usual, which was common for initiation matches. The young boys hanging out around the room were in various states of physical prowess and undress, with some boys just wearing their underwear. A lot of them had just gotten out of practice for athletics, and were still hot and half dressed from the locker room, skipping their showers to get to the meeting on time. The crowd was aligned around the edges of the room, with the two combatants in the corners. Chris stood alone in the middle of the room, holding two note cards. Luke nodded at him. Chris was usually the one to introduce the new members to the crowd and explain the rules to them. He had a good and long-standing match record, and it had just sort of became his thing. The room quieted as Chris began.
“Alright guys! I know we’re running a little late so I’ll get this over with as quick as possible!”
He first pointed over to Mike, the young brunette with soft brown eyes and soon-to-be star quarterback (once he was old enough), who nervously wrung his hands as Chris read his info. Mike was a great looking kid, particularly in the torso department. It wasn’t common that you’d see a six pack on a fourteen-year old boy, and quite the treat. The audience wasn’t yet treated to this spectacle, though, as he was currently still wearing a black shirt along with his blue jeans. But that, of course, would not last forever.
“Introducing…..Mike! Standing at five feet, five inches and weighing one hundred and ten pounds! Mike says he just likes to chill out, work out, and play football with his “homies”. He came here to kick ass and chew bubblegum. AND HE’S ALL OUT OF GUM!”
Josh planted his face directly into his palm as the small crowd of teens cheered. “Luke, you have to talk to Chris about the act. Its too damn cheesy.” Luke smiled and Mike visibly unwound a little as Chris turned and pointed at Corbin.
“And his smaller opponent! Introducing newcomer Corbin! Corbin sits at five feet, one inch tall and weighs in at 90 pounds! He says he mostly just plays basketball and video games. He claims to have always wanted to be a member of the YBWL. And he’ll prove it right now!”
The crowd cheered again as Corbin continued his stretching routine. Corbin wore short strawberry blonde hair and brown eyes. He was a very cute and very determined boy. He didn’t seem as nervous about the match as his opponent. He was wearing similar attire as his opponent: a gray t-shirt and blue jeans. No socks or shoes.
“Rules are simple, boys. Get your opponent naked and make him cum to win the match-and not necessarily in that order! Strip your opponent whenever you like, but no more than one article of clothing while they’re unconscious until you knock them out again! No biting and no scratching! Regardless of who wins, you will both be honorary members of the YBWL, and your records will be permanently recorded. This is, of course, assuming you still want to join after enduring what you’ll have to go through tonight. Now shake!” The boys joined Chris in the center of the mat and shook hands.
“You may now begin. May the best Freshman win.” A few chuckles followed Chris off the mat and into the crowd.
The two boys circled each other nervously as the crowd got louder. Mike chose to quickly take down his smaller opponent, diving at his legs and bringing him down to the mat. Before Corbin could react Mike was on top of his chest, straddling his chest and delivering three quick blows to the young boy’s head. Corbin responded by throwing his arms up over his face, which Mike countered by wrapping his left hand around Corbin’s neck. As he brought his hands down to grab at his neck, Mike delivered one final blow clean to the temple that knocked the boy out cold in his grasp. He gripped the motionless teen’s neck a little while longer before standing up and posing for the crowd, who cheered on his very first and very quick knockout. He undid the clasp on the boys jeans and tugged them down off his small frame, leaving him in just his gray t-shirt and tiny white jockey briefs. Even though the boy was fourteen, Mike felt like he was about to molest a sleeping boy of ten or eleven. He tossed his pants to the side.
The crowd accepted Corbin’s jeans as Mike went to work on his dick, running his hand slowly up and down the boy’s stiffening rod through his underwear as the crowd seductively whistled and cheered. He gripped the sleeping youth’s dick as he lifted the boy’s shirt above his cute belly button. He leaned down to probe it with his tongue, journeying slowly down until he was suckling Corbin’s white pouch. He ran his hand alongside the young boy’s tented pouch, playing with his dick through his low cut briefs. He fondled the boy’s creamy thighs and spread them further apart. Mike adjusted Corbin’s tool and licked his palm before continuing to run it up and down the sleeping boy’s cock, gripping it visibly through the tight white material. He tucked Corbin’s jockeys underneath his balls and began jacking his throbbing cock in traditional fashion. He ran his opposite hand up the sleeping boy’s body, pushing his shirt up above his nipples before slowly running it down to his stomach. This continued for some time as the crowd quieted down slightly.
Corbin moaned and awoke to his current predicament. He quickly fired backwards, backpedaling away from Mike until he reached the young teens lined along the wall. Several hands found their way under his arms and onto his dick as they helped the shaken boy to his feet. His boner pointed straight forward as the hands continued to pleasure him, until they tucked his junk back under his waistband and pushed him back towards Mike, who greeted his opponent with a crowd-assisted clothesline. Corbin’s feet actually came off the ground as he was thrown back onto the mat. He clutched his sides and groaned as Mike quickly hoisted him back to his feet and locked him in a full nelson. The hard young boy twisted to and fro, struggling to free himself. But Mike was clearly stronger. Corbin found himself losing strength and losing hope for the match. Until he locked eyes with Luke. Luke quickly shot a glance downward and mouthed the word “foot”. Corbin wondered why he hadn’t thought of that.
Corbin brought his right foot up and crushed Mike’s beneath it, slamming his heel into his foot as hard as he could. Mike howled in pain and quickly loosened his hold on young Corbin. Corbin took advantage of his lapse and quickly freed his left arm, slamming his left elbow backwards into Mike’s chiseled abs. He felt his opponents breath escape his lips, down the back of his neck. In a smooth motion he spun to his left behind his opponent and pulled his shirt up over his head, blinding him while restraining his arms. The crowd, which was now incredibly hyped after this stunning reversal, oohed and ahh’d at the boy’s remarkably ripped body. Young Corbin quickly alternated blows to Mike’s sides as he pulled his shirt down over his body. Corbin then planted his foot into the back of his leg, forcing him to his knees. He quickly locked in a sleeper hold and slowly brought Mike to sleep in front of the cheering room of adolescents. He waited until the boy stopped moving before unbuttoning the clasp on his jeans, pulling down his zipper and allowing him to fall face-first onto the mat.
The audience was quite impressed. Luke moved away from his friends to get a better angle on the match. He liked this Corbin kid, and quickly saw another potential apprentice for his teachings.
“Both of these freshman are showing remarkable promise.”, remarked Chris as he stripped to his boxer briefs. Josh nodded in agreement and got more comfortable himself, trying hard not check out his good friend. He stripped to his briefs and straightened out his equipment. He found himself wishing he had the courage to admit to Chris what he really was. But he wasn’t sure how the YBWL or Chris would handle that.
Back on the mat Corbin was pulling Mike’s jeans off his feet, leaving him in just his shirt and a sexy white pair of briefs. They didn’t appear to have a waistband, but there was still gray stitching around the waist that read “Under Armour”, with their traditional curved“X” logo. They looked very athletic and complimented his body nicely, perfectly showing the tight curves of his ass and thighs.
Young Corbin awkwardly rolled the boy onto his back and pulled his black shirt up to his neck. He splayed his legs outward and began massaging Mike’s cock and balls. His tight underwear left little to the imagination as the inexperienced boy explored his young body for the first time. He made sure to pay attention to every piece of the young Adonis, tweaking his nipples as he carefully massaged the unconscious teen’s equipment. Luke noticed the wide spread grin on Corbin’s face and remembered the rush of his own first knockout. Corbin was now tugging Mike’s underwear down to his thighs. He propped himself on his elbow next to the knocked out boy and jerked his hard shaft while simultaneously exploring his mouth. Mike continued to remain motionless in response to Corbin’s assault like this for a while until the crowd began chanting for a blow job. Corbin quickly complied, much to the crowd’s excitement. Though Corbin was not experienced at sucking boy dick, he was easily able take in all of the growing boy’s four inch organ, bobbing his head up and down to greet his tight stomach as he stimulated his balls with his free hand. Corbin pulled his own briefs down and began to jerk both of their cocks simultaneously. He never took his eyes off of Mike’s slippery cock.
Mike awoke, bringing his hand to his forehead and moaning as Corbin nonchalantly continued to play with his exposed genitals. He slowly stood up as Corbin rubbed his back and pumped his dick. He groggily pushed Corbin away and pulled up his underwear. He licked his lips and stared down his equally dressed opponent.
The small Corbin threw himself at Mike as the two boys tussled around on the floor, each seeking to gain a superior position over their opponent. Soon Corbin found himself behind Mike. He wrapped his arm around Mike’s neck and folded his legs around his abdomen, attempting to render him unconscious once again. Mike used his superior strength to lift them both up off the ground as the smaller boy strangled him, and then slammed himself onto onto his back as hard as he could. Corbin immediately released his grip as he felt the air forced out of him. After catching his breath Mike had no problem pulling Corbin’s shirt off of him as he gasped and wheezed for air. He dealt a few powerful kicks to the boy’s stomach and sides so that Corbin, clad only in his tight Jockeys, would be unable to resist the attention Mike paid to his dick. He then hoisted the weak boy up so that Corbin was sitting on his shoulders in a reverse-piggyback position in preparation for a power-bomb. While his weak opponent was up there with his tight package directly in his face, Mike breathed in deeply and softly encompassed his y-fronts in his mouth. He then slammed him down on the mat so hard that he bounced off of the mat a little. The crowd cheered. Corbin was laying on his side and not moving much.
Mike posed for his friends a little before sealing the deal on his young target. Corbin hardly moved as Mike took off his own shirt (another series of whistles from the crowd) and dragged Corbin on his stomach and by his wrist to the center of the mat. He cupped his ass cheeks through the thin material of his briefs, then copped a nice feel underneath. He protested slightly as Mike inserted his finger into the boy’s anus, gently prodding and sliding it in and out as Corbin began to purr softly. Mike grabbed the waistband of his Jockeys and pulled them down beneath his ass cheeks and dived face-first into his virgin hole. Corbin cooed as Mike darted his tongue in and out of his asshole. He was pretty sure he actually felt the boy pushing towards him a little, relishing the intense feelings he was suddenly experiencing for the first time. He continued this for some time before sitting on his back and wrapping his black t-shirt around his neck. In a matter of a seconds and after a brief struggle the young blonde was unconscious and about to lose his underwear. Mike returned his attention to the boy’s ass, rolling his globes back and forth in his powerful hands. He flipped the boy onto his back and yanked his white briefs down and off his sleeping body, his boner springing up to greet him as he finally relieved the boy of his tight white jockeys. He twirled them around and tossed them into the crowd, which accepted them with pleasure. He took a mental image of the practically hairless sleeping youth splayed out before him and at full attention before gently caressing his young naked body.
Most of the young teens watching this spectacle had stripped down to little or no clothing, shamelessly and casually stroking their boyhood as they enjoyed the match. Josh and Chris were masturbating side by side, enjoying the match and discussing how they planned on improving their records by challenging and beating these two newcomers as soon as possible. Suddenly Josh felt a hand wrapped around his cock. He looked over at Chris, the boy who he secretly adored. He had a sheepish grin on his face. After testing the waters, he asked “Do you mind? I mean, I figure we can both make each other a little more comfortable. Feels better when somebody else does it, right?”
Josh interpreted this as “Look, I’m not gay, alright?”, and took full advantage of the opportunity to go along with it. “Yeah, of course Chris.”, he replied. “I mean, I think we’re great friends. And great friends help each other out. They just care about each other and having a good time.” With that Josh tugged on Chris’ adorable ears and gave him a wink. He wrapped his arm around his broad shoulders and placed his hand on Chris’ cock. The two boys scooted closer, returning their attention to the match. Josh wondered if he was dreaming as he fondled his friend and boy crush.
Back on the mat the action was seriously heating up. Both boys were rock-hard throughout the remainder of the match. Mike was rapidly pumping Corbin’s cock with one hand. The other was stuffed inside the front of his underwear. All he had to do was make him cum and the match was his. He cupped both of his smooth balls in his palm and rubbed them up and down as he bathed them and his throbbing shaft with his tongue. He grabbed the KO’d freshman’s face and rhythmically ground it into the front of his obscenely tented briefs. He pulled his considerably large boner out through the fly and propped it into his unconscious opponent’s mouth, reaching behind him to greet the smooth and throbbing cock resting on the boy’s tummy. He rubbed his palm flat along the boy’s shaft as he slowly worked his rod in and out of his unresponsive mouth. After this he turned around and faced the boy’s dick, plopping it in his mouth as he leaned down to caress his thighs and stroke his shaft simultaneously. Were Corbin awake, he would have a great view of Mike’s cloth-covered ass. It seemed that all hope was lost for the smaller youth as he approached orgasm. His body began to visibly tremble. Many members of the crowd had already came by this point.
Suddenly Corbin was awake and knew what was happening. His opponents face was buried in his crotch and he was about to cum. He groggily closed his thighs around his opponent’s neck and thought of the dirtiest, nasty, most depraving things he possibly could to keep himself from cumming all over Mike’s face and losing the match. Mike couldn’t fight back do to his awkward 69 positioning. As he approached unconsciousness he made a few final valiant efforts to tantalize Corbin’s cock. He passed out attempting to make him cum. After he was sure that the boy wasn’t stirring any longer, Corbin quickly rolled his opponent off of him. His hard dick was still poking through the fly of his sexy underwear. He pumped his cock up and down a few times before sliding the boy’s underwear down his coltish legs. Luke caught them as they came sailing over to him. The crowd was ecstatic. Corbin just might make a miraculous comeback.
Corbin explored every surface of the young football player with his right hand as he pumped his cock with his left. He spent a particularly long time rubbing the boy’s beautiful six pack as he masturbated the sleeping teen in every way imaginable. As Corbin increased his speed the boy’s balls bounced up and down rhythmically . He approached climax and slowly began to stir again. Corbin quickly situated himself behind him and hoisted him into a sitting position, seating himself directly behind the naked young boy and wrapping his arm around his neck in a sleeper hold. He kept the boy on the verge of unconsciousness as he spread his legs apart with his own. He used his free hand to vigorously pump the boy’s cock. Corbin allowed Mike’s head to lay back on his shoulder as he kissed his neck and explored his smooth chest, aiming his cock skyward as he continued his attack. The crowd had become silent. Mike was now moaning softly as Corbin suckled on his neck. His eyebrows were furrowed and his toes curled. He breathed heavily as Corbin pressed his hard member up against him. He intertwined their feet and placed a finger on the boy’s chin, turning his head towards him for a long and passionate kiss. Mike weakly returned the kiss, interlocking their tongues as Corbin rapidly stroked his smooth boy cock. As they shared the kiss Mike finally erupted. His raging member fired seven long streams up into the air, raining down on top of the two boys as Corbin continued to pump his cock throughout the process. The crowd cheered. Somewhere on the sidelines Chris and Josh had just came into each other’s hands and were now slipping back into their underwear.
As the final strings of semen fired into the air Corbin locked in his sleeper hold once again until the naked boy was knocked unconscious in his arms for the final time. His cock still throbbed as he lay silently back against his victor. As Corbin pushed the young boy onto his stomach the crowd could see that he was leaking profusely. He gathered a wad of Mike’s cum from his chest on his fingertips and used it to lubricate his boy hole, fingering it softly as he rubbed the rest of it over the tip of his already soaking wet cock. He then slowly worked a finger into Mike’s, followed by two fingers. He slowly stimulated and loosened the sleeping boy’s hole before finally placing the head of his cock at the boy’s entrance. He slowly worked his proud member into the boy’s anus, much to the crowd’s pleasure. He was so incredibly horny and worked up that it only took two minutes of slowly working his way in and out of the boy’s ass before he came inside of him, filling the boy with his semen. He groaned and grunted as he felt the most powerful orgasm of his young life leaving his body in warm and powerful bursts as the muscles in his penis contracted inside of his unconscious opponent. He pulled out during the finale of his ejaculation, spraying semen along the boy’s ass crack before collapsing on top of him. The crowd cheered and allowed him to lay there for a moment before Josh and Chris walked out to him and hoisted him around their arms.
Corbin was clearly spent and extremely tired after his hard-fought victory. Chris and Josh, clad only in their underwear, helped Luke put the boy’s tight briefs back on as they held him in a standing position. Luke kneaded the front of his underwear as Chris held his hand in the air and declared him winner. Mike’s friends helped him regain his senses as the two boys were cleaned off by their colleagues.
“Congratulations.”, said Chris. “Welcome to the YBWL.”
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An unexpected incident changes my relationship with Amy and Amber.
The beginning adventures of Joan
By Jefferson on wolfpub
CHAPTER THREE
“Mandy and the Runaways”
Friday December 15th
The next day was Friday and David had a date with Mandy, the young virgin that Elizabeth had set him up with. After work, he went home, ate a snack while watching the news and then set to work.
He got the glove and pulled the pin out carefully. He used an alcohol wipe to clean the tip of the pin. He then allowed it to set and dry while he went and showered. He came out of the shower dressed in a bathrobe and dunked the pin into the SLuT9 and let it sit to dry again. He stoppered the vial and hid it in the top of his closet behind some old shoe boxes in which he stored pictures of his two daughters.
While the pin dried again, he dressed, combed his hair and brushed his teeth. With only his shoes left to put on, David sat down with the glove again. He used some small pieces of foam to pad the pin so only the very tip of the pin poked out through the leather of the glove. He had learned his lesson with Rebbecca the day before. Her arm had bled and he hadn’t bothered to stop the bleeding. He didn’t care if she suffered, but he didn’t want Mandy uncomfortable or bleeding when he took her virginity later that evening. David was still pretty sure there was enough of the pin poking through to pass through a thin piece of clothing and still break skin when needed.
He carefully folded the glove into a ball, making sure the pin was safely tucked away and put the glove in his pants pocket for use later.
At quarter to six, Dave made sure he had his wallet, keys and the glove and headed out to the car. Gotta find a way to make a little extra money and get myself a new car, Dave thought as he slipped in behind the wheel. He started the car and made the ten minute drive to the university.
As Dave thought more about what was going to happen tonight, he almost had to laugh. Here it was, ten days before Christmas and he was going out on a date with a good little Catholic girl. She would be going home soon for winter break and, for the first time, she would have to go to Confession and tell the priest that she’d had sex and, if things worked the way Dave hoped they would, she would have to confess she had not only had sex but that she had begged for it.
Dave pulled up in front of the dormitory and parked. He went in and asked for Amanda Schmidt. The young woman at the desk called up and told him she would be down in a few. Dave found himself a seat, watching all the pretty, young co-eds going in and out and waited.
When she stepped off the elevator, Dave was sure he had found his girl. She had long, silky brown hair that was pulled back into a single ponytail that hung down nearly to her belt. She stood only five foot four with a little round face, big brown eyes, a perfect nose that turned up just slightly at the ends and a tiny little mouth. She seemed familiar to Dave somehow. It took him a few minutes but he finally placed it. She looked like that girl on The Wonder Years, Danica McKellar.
Mandy seemed to know who he was as well. Dave guessed that Elizabeth had told her about him which was fine. It stopped the awkward moment where she sees him and realizes he’s old enough to be her father. She waved to a few people as she crossed the lobby and came to stand in front of him. Dave rose to greet her.
“Are you Mandy?”
She nodded. “You’re Max, right?”
He put out his hand and she took it and they shook.
“Shall we go?”
She nodded shyly. He offered his arm and she took it and he led her out of the building and out to his car.
“So, where are we going tonight?”
“Well, I was thinking dinner. After that, I leave it completely up to you.”
Mandy nodded, apparently approving of his plans. He opened the car door for her. Once she was in, he shut the door and ran around to climb in behind the wheel. “Do you like Italian?”
“Doesn’t everyone?” she asked, giving him a very pretty smile.
Dave started the car, backed out and pulled the car out onto the small two lane road that cut the university in half.
“So tell me about yourself? Have you been married?”
Dave hadn’t thought about the fact that since this was a date, not just him giving some girl SLuT9 and taking her to bed. The girl might actually want to get to know him. Right now, she thought his name was Max. Dave had to think quickly about what to tell her. He made a decision that it was easier to tell just one lie than who knows how many. He decided to stick with the truth as much as possible.
“I was,” Dave said, nodding. “She left me for another man. They’re living together now. I have two kids, both girls, both of them are just a few years younger than you. Emily is seventeen and Hayley, my baby, is fifteen.”
“Why are you dating someone not much older than your daughters?”
“It’s Elizabeth’s fault,” Dave told her wanting to come up with a good story. He tried hard to remember Elizabeth’s story but had little luck recalling what it was. He kicked himself for not calling Elizabeth and finding out how much Mandy already know “We met and flirted. We really hit it off but there just wasn’t any chemistry. She told me she knew this really great girl she thought I would like. That was you. Without even asking me, she pulls out that pink cell phone of hers and calls you. I promise you, I had no idea what she was doing until I heard her talking to you.”
“So you don’t normally date girls my age?”
“I have no problem dating girls your age. To be honest, technically, this is the first date I’ve been on since my wife left me.”
“How long ago was that?”
“Two years ago this past October.”
“What about Elizabeth?”
“Elizabeth and I didn’t really date. It was just that one time. We met and….” Mandy nodded, apparently understanding.
Dave turned the car into the parking lot of the restaurant and parked. “You ready?”
Mandy nodded. Dave jumped out of the car. Mandy got the door open before he got there so he couldn’t open it for her. She once again took his arm and he led her into the restaurant. They were soon seated with a glass of water set before each of them.
“Okay, now it’s your turn. Tell me about you?”
“You didn’t tell me much about you. Just that you’re divorced.”
“Okay, let’s see. My name is Max Bernard, I’m thirty-eight years old. Born and raised here. Married right out of high school. Never went to college. Worked at the same company for going on twenty-one years now. It’s a company my uncle, my father’s brother, started. I am well up in the ranks now. Partly due to my name, partly due to the fact that I’ve been there for twenty years. They keep offering me vice president and I keep turning it down because I don’t want to be that responsible. I told you I had two girls,. They live with their mother but I’m working on that. Umm…” Dave thought for a moment. “I’m divorced. My ex-wife took almost everything when she left. Forced me to sell the house and everything which is why I drive a clunker of a car and live in a rat trap of an apartment.”
“If you’re so high up in this company, you should be making pretty good money.”
Dave nodded.
“So why not get a new house and car?”
“Because while my wife left me for another man and is living with him, she hasn’t married that other man. Instead, she is continuing to collect alimony and child support from me. Between alimony, child support, and taxes, that leaves me about one quarter of my paycheck.”
“Can’t you get the alimony removed since she’s living with another man?”
“Nope. Judge said that I had to pay until she got remarried. My lawyer tells me it’s an odd thing for a judge to do but it isn’t unheard of and it isn’t enough to get the ruling overturned. So, I continue to pay, she continues to collect, and her boyfriend is using my money to run for the state senate.”
“Your ex-wife is dating Paul Eggerston?”
“That’s him. And she’s not just dating him, she’s living with him. I guess you pay attention to politics, huh?”
Mandy nodded. “I like politics. My ideal job is to get hired by CNN and work as a political correspondent. So, how often do you see your kids?”
“Oh I get to see them pretty regularly. Rebbecca just makes it tough for me. That isn’t my problem. Right now, Rebbecca and I are locking horns over Christmas. I was living in this horrible little place right after we divorced and I wouldn’t let the girls come over for Christmas. By last Christmas, Rebbecca had moved the girls in with Paul and she told me the same thing she’s telling me now, that they want to spend Christmas together as a family. Of course, it’s nothing more than a big heaping, steaming pile of bull…” Dave stopped himself from finishing the sentence.
“Bullshit. You can say it. I know Elizabeth described me as a good little Catholic girl. She always does, but even us good little Catholics cuss sometimes.”
“Good to know,” Dave said with a smile. As hard as it was for him to believe, Dave was actually coming to like this girl. She was smart, funny and fun to be with.
“Also, you can count on not having to pay alimony for too much longer.”
“Why do you say that?”
“The man has been living with a single mother for two years. People will come to think he has commitment issues if he doesn’t marry her soon. Who wants a state senator that has commitment issues? No, my guess is he’ll marry her, or dump her, the beginning of the year. Has to do it well ahead of the real campaign and that will be the middle of the year.” Dave nodded. He had kind of figured that out for himself.
“What do you think would happen if my ex-wife was suddenly caught up in, oh let’s say, a sex tape scandal?”
Mandy smiled and leaned forward. “Do you have one?”
“I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that it might incriminate me,” Dave said with a smile.
“If you have one, and if it was released to the public at just the right time, say, a month or so before the elections. It could very easily hurt Eggerston’s chances of winning.”
“I’m not out to hurt Eggerston.”
“One more thing you probably haven’t thought of.”
“What’s that?”
“Do you know what Eggerston does for a living? What his job is?”
Dave shrugged. “I think he’s an attorney of some sort.”
Mandy giggled. “He’s an attorney alright. Pretty good one too from what I’ve heard. He’s the deputy district attorney for the city.”
“Oh, really.”
Mandy nodded. “You don’t get the connection, do you?” She leaned forward, almost completely over the table giving Dave a nice look down her shirt. “My guess, he knows, and probably plays golf, with almost every judge in this city.”
“Including the judge who sat on my divorce?”
“Exactly. You got screwed all the way around.”
Their meals came and they ate as they discussed less stressful topics. She told him quite a bit about herself including that she was eighteen years old, was born and raised in the northern part of the state, had come down to go to college, majoring in communications and journalism with an eye towards TV news broadcasting.
After dinner, the two sat and finished their drinks for a few minutes and then got up and headed back to the car. Once again Dave opened the car door for her and held her hand as she got in. He then ran around and got in behind the wheel. “Okay,” Dave said, once behind the wheel. “I told you that once we had dinner, the rest of the date was up to you. So now I’m leaving it up to you. Where to?”
She opened her mouth, shut it again, her brow furrowed and then said, “You choose.”
Dave smiled at her, started the car, and pulled out of the parking lot.
“So where are we going?”
“I’m choosing, remember?”
“What? So I don’t get to know?”
“Not until we get there.”
“Fine.”
She turned to passenger side window and watched the city go by as he drove. For a moment he worried she was truly mad at him but he could see the slight smile on her face reflected in the window.
“Doesn’t matter how much you pout, although you are cute when you do, I’m still not going to tell you where we’re going. I have two teenaged daughters. Pouting doesn’t work on me.”
“Drat!” She said, snapping her fingers. “Foiled again. How about pleading, does that work?”
Dave shook his head. “Only if it comes with sexual favors.”
“Foiled at every turn.”
Dave continued to drive until they reached a park. He pulled in and parked the car. He opened her door for her.
As she stepped out, Mandy smiled at him. “I’m learning.” They both laughed.
Dave took her arm and they began walking down one of the well-lit paths through the park continuing to talk and laugh.
“You know, I had other plans for tonight. I didn’t expect this date to go so well.”
“Do you wanna take me home? If you have something else to do.”
“You misunderstand Mandy. The plans were for you. I had some ideas about what we would do and such but I don’t want to do those things anymore.”
“Because I’m so sweet and cute?”
Dave thought about this for a moment. “Yeah. Exactly for that reason.”
“What did you have planned?”
“I don’t think I wanna talk about that.”
They walked in silence for a few minutes before Mandy spoke again.
“Tell me the plans, Max. Please? I really wanna know.”
Dave stopped and turned to her. He looked down at her and into her eyes for a long moment, then bent down and gently kissed her on the lips. She didn’t resist in any way. “Let’s discuss something else.” Dave turned, took her hand again and started walking.
“Can you give me some idea of what these plans included?”
“I’d rather not,” Dave said, not looking at her.
“You wanna know what I think?” Dave nodded but still didn’t look at her. “I think you were thinking of trying to seduce me. Trying to get into the panties of the good little Catholic girl. I think Elizabeth knew exactly what you were going to do and I think that’s why she called me.”
“Why would your friend do that to you?”
Mandy guffawed. “Who ever said Elizabeth was a friend? She’s more like a friend of a friend. We know each other. We’ve even hung out together on occasion. But we don’t run in the same circles. Elizabeth is a…” Mandy considered her words before speaking. “She’s a party girl, I guess. She likes a good time. Sees lots of guys. Sleeps with most of them. She has never come out and said anything flat out about me being Catholic and all but she’s hinted that she doesn’t like it. She thinks I should… relax. Enjoy myself more.”
“And you don’t?”
“I was raised to be this way. My mother was the same way. So are my little sisters. I don’t see anything wrong with the way I choose to lead my life. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not judging Elizabeth. I have never tried to convince anyone, no matter who they were or how they lived, that their way was wrong and my way was right. Elizabeth has no such qualms though. Numerous times, as I said, she has hinted that I should chill, relax, party-hardy and all that. I imagine she thinks I have a steel rod running up the length of my spine. That’s part of the reason I don’t consider her a friend. I took this date expecting you to be exactly that kind of man. I don’t think it’s you though. Just things you’ve said. The way you’ve treated me. I think this is new to you. I don’t think you’re that type of person. You yourself said you hadn’t dated in two years. I think you were looking for a conquest and I was, excuse the pun, virgin territory. Who could resist, right? But now that you’ve met me, found me sweet, charming, funny, cute and all that, you can’t bring yourself to do it.”
“Has Elizabeth done this before?”
“Twice. The first time I didn’t realize what she was doing. I spent two hours fighting off this guy who must have had eight arms. Finally I got sick of it. He stopped at a light, I got out of the car and walked away. Called a cab and went home. The second time I went, I was more ready. I even carried pepper spray in my purse. It’s still there, just waiting. He wasn’t as bad. He tried but when I wouldn’t sleep with him, he started rumors about me at the school but nobody who knows me believed them. Didn’t bother me any. She’s called a couple other times but I had something else to do. I had nothing to do tonight so… I accepted the date.”
Dave laughed. “What am I? A challenge? Are you testing yourself?”
“No. I figured if nothing else, I’d get a free dinner, maybe a movie and call a cab to take me back to the dorms.”
“So you’re a gold digger?”
“Of course not. You asked me, remember? You made the plans for tonight. I just came along. Now, if you don’t like that, I’ll be happy to go back to the car and you can drop me at my dorm.”
“No, I think I wanna keep walking.”
“Good. Me too.”
They continued to walk. The path was two miles long and circled around returning them to almost the same spot where they had first picked up the path. As they started for the car Mandy spoke. “So, will you be asking me for another date?”
“I don’t think so, Mandy. But I also don’t think I’ll be asking Elizabeth for another date.”
“Oh, dear. Elizabeth isn’t going to be happy with me. I’ve ruined one of her new toys.”
“A toy, huh?”
Mandy shrugged but didn’t say anything.
The two got back in the car and Dave drove them back to the college campus and stopped in front of Mandy’s dorm. He walked her to the front door, gave her a quick kiss good night and watched as she went in. He then returned to his car and headed home.
Even though he hadn’t gotten laid, Mandy had proven most useful for all kinds of information. She had pointed out a number of things about Rebbecca and Paul that he hadn’t known or hadn’t realized and she had made him understand a few things about himself as well.
Have to rethink the way I’m going to enjoy my new toy, Dave told himself as he drove home. I think, deep down, I knew Elizabeth was a slut when I picked her up. Hell, it was the main reason I chose her. Mandy would have been a different story. With Elizabeth, it was fun. She was fun. She didn’t care that I had given her the drug. She wanted her urges fulfilled and I did that for her. Mandy though, I think that would have been rape. I have no doubt the drug would have forced Mandy to give into those urges but I think she would have hated that it happened. I think it would have been pretty close to rape. Maybe it would have actually been a rape. I think I would have felt guilty for a very long time if I did what I had set out to do tonight.
I don’t feel bad about what I did, he thought, or what I’m doing to Rebbecca. I don’t think falling into bed with me again is going to devastate Becca’s world. She’s fallen into bed with me before at odd times. The day she filed the divorce papers she came to the office and had me bend her over the desk and bang her good. Nope, don’t feel guilty or sorry about Rebbecca or Elizabeth. Guess I’ll have to pick my targets a little more carefully next time.
Dave arrived back at his apartment. He took the glove with the still coated pin in it and buried it in his sock drawer. He then undressed, took a long hot shower, and went to bed feeling pretty good about himself.
Saturday, December 16th
The next morning Dave was awakened by the phone ringing. He rolled over, noted that the alarm clock on his night stand said it wasn’t quite six AM, and then scooped up the phone “Herro,” he said sleepily.
“Daddy?”
Dave was awake with that one little word.
“Em?” he asked, sitting up in the bed. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes. “What’s up?”
“Daddy, I’m lost.”
“What do you mean, you’re lost?”
“Mom, Hayley and I got into huge fight last night. She said she wasn’t going to let us come see you this weekend. What the hell did you do to piss her off?”
“Don’t worry about that right now,” I told her. Dave wasn’t going to tell his seventeen year old daughter that he all but raped her mother, even if her mother did deserve it. “What happened?”
“Mom ended the fight. Told us we weren’t going and that was that. Hayley and I discussed it. We both want to see you so we made a plan. We got up early this morning, well before Mom or Paul would be up, snuck out of the house and took my car. The plan was to surprise you at your apartment but we’re lost. I know how to get there but I’ve always driven it in daylight. I think I missed a turn or turned down the wrong road. We’ve been wandering around for about fifteen minutes now with no sign of getting un-lost I have no idea where we are or how to get to your house from here.”
“Where are you?”
“We stopped at a hotel. It’s a Day’s Inn. The guy at the desk says we’re on Kilpatrick Street. Near Mears. How do we get to your house from here?”
“I know where you are, Em. Just stay there. I’ll come to you.”
“Hurry.”
Dave smiled and hung up. Even when they’re seventeen, every father loves to hear his daughter say that she needs him. He jumped out of the bed, grabbed the same pants he’d had on the night before and pulled them up. He went into the bathroom and drained his bladder, rinsed his mouth with some mouthwash and ran a comb through his hair to make himself presentable. He then grabbed a tee shirt from the closet, stepped into his running shoes, made sure he had keys and headed out the door.
The hotel was only about seven blocks, as the crow flies, from Dave’s apartment but since both his apartment and the motel were in the old section of the city the streets were narrow, didn’t always run in a perfect square, and there were a lot of one-way streets. It took Dave just over ten minutes from the time he got in his car, to get to the hotel.
He saw Emily’s car. Paul and Rebbecca had bought it for her earlier in the year as a birthday present, but neither of the girls were in the car. Dave parked beside Em’s car, jumped out and went into the hotel. Both girls were sitting there in the lobby. Hayley was the first one to see him. She jumped to her feet and ran to her father, hugging him tight. Emily followed behind but didn’t run. “Are you two okay?”
“We’re just lost, Daddy. We didn’t get raped,” Emily said with her usual sarcastic smile.
After holding Hayley a minute longer than he really needed to, Dave released her and led the two girls out of the hotel and to their cars.
“I wanna ride with you, Daddy,” Hayley said when they reached the cars.
“You gonna be okay, Em?”
Emily nodded and slipped behind the wheel of her car, a brand-new, candy-apple-red Dodge Charger. Dave wished he could afford the twenty-five thousand it would take to buy one. Hayley got into the passengers seat while Dave got behind the wheel of his clunker. Both buckled up and then Dave backed out. Making sure Emily stayed behind him, the drive home took a few minutes longer than the drive to the hotel but neither of them got lost on the way.
“So, Daddy,” Hayley said as they pulled out of the hotel parking lot. “What did you do to Mom to piss her off?”
“That’s between your mother and I, Hayley. Keep your nose out of it.”
“Daddy, in case you didn’t notice. Emily and I basically ran away this morning to come see you. I think that means our noses are already in it.”
Dave glared at his daughter in the darkness but didn’t respond to the comment. He knew she was right. They had run away to come see him. He owed them something, if for nothing else than the loyalty and devotion they were showing him but he also knew he couldn’t tell them what had happened between him and Rebbecca on Wednesday that had so ticked her off that she would choose to try and keep his daughters from him.
The rest of the ten minute ride was made in silence. He pulled into his normal parking spot outside his apartment building and Em pulled her Charger in to the parking spot just to the right of his. They all got out of their cars and the two girls got a bag each out of the trunk of Emily’s car. Dave took Emily’s bag and led the two girls to his apartment door. He unlocked the door and waved them in. He handed Emily her bag. “You all know where your room is. Go get settled in while I call and tell your mother where you’re at.”
“You’re going to call her?” Emily asked, in wide-eyed surprise. “Daddy, she’ll come get us. Take us home.”
Dave smiled as he picked up the phone. “No she won’t. It’s my weekend, Em. Unless she has a real good God-damned reason to not let you stay, she’ll violate our custody agreement. She has no such reason. She’s just mad and is being petty. A judge will throw the book at her. Even with her boyfriend at her side.”
“What does Paul have to do with anything?” Hayley asked.
“Don’t worry about it, Hay. I have everything under control.” He smiled at the two girls and then dialed Paul’s home phone number.
The phone rang three times before someone picked it up. Dave recognized Paul’s tired sounding voice immediately.
“Paul, this is Dave. May I speak to Rebbecca please?”
“Can’t you call at a more reasonable time? You are aware it’s six thirty in the morning, right?”
“Yes, Paul. Believe it or not, I do know how to tell time. May I speak with Rebbecca, please?”
There was a growl from Paul, he then covered the end of the phone. Dave could hear Paul gently waking Rebbecca up and telling her he was on the phone. Rebbecca asked what Dave wanted but Paul told her he didn’t know. Dave smiled when he heard Rebbecca’s instructions. A moment later, Paul followed those instructions and slammed the phone down on it’s cradle.
Since he had heard what she said, Dave had more than enough time to move the phone away from his ear before Paul hung up on him. He looked at the phone, turned to his daughters and smiled.
“You both saw me call over there, right?”
Both girls nodded and giggled. They turned and went to put their stuff away.
While the girls were unpacking, Dave went into the kitchen, started a pot of coffee and started scrambling some eggs for his breakfast. Just as he poured the eggs from the skillet onto his plate, Emily came out to the kitchen, still dressed but now barefoot. “You want eggs?” Dave asked, offering his plate.
“No, thanks. When we got lost, we stopped and got breakfast at McDonald’s.”
She took a seat at the kitchen table and Dave sat down across from her.
“Where’s Hayley?”
“I don’t think getting up at five AM agrees with her. She went back to sleep. Didn’t unpack a thing.” Both of them laughed. “So, what did you do? I was there when you called Mom the other day. I know you arranged to meet her. Why? And what happened?”
“Like I told Hayley on the way home, Emily. That’s between your mother and I. Keep your nose out of it.”
“Daddy, it’s cutting into our time with you. You have to stop fucking up.”
“Language, young lady.”
Emily rolled her eyes but didn’t apologize.
“And just so you know, I didn’t fuck up this time. Your mother did. She’s just blaming me for it.”
“What did she do?”
“Something she regrets but can’t take back and I’m not telling you anything more than that no matter what you say or do.”
“She slept with you, didn’t she?”
“I did not say that, Emily, and I am neither confirming nor denying that claim,” Dave said, not wanting to give Emily any information at all.
Emily nodded her head. “She slept with you. Was it good?”
“Emily!” Dave said.
“Oh, come on, Daddy. I’m seventeen. I know what married couples do.”
“First off, you are seventeen and you may think you know what married couples do but I doubt you have any real idea of what goes on. And second, your mother and I are not married. She ended it, remember? Two years ago.”
“Yes, I remember. It was the day after Thanksgiving and Hayley and I still bring it up to her when we want something. It’s good for making her feel guilty.”
“Your mother can’t feel guilt, Em. In order to feel guilt, you have to possess a conscience.”
“Ouch!” Emily said, giggling. “You’re really not going to tell me?”
“Nope, I’m really not going to tell you. By the way, how do you feel about spending Christmas here?”
“I’d love too. So would Hayley. We didn’t figure Mom would allow it.”
Dave shrugged. “I won’t give any specifics but, I will tell you that come Monday or Tuesday of this coming week, your mother is going to be even more mad at me than she is right now. But,” Dave said, emphasizing the word, “you’ll also find she’s much more agreeable to certain things. Such as you girls spending Christmas here.”
“Why would that be?” Emily asked, smiling deviously.
Dave arched his eyebrows at her. “We won’t discuss that.”
“I will find out.”
“I don’t doubt that for a minute, Emily Jean. You just won’t find out from me.”
“I’m gonna go watch TV. Maybe the Smurfs are on.” Emily stood up as she spoke and headed for the living room. “I haven’t been up early enough to watch the Smurfs in a long time. I noticed the last weekend I was here that you have some channel that plays the Smurfs.” Emily continued to talk but Dave stopped listening.
After finishing his breakfast and cleaning up the kitchen Dave went into his bedroom, closed the door and sat down on his bed. He then picked up the phone and dialed Rebbecca’s cell phone number. He didn’t expect her to answer, in fact, he was hoping she wouldn’t. He got his wish granted and got her voice mail.
“Beck, it’s Dave. It’s about seven in the morning. I called earlier but you ordered Paul to hang up on me. Tell him, good job for me, by the way.
“I was calling to let you know that the girls, you know, our daughters, are here. Apparently they had the impression you were upset with me and we’re going to keep them from coming to see me. They chose to avoid the fight, got up early this morning, and came over to my place. I had no idea this was going to happen so don’t call and yell at me for it. I had no idea you were going to stop them from coming over. Please call me back and let me know what it is I’ve done that makes you believe me unfit to take care of my daughters for a weekend. Otherwise, I will return them to you Sunday night, like always. Talk to you later. Bye.” He hung up, smiling.
With that, Dave laid back down and slept a few more hours.
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This is part 3 of the story. You will probably want to read the other parts first.
Authors Note: Hey readers, thanks for checking out my first story I’ve decided to up and write. I was reading through a bunch of great stories by incredibly talented authors, and I’ve decided to give one of my ideas, floating in my head, a shot. Please note, there is not much sex in this chapter (there will be more later). Feedback is encouraged so please comment. Also, please mind the themes and if one of them is not for you, please skip this series. Thanks -AngelOFLife
Chapter 1, How it Began…
16 year old Jack was exhausted after his evening marching band practice. It had taken longer than usual because they had their first game to march in soon. So it became one of those Friday nights where one could just stay up late on the couch if you didn’t have a date or a party to go to and couldn’t quite fall asleep.
Jack was pretty easy on the eyes with a 5’8’ frame, wavy brown hair, brown eyes, and well-toned muscles from several years of intense marching. He also doesn’t currently have a girlfriend, but he was working on that.
“Jack! Can you turn the TV down! I’m trying to listen to music!” his sister yelled from upstairs. He lived with his sister and mom in their two story house. It wasn’t a hard life by any standards; they had enough money, they had friends and neighbors, the thing is that his sister is an absolute total bitch to him whenever she could be. So that is how fate had gotten him downstairs, as far away from her as he could be, that set his chain of life altering events in motion.
“Alright! Just be quiet!” he called up, annoyed at her. He grabbed the remote and turned down his show a few notches. Their mom was still at work so they wouldn’t get scolded for yelling. Just as he set down the remote and heard music being turned up from above, a sound rang out from the back yard: PHEEEEEW-BOOOSH! As something slammed into the flower bed outside…
“Holy Shit!” he yelled as he went to the window. He couldn’t see much through the dark as smoke appeared sparks skittered out of the violets near the back corner. He ran to the door not even considering telling his sister. He fumbled a moment with the lock and jogged outside.
Shit I forgot a flashlight he thought silently scolding himself. However it didn’t matter he realized because miniature fires had started in the crater illuminating the ghastly view. He was now sure the object had at least passed through the atmosphere as ash and dirt caked the crater. The object itself was something to be marveled; it had honey comb shaped holes all through it perfectly symmetrical in all ways. It also appeared to be made out of a black metal that almost seemed so dark as to absorb the light around it.
He cautiously eyed it and slowly moved his hand over the small alien object. His hand suddenly felt icy cold on his palms. Not as if the object were radiating cold, but almost as if they were freezing of their own accord. What the hell is this thing? He nearly said aloud. Then he reached down and grabbed it. Nothing happened. He slowly picked it up to eye-level. It was fairly heavy but it was almost as if it had no temperature, no heat or cold met his hand.
Then the nightmare began… It began as a slow trickling melt. The orb slowly melted around his hand and by the time he noticed what was happening, it was too late. He tried to scream for help, for his sister, for anyone at this point but he couldn’t hear his own voice! He tried to shake it off but it only helped it to mold around his hand even more.
He was a maniac at this point trying everything to get it off as it slowly spread up his arm… He couldn’t tell where or when he collapsed because the last thing he remembered was the black plasma completely covering him almost in a third skin and it finally finished by covering his head…
He woke up in pure white. Almost like a cloud-like state in a dream. His thoughts were short and blissful. This really must be the afterlife he thought in complete acceptance. That thought kept turning over in his head when suddenly; he felt a pin-prick on his wrist. Then his leg. Then his cheek. They started spreading and increasing in both frequency and intensity. Through all this he felt he was being watched in a million places from every direction. As if some invisible sentinel were observing him calmly through Jacks bodily torture of prin-pricks. Just when he thought he couldn’t bear any more, he awoke in a hospital bed realizing the white he saw around him in the vision was just the blurred white walls and ceiling of the hospital. He also later learned the prin-pricks on his skin were just all his nerves coming to life at once.
Timed seemed so distant and irrelevant to Jack as he lay in his hospital bed watching doctors, nurses, friends, and family enter and exit out of his room. They told him he’d had a concussion and quite possibly a seizure. Her sister had apparently found him lying in the flower bed unconscious and in an unexplainable crater.
The words three months rolled over and over in his mind. Damn that’s a lot of classwork to make up, he thought to himself. That might be the least of his worries as he had physical therapy and he had to rework his voice.
But it was in the first three days that the occurrences started happening. The doctors discharged him after a day in the hospital as moderate sleep-walking and they gave him some nightly medications. He quickly stopped using them however because deep down he knew what had really caused the scene outside and it scared him. He had just started readjusting back into his life even though it felt like he had been in the sleeping coma for only a normal nights rest. So it occurred to him that it might just be his life readjusting to him instead of the vice-versa.
Anyways, it was on one of these days when he was feeling lazy and called around to his mom in the kitchen, “MOM! Can you make me a couple of PB&J’s?” He shouted this half expecting her to shout back a valid argument as to why he could make his own, when suddenly she popped around the corner, ”certainly” she said, disappearing for a moment then returning with his order . Smug he accepted her sandwiches. “Anything else?” she asked. “That’s all for now slave,” he joked. Yet she replied ‘yes master’ strangely seriously and walked off to her room.
He watched her tight ass in sweatpants saunter away. She was a very sexy redhead and in great shape even in her early forties with two kids. He removed his gaze and turned around to leave only to find his sister watching him with her arms crossed and a grinning. “I see someone’s a little worked up” she said giggling at her own cleverness. She was referring to the obvious tent in his pants. His sister was only a year younger than him at 15 but probably smarter and more mature.
“Hey that’s none of your business,” he blushed trying and failing to cover it.
“So I see you’ve acquired a liking to mom, but what about me?” she teased turning and lightly slapping her ass. Her butt was confined in her tightest short shorts and it wasn’t doing anything to help his erection.
“You better not say anything to her!” he said face reddening.
“Ok, Ok.” She said, “But seriously of all people, why mom?” She asked curiously. “I don’t know. Why are you so curious?” He continued. “But I suppose it’s not really just her though.” He said meekly.
Suddenly she became very aroused at the mere mention of him lusting over her. What is wrong with me, she thought. “Just shuddup and follow me,” she said dragging him upstairs and into her room. She shoved him in and locked the door behind him. “Okay listen to me. This is a one-time thing and to be honest, I have no idea why I’m doing this for you.”
She pushed him back onto the bed and jumped on top of him. Holy shit, he thought, this is actually happening. She slowly removed his shirt and revealed his nicely toned abs and arms. She lowered her head and lightly teased on of his nipples with his tongue which he actually thought felt surprisingly good. Then, she slowly kissed her way down his chest reaching the lining of his pants. With a couple of tugs and wiggling from both parties, she got his jeans off revealing his semi-tented boxers to her.
He considered the idea of maybe his six inch penis would be too small for his sister’s liking and he suddenly wished it would be bigger (it wouldn’t matter because she was pretty much under his control whether he knew it or not). But nonetheless, to his surprise he felt it surge in his boxers.
“Mmmm.” She moaned and rubbed the head of it through his shorts. Lightly kissing the tip, she pulled down his boxers revealing an 8 in. penis that looked to be almost 2 in. in girth. “Whoa,” they both said at the same time. He had never seen his penis so big before and she hadn’t seen a real one, period. She slowly wrapped her fingers around it and tested it. “Wow,” she said “it’s like it’s hard on the inside and mushy on the outside.” Giggling she slowly started to stroke it in an up and down motion eliciting a moan from Jack. He asked her to take her other hand and feel his balls. She complied, fondling them and bringing him even more pleasure.
His sister continued stroking him until she got used to it and then slowly brought her mouth down on him. She copied what she had once seen in a video and parted her lips to accept him in her mouth. She slowly worked her way up and down bobbing her head. Jack had to admit this was one of the single best experiences he had ever felt in his life. She continued bobbing up and down his shaft while letting spit dribble out to cover his dick. As this was only his second blowjob, the first being in a teacher’s restroom at his high school in ninth grade, he was close to cumming and said so. If she heard him she didn’t let him know as she kept sucking. He was at the point of no return “Well ok then,” he said as he grabbed the back of her head, grunted, then released ropes of thick hot semen into her throat which she gladly accepted and swallowed his seed without a word.
She slowly released her mouth and pulled off of him. His sister just stood there for a couple of moments seeming dazed and confused, then suddenly, “What the hell did you do?!” She roared, “I don’t know how you got me to do that and I don’t really care! It will never happen AGAIN! Now get out!”
“Jesus Ok!” And with that he ran into his own room confused with his tail between his legs. Now that he thought about, how did he get a blowjob from his sister and sandwich from his mom? And was it just a coincidence that his dick was getting bigger, or had it in fact grown? These were questions that bugged him, but little did he know he would be receiving the answers very soon.
He laid back on his bed desperate for answers when suddenly his vision blacked and the last thing he saw or felt through his tunneling vision was looking at his hand and feeling detached from his body.
God knows how much time passed until he came to. The first thing he noticed was that he was standing on a black metallic square pattern that seemed to stretch too infinite. The second thing he noticed was that the sky was black and yet he could still see clearly on the endless flat plane he existed on. The last thing he noticed was the man standing in front of him. The man was wearing a plain gray sweater and plain cargo shorts, and like his clothes his features were also pretty generic. Almost like this was who god used to model every human after but with slight differences or added imperfections.
“Hello Jack.” The man said.
“I’m dreaming aren’t I?” Jack replied.
“No, not in the sense you’re talking about. I created this dimension so we could talk in private. My name is (garbled noise that can’t be repeated in any human language). It doesn’t have a direct translation but the closest meaning in Humani English would be… Well it would be ‘The Angel of Life’,” He said grinning.
… To be Continued
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First Story in a Long Series Adapted from Cyber Chat
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