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I stumble home from a long day, full of love for my wife… I forget her friend is in the room.

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My Pride and My Vengeance: Ch. 1 Getting Your Foot in the Door.

What’s up, my names Taylor Fitzroy. I’m just your somewhat typical high school sophomore. I’m typical in that I go to school, deal with my dumb teachers, and I deal with my idiot teachers. I’m not typical in that I exercise and that I have real ambition. Not like these idiot that think they’ll go to Hollywood, be discovered, and be famous. My ambitions are not that superficial.
If you’re curious on how I look, well, I don’t mean to brag, but I’m a tall, muscular 16 year old. I have blond hair, blue eyes, and chiseled features. My so called friends say that my eyes look like I want to kill someone and my eternal smile, that I always have on, looks like I’m expecting something good, but the combination of the two makes me look like I’m enjoying getting revenge on some poor sap.
It’s the first day of my sophomore year at Rock Ridge High School and I just not trying to kill anyone… yet. I know what you’re thinking, and I do have anger issues that stem from my past. I’ll tell you more about that later, but in the meantime I’ll take about the present and presently I just want something to preoccupy my time so I don’t kill someone… yet. Due to my ambition, it has to something challenging, something few could pool off and above all, fun. And I think I found it.
My 3rd period class, U.S. History. The teacher’s name was a first year teacher, Robert Sanger. He looked like a man in his mid-twenties and had horn-rimmed glasses, but other than that he looked rather plain and unremarkable. History, not just U.S., was certainly a passion of his, he pretty much skipped the required introduction and started the lectures, he added tid bits of facts about some ancient countries blah, blah, blah. Though he may speak with a passion about history doesn’t mean I’ll actually pay attention to what he says.
Sometime during class he he said something about to me that just pissed me off and I decide I was going to amuse myself by constantly humiliating. Before I continue to tell you what he did keep in mind that I’m a narcissist, and of the two branches, healthy and destructive narcissism, I shamefully admit that I’m the destructive one. I try to force myself to the more healthy side, but sometimes my destructive nature gets the best of me.
Now onto what he did to me, during class he said “I bet you all didn’t know that the Americas was originally discovered by the vikings, but they failed to establish a permanent establishment.”
I replied, “I bet you didn’t know that we all don’t care and never will, but go on pretending that we ever will.” Some of my classmates gave laughing and shocked awes that I would say that to the teacher.
“Then should I give you your F now or give it to you when you flunk for not paying attention.” My classmates started laughing even louder. He damaged my pride, so now he must die now.
For the remainder of class I was thinking of a fitting humiliation for what he did to me. As we were leaving I saw something on his desk and it came to me, what is the most most humiliating thing a man can suffer. It is something so humiliating it shall forever damage his self-esteem, something that can ever ruin his life, and above all make him learn not to cross me. Once I saw his wedding photo I knew I had to take his pretty little wife and fuck her brains out. My eternal smile just became even wider as I leave his class.
***
Once I can home, I went to my room, I go to Facebook, and try to find his profile. It took some time, I didn’t think there would be so many Robert Sanger’s there are. Once I find it, I download his profile pick and use some software to find the precise location where it was taken and cross reference those coordinates with map quest to find where they live. I’m very tech savvy. They should really turn off the geolocating feature on their cameras, you never know who can find out where you live. Then I check out his and his wife’s profiles and learn her name is Lucretia Sanger and her job is a children’s novelist. Good luck with that one.
Once it’s about 8 o’clock, I sneak out and I jog to their house with some black clothes in my book bag. It’s a few miles away and I like to jog a lot. I suppose I could jack my neighbor’s car are again, but you never know how many times you can do that before you actually get caught. Though I do have a fall guy, he’s black, so they’ll get him instead of me. Sad, but true.
Before I arrive at their neighborhood, I change into my black spying clothes and jump their gate into the neighbor hood and sneak through the bushes so nobody spots me. After traveling few blocks through the bushes, I see their house.
The Sanger house is a large, freshly built, two-story building. My first thought on seeing the house is… How can they afford this place, it must cost a fortune!? I know it’s a buyers market out their, but still, he’s a freshly graduated high school teacher and she’s a children’s novelist. There is no way they can afford this place and they didn’t inherit it, it’s too new for that.
I sneak through their yard and look into their window and see those two at the dinner table. Lucretia looked like a sweet, innocent housewife. She’s a beautiful woman with ample tits and the face of an angel. What was she smoking when she married Rob? Damn, I want to rip those clothes off and fuck her in front of her husband.
They’re talking about something very import. Though I can’t hear them, I can still read their lips. To sum up their conversation, they’re talking something about credit card fraud, that explains the house, and not wanting to be found by the IRS for tax evasion. It seems to be Rob’s idea as Lucretia seems to be against it saying they don’t need a big house and what not as Lucretia wants them to buy everything with their own money that they earned.
After their talk, they head up stairs and get ready for bed. Luckily, there’s a tree right by their upstairs bed and bath rooms. Lucretia takes a show before brushing her teeth and heading to bed. As she does though, I take out my camera, zoom in and take pictures of her naked body. Pretty soon Rob joins her, with his small pecker, and get busy in the show, and I catch it all on tape. It’s quite important for what I have planned.
Afterwords I head home for some sleep. I need all the rest I can get for what I have planned for tomorrow.
***
After school the next day, I ask one of my friend to drive me near the Sanger house. Since her husband is still at the school for beginning of the year teacher stuff, I can have ample time to start my plan with his wife.
My plan to take her has three phases.
Phase one, arguably the most difficult and most important is to fuck her, or some other lewd shameful act, and make sure she won’t tell anybody. What makes this so difficult is if I go too far, she’ll call the cops or her husband and I go back to the Juvenile Detention Center. I’ll explain that one later.
Phase two involves me returning for another round and fucking her in a way that she’ll love it even more than her husband and also degrading her into a cock hungry slut. With my larger than average cock and my youthful stamina will give me an edge over him, plus there are somethings I’d like to try out on her.
Phase three involve showing him what I’ve done with his wife and how much she loves it. There’s no point in a secret humiliation, he won’t suffer. I am thinking about getting her pregnant though. If I get her pregnant with my kid, then he’ll suffer much more.
Now even though I have this plan, I must make sure my pride doesn’t make me think I can’t do something beyond my abilities. As Daddy says, “Make sure you you are capable of doing a job or else you’ll be in over your head.” I don’t like the man, but he has some good advice… sometimes.
I walk up to the front door and ring the door bell. Lucretia answers and she looks stunning with that black corset and miniskirt. Damnit, I want to rip those clothes off and fuck her right now. But I have to be patient.
“Hi, may I help you.” She says with a sweet smile.
“Yes, I have something to discuss with you, Mrs. Sanger.”
“Hmm, about what?”
“It’s a closed door kind of thing.”
“Umm, okay? Come on it.” She’s a little curious, but that’s still no excuse for letting a complete strange into your home. You never know what he might do once he’s inside. Hehehe.
Hmm, it may just be me, but the house looks even better looking at it from the inside, than looking at it from outside the window.
“Nice house. How could you afford such a nice place?” I like I don’t know.
“Oh, my grandfather recently passed away.”
“Hmm, and here I thought it was tax and credit card fraud.” I say teasingly.
The moment I say that she just stops for a few seconds, turns back at me with a serious expression and says, “What did you want to talk about?”
“Hmm, I think you know.”
“Did the Dukes send you?”
“No, who are they?” I wasn’t expecting that one. Who are they? They do kind of sound familiar “Oh, they must be the people you stole from.”
“How do you know about us?”
“I don’t think I’ll tell you. At least just yet.”
“What do you want? Money?”
“No, no, what I want is more simple and then I’ll be out of your hair for good.”
“Spit it out.”
“First, I want to see you naked.”
“Please don’t make me.” she says as she hold on to her clothes. “Don’t you want some money?”
“I told you to strip, now snap to it.” I command her. “Or do you want me to call the police”
She unbuttons her shirt and slowly takes it off. Next she takes off her shoes and unbuckles her belt so she can take off her pants. Now she’s only in her underwear and socks.
“There’s still more to take off, my pet.”
She then takes off her socks.
“You’re still in your underwear.” I point out.
“P-Please don’t make me.”
“Hmm, perhaps I should go to the police about your not paying your taxes and give your husbands student pics of his nude whore wife.”
“What did you say?” She sounds shocked. “About nude pics.”
“Oh, did I forget to mention.” I show her pics of her naked in the bathroom. “I even have photos of you and your tiny husband fucking in the shower.” I show her those two. Her face becomes bright red. “Now snap to it.”
She unhooks her bra takes it off. Then she takes off the final article of clothing she has, her panties, she slides them down her legs. Now she is butt naked, but she is covering her tits and cunt with her hands.
“I want to see your lovely privates.”
“Please anything but that!” tears are flowing from her face.
“Anything? How about you suck my cock then.”
“You know what I mean!”
“How about it I get naked, too.” When 5 seconds after I say that, I’m in my birthday suit and my six pack ab, my large biceps, and my monster, rock-hard cock are in full view.
The moment I take off all my clothes, her face grows bright red again and lets out an embarrassed shriek. Then she covers her face with her hands and looks away, but soon looks back as her eye peeks through her fingers and eyes my cock.
“You like what you see?” I smurk. “Do you know how big it is. Much bigger than your husband’s tiny thing.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She closes her the gap between her fingers in front of her eye. As she does so I take out my android and start recording this. “Rob has a big penis.” Now she’s either a liar or and idiot.
“By they, nice tits.” The moment I say that she drops to the ground and covers her tits. “You do know I’ve already seen them and have pic of them.”
“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” She notices the smart phone and says, “No! Please stop recording this and delete all of that.”
“Yeah, like that’s going to happen.” Really, why would I delete these beautiful video? But I do need to draw a line, I can’t go to far on our first… session. I just need to go far enough and do something that will let me go a little farther, like comforting her a little. So I wrap my bulky arms around her and tell her, “It’s all right. I’m here.”
“Then let’s stop this.” But we’ve come so far.
“Not yet.” I put my index finger into her cunt and begin to rub her g-spot and I rub her clitoris with my thumb. The moment I do her body starts to release loosen up and also starts to get a little wet as well.
“Aaahh, stop! Please stop!”
“Sorry, but I can tell you’re enjoying this so much.” She is, she’s really starting to pant. Does her husband ever stimulate her sensitive spots? Or even know how to? “I would hate to stop it now.”
She’s enjoying this, but it’s not enough. I want her to know just what the difference between me and her hubby are. I grab her hand and pull it onto my hard cock. She is now feeling my manhood. What a lucky gal, don’t you think?
“Try stroking my cock.” And lo and behold, shortly after I said that, she started to slowly stroke my cock. It was a rather slow and weak for a hand job, or any job for that matter, but it’s a start. “That a girl.”
Lucretia’s face was so red from embarrassment and made such cute moans. I was pretty sure she was going to soon, so I grabbed her hand and made it stroke my cock faster. I wanted to cum onto her naked body to mark her like a dog marks it’s territory.
Well, soon enough she did cum, and almost passed out. She was lying on the floor, but I still made to give me a job. Well about 10 minutes after she came, I cum as well, damn my naturally long endurance. My cum sprays all over her face. Too bad her mouth was closed, I want her to taste my seed.
She started touching her in disgust. It’s like her face is saying, “What the hell did you put on my face.”
“Try putting it in your mouth. My seed taste delicious.” I tell her with the widest grin possible.
“No, now get out. You’re done right.” She says with a serious puffy face. “You said once you were done, you’d go away and I’d never see you again, right?”
“You’re right. I did say that. And I’m a man of my word.” I was lying, and if you know me well enough, you’d know that sometimes I makes promises just to break them. I grab my clothes, put them on, and tell Lucretia, “Good bye. And be sure not to tell anyone about this, not even your husband. I wonder what he’d think if he heard another man made your cum?”
As I walk out the I notice her tasting some of my cum. After I’m outside I look at my phone and look at what I just recorded. She forgot that it was still running. Well phase one of my plan went of without a hitch and on Friday I can carry on with phase two and actually go into that cunt of hers.
***
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WHITE pt III

White
pt.III
Nikki woke up feeling better. After having to manually unburden herself the previous night, she was relieved to wake up dry. She prayed that it was a fluke and that it would go away as quickly as it had arrived. She was more than ready for things to get a little more normal and for the moment, she actually felt that way. She started by making coffee. While it was brewing, she woke Chase by running her fingers through his hair. It was his absolute favorite. He moaned a little before coming to. His moan was a dead ringer for the night before. She winced and shook her head. “Silly boy..” She mused.
“Eh?” Chase sniffed, prying his eyes open.
“I said you’re a silly boy.” She kissed him on the nose and shook as much of the night from her mind as she could. “Coffee sound good?”
He rubbed his eyes. “Yeah, smells good too.”
Nikki returned to the coffee maker and poured him a cup. “Thought you’d never wake up..”
“Yeah I crashed pretty hard.” Chase replied.
“Well you were sleeping like a baby… You do anyone exciting last night?”
“What’s that?”
“What?” Nikki asked, confused.
“Didn’t hear ya..” Chase said, folding his blanket.
“I asked if you did anything exciting last night. Hard of hearing already?” Nikki handed him a mug.
“Just not awake yet, I guess. ..I pretty much hung out and laid in the sand all day. Fell asleep a few times. It was pretty late by the time I came in here..”
Nikki choked, inhaling some coffee.
“You alright?”
She nodded, composing herself.
“How about you? How was your day? He asked.
Nikki’s eyes were still watering as she lifted her mug for another sip. “You know, work-work-work..!”
“When did you end up getting off?” Chase asked, lifting his.
She choked and began coughing again. She took a quick breath, “..About the same time you did..”
Chase spit his coffee out and began coughing also.
“..When you got off the beach i mean.” Nikki added quickly. “Took me awhile to get back here though. ..Is the coffee bad?”
“No!…Its um.. Just a little strong is all.”
“I’m sorry hun, I only gave you sugar. You want some milk?
“Yea, that might help..”
Nikki took his mug to the table near the coffee maker and removed a cup from the mini fridge.
“When did you get milk? Better yet, where on earth did you find it? Hell, I can hardly find the bar here..”
NIkki grinned over her shoulder, “I got it last night. Found it just off the boardwalk.” She handed him his mug and sat down next to him on the sofa.
Chase took a long sip. He sighed and leaned back into the cushions. “Mom, you make the best coffee in the world..”
The two of them set out for the shoppes not knowing or caring where they’d end up. The mood was light and the weather was beautiful. Once a cab had dropped them off, they immediately set to the task of shirt shopping. Nikki picked out the shirts and delivered them to her son over the the dressing room door. Chase finally settled on one particular type of shirt but in a number of different colors.
“..Okay, lemme see the black one now.” Nikki called to him.
“Mom, they’re all the same! Just different colors.”
“How is it you ended up so man-like and difficult without a father around to make you that way anyway? Just get out here and let me see the black one.”
“Eh, I think It’s a little too small..”
“Chase, move your fanny. Let’s see it.”
Chase opened the door and walked out. Nikki’s eyes widened. HELLO! The shirt was almost translucent. It clung tightly to every ripple, to every shape his torso had to offer. The seam at his neck was taught. The cuffs around his biceps were smooth. It pronounced his pecks, his shoulders, his abs.. “..Oh my.” Nikki Murmured.
“What?” Chase cocked.
“You look gooood, baby boy..” Nikki purred.
“It’s a little snug.” Chase complained.
She reach behind him and flipped his collar down exposing the M for medium. “Oh I see. This must’ve been on the wrong rack. ..So you liked the blue, the white and, the red right?
“Yeah but the others fit fine so they must be in the next size up. ”
“Okay hun, give em all back to me so i can make sure they’re all the same before we go.”
Taking the four on their hangers she made her way back to men’s shirts. Finding the black shirt in a large almost immediately, she stopped short of picking it up. She stood there for a second thinking. She turned and hung all three larges back on the rack in one swift movement. Quickly, she snatched up their replacements. Blue, white and, red. All mediums. Draping them over her arm, a look of satisfaction crossed her face. For good measure, she ran her hand along each pair of shorts she passed on the way back to the fitting room. The last one she touched was it. Without a liner, they were the thinnest, softest shorts in the store. Returning to the fitting room, she caught Chase just coming out.
“Hold it there, buster. Go try these on.”
Chase took the shorts from her and shrugged. Upon returning to the the dressing room and dropping his cargo shorts, it was soon apparent that he had no underwear. It hadn’t even occurred to him since all of his ‘electric shorts’ had brief-type liners. He shrugged again, pulling them on. They were a lot like boxers in a way but they were real shorts. They had single tiny snap button securing a ridiculously over sized opening in the front but, they were comfortable.
“Chase, lets see em.”
Chase walked out of the dressing room and stood in front of her. The thin white material of the shorts lay beautifully over him. The definition they offered was breathtaking. Nikki wanted to see what had been in her panties and there in the department store as her son stood before her, she found out. Her eyes glazed over as she soaked in his unmistakable image. His overall silhouette running down to a pronounced ridge.. The best and most prominent of all was his perfect pouting bell. Swaying with his every step, it distorted the plain of material as it moved but, forever it remained embossed. Outlined. Pushing through the material. Pushing through to her. Begging her. Nikki tried to lift her eyes. She tried to focus on what to next to say. She tried to right it off as just another piece of a man. Her eyes didn’t move. She tried it all but, DAMN he was pretty. Eventually, she managed to nod her approval.
“I like em too!”
“You do?” She asked, a little surprised,
“Yeah. I think I’ll buy em. They feel really good, like I’m wearing nothing at all..”
“I’m sure it does. Ready to go?” Nikki asked, a bit flustered.
“Absolutely.” He said, returning to the dressing room.
They exited the store and began strolling down the sidewalk. It was cobblestone with shops and restaurants in every direction. There were patio tables and palm trees and of course the ever present din of Jamaican rasta music. Nikki picked out one of the small cafes with tables on the sidewalk. Chase was eager for a change of clothes so he made a bee-line for the restroom. Upon his return, Nikki glanced up, seeing he was wearing his new white shorts and the clinging white shirt. She grinned. “I ordered some drinks. Nice duds, stud.”
Chase flopped down in his chair. “I thought since you were in white, I might as well join in.. You know, now that I have this shirt on out in public, it feels a bit tighter than it did in the store..”
“Maybe your new shorts are just looser than the ones you were wearing when you tried it on?”
“I never thought of that. That kinda makes sense..”
“Well I’m sure it’ll loosen up after it’s been washed.” Nikki lied.
“But don’t things get smaller in the wash?”
“Sometimes.”
Chase was now thoroughly confused.
Their drinks arrived and they relaxed, taking in the atmosphere.
He looked at her. “You look great in white. You like it a lot don’t you..”
“Yea. ..Well, it’s kinda something my girlfriends started a long time ago.” Nikki laughed. “When we would go out, we would all try to ‘out-white’ one another. It kind of became our color because we all ended up owning so much of it!”
Chase chuckled, taking a pull from his drink. He watched her as she read through the drink menu. She was beautiful. She was in a scooping spaghetti strap top with a thin white skirt that ended with frills just above the knee. She had a sun hat cocked to the side and a silver heart shaped necklace. The necklace was long, suspending the two entwined silver hearts just between her breasts. Chase stared in wonder at how they never seemed to lay flat against her. Her cleavage just wouldn’t allow it. They would always lay to one side, propped up by one breast or the other.
“I like those sunglasses on you.” Nikki said, not looking up.
“Hmm?”
“Can’t see your eyes though. How do I know you’re not staring at things you shouldn’t be?”
“If I was, would you wanna know?”
She started smiling, shaking her head. Putting the drink menu down, she leaned back in her chair and looked at him. She crossed her legs. “..Maybe.”
Chase stumbled for a second. “Well in that case, I was admiring your..”
“Hi neighbors!” A woman chirped.
Startled, Nikki flinched spilling her drink a little. Looking to the next table she saw a man in a Hawaiian shirt and a woman with short blonde curls in a pink tube top smiling at her.
“We saw you at the hotel!” The woman whooped in a Jersey accent. “We’re in the chalet across from yas!”
“I guess we ARE neighbors then aren’t we..” Nikki smiled.
The man, obviously from the same area and seemingly just as excited, chomped on a cigar. “Hey Mimi, look at it. Check it out. Look at da tables! We’re even neighbas heea too!”
“Yeeea!” The woman replied. She leaned toward Nikki, “Don’t ya just love the place?”
“I really do. it’s very nice..”
As the two women gushed over…. Whatever they were gushing over, Chase was staring at the man who seemed to be parroting or adding to whatever the perky curly woman said. He was about middle aged. Maybe 45 or so, he guessed. He had black Elvis looking hair and side burns too. His Hawaiian shirt was red with white flower shapes. What chase was trying to figure out was, if his lapels were actually longer or if it was just the Elvis look that was making them appear that way. He was astonished at how hairy the guy was. The man’s chest hair was out of control and looked like it was trying to subdue a massive gold chain around his neck. Chase looked back at his mother’s necklace. Then, back at the hairy Elvis. Then back at his mother. Then, back at Elvis.. One necklace appeared to have it all.. The other was on the verge of being written off as a total loss. It was being deprived of oxygen and sunlight! ‘Somebody do something! Save the chain!’
“…Chase..Chase!”
“Hmm?..What?”
“..This is Mimi and her husband Joe.” She said, introducing them.
“Hi, I’m Chase.”
“Nikki tells me this is your first time in Jamaica?” The woman asked.
“Yup! First time..” Chase replied.
The waitress arrived and delivered more drinks. Eventually, Mimi and Joe joined them at their table. Joe kept the drinks flowing and they exchanged stories and covered topics of all types. Joe did most of the talking but he was very entertaining.
“…Chase, tell me sumtin,” Joe said. ” You two been married for what, a couple a yeas right? So when anotha lady hits on ya. Does ya wife Nikki, get all homicidal like Mimi heea?”
Mimi hit him on the arm.
“Well.. We’re not married so…”
“..Yet.” Nikki interrupted. “..But no, I don’t get too crazy. ..Unless they touch him. If they touch him, Mama’s claws come out..”
“Awwe… So ya engaged?” Mimi cooed.
“Ya not married yet?? Joe stammered.
“We just haven’t decided when or where or how..” Nikki said. She grabbed her drink and took a few large gulps to look busy.
“Haven’t even talked about it.” Chase added.
“That’s perfect! Joe could marry ya!” Mimi sang. “He’s a bonified minister you know.”
“Come again?” Chase said with a twitch. He glanced at his mother, who had returned to gulping.
“.. Yup! Got it on the intanets! The truth is I lost a bet to my brotha.. Anyway, so I took the test, bottabing, couple hundred bucks latah, and boom. They even sent me plaque. I got it on the wall in my office!” Joe laughed.
“Oh.. No, that’s really not necessary..” Nikki managed. “..But thank you. Thank you very much..” She looked at Chase.
“Yeah.. Thank ya vera much..”
Nikki kicked him.
“Oww! What you tryin ta do ta me, lil mama?”
She kicked him again.
Mimi caught on and started cackling hysterically.
“Ya know, ya might wanna wear ya rings at least. That resort’ll kick ya out if ya aint got ya rings on.” Joe said, his eyes wide.
“Really?? ..They didn’t tell us that when we checked in..” Nikki was dumbfounded.
“We’ve seen it happen.” Mimi said, nodding.
“We didn’t really think to get any.. Chase managed.
“Ha! We’ll vouch for ya!” Joe belted. “At the very least, you can buy some cheap junk ones in da gift shop there! What a racket eh? Haah!”
The afternoon flew by and they laughed and carried on. Chase and Nikki liked their new friends. They liked having some fun and down to earth people to get to know. Before any of them knew it, they’d already made plans to meet up with them the next day. The sun was about to set and all four of them were a bit more than tipsy. The consensus was to catch a cab back to the resort and sleep it off. The waitress came back around and Joe insisted on covering the tab with the enormous wad of cash he’d been pulling from all day. Leaving the cafe, they walked to the curb.
“Share a cab?” Joe asked holding up his arm.
“Sounds good.” Chase replied.
A taxi pulled up almost instantly. Joe theatrically flung the door open and turned to his wife. “I certainly hope you don’t mind sittin on Daddy’s lap for awhile..”
Mimi walked up to him seductively and giggled. “As long as you promise me a smooth ride..” Kissing him.
Moving to the rear driver’s side door, Chase opened it and looked at Nikki. “Well? How bout it Mama?”
Nikki smirked, rolling her eyes. Her heels clicked over the pavement as she walked up to him. She kissed him with a peck on the side of his upper lip. “Take a seat, little boy.”
Chase got into the cab next to Joe followed by Mimi and Nikki. As she climbed in, Nikki pulled her skirt up to make the maneuver a little easier. Chase blinked, seeing the tiniest glimpse of a white thong. Taking her seat on his lap, she let her skirt back down. It occurred to him almost immediately that her skirt wasn’t beneath her. Effectively, she was now sitting on his lap in nothing but a thong. In the shorts he was wearing, he wouldn’t be able to hide much of anything. He felt himself slightly stiffening. This was going to be a long cab ride.
As the taxi started down the street, they slid forward to allow the girls more headroom. Mimi and Joe continued to display their affection for one another, giggling and grabbing. Joe began kissing her neck and soon they were whispering dirty nothings back and forth. On Chase’s side of the cab, there was trouble brewing. No matter how he tried to think it back down, his unit was coming to attention at an alarming rate. The bumpiness of the Jamaican roads were only adding to his growing dilemma. Suddenly Mimi reversed her position and straddled Joe. A necking session of epic proportions broke out with the sound of smacking lips and heavy breathing. Listening to them make out like ravenous teenagers further worsened things for Chase. His little problem had turned into a big one. He was now at full throb. Thankfully, his mother sat a bit to the right and not directly centered on him. Already, he knew he was pushing against her. He knew he was flat against the underside of his mother’s left thigh and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. The cab took another direct hit from a manhole cover and Nikki bounced. It was a close one. He bit his lip knowing full well that with the wrong bump he’d pop up like a flag pole on a spring. And if that wimpy little snap gave out… He tried to put that out of his mind. Maybe she hadn’t noticed. She didn’t appear to be aware of anything.. Maybe, If he could stay exactly in the same place she’d be none the wiser.
Nikki looked over at Mimi and Joe. She leaned back to Chase, ” I think they need a little privacy..”
With that she went to change position. ..To sit sideways and face the window instead of straight ahead. That’s when it happened. As she began to turn, moving her left leg to the left she set Chase’s trapped hard on free. It catapulted upward with tremendous force, impacting her in the pubic bone with a thud. He clenched his eyes shut as he felt her pause for the briefest of moments. She continued turning, his pole still pinned against her. Once she was fully repositioned, her legs naturally came back together, closing him in. He wanted to crawl into the trunk and hide.
She leaned against him and ran her fingers through his hair. “Today was fun. It was nice to get out and enjoy the area, ya know?”
Chase was beside himself. He honestly couldn’t believe she hadn’t noticed! A wave of relief washed over him. “Yeah it was great! It was fun hangin out with them, too!..”
The cab continued lumbering along hitting every bump and pothole along the way. With each bump they were all tossed. Chase took in the view as his mother’s breasts bounced and swayed. He was rock hard and could barely think straight. At least the snap hadn’t let go yet. If she wasn’t aware now, she couldn’t possibly be oblivious to feeling his bare shaft against her skin. Looking down he saw that he was slightly propping up the front of her skirt. Her legs together, her bouncing was almost stroking him. How could she NOT know? Was she THAT drunk? Or was he just THAT damn lucky?”
The cab finally came to a stop in front of the hotel. Mimi jumped out as Joe leaned forward to pay the driver. Chase opened the door for his mother. Before moving, she gently kissed him on the forehead while running her fingers through his hair again. She moved her mouth next to his ear and patted him on the head like a puppy. In the softest, lightest voice he had ever heard from her, she whispered, “..Down, boy.”
She quickly stood up and walked toward the hotel. Chase’s cock swung wildly from her departure and came to rest pointing straight up. The material around the head of his penis clung to him, soaked through to near transparency with his pre-cum.
Joe turned back around after paying the driver. He looked at chase sitting there with his shorts tented to the extreme. “Ha! Good ride fa you too eh?”

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Quaran-Teen

Covid 19, city shut down but I’m in construction, residential electrician and still working. I’m finishing up a big remodel job that I took over from a guy who didn’t know what he was doing and lots of things are wrong. I could be here for weeks.

Fantasy

The Way it is Now Ch 8

Sarah, feeling very pleased with herself sat beside him. Holding his right with her left hand on the shared console. The radio playing some music she didn’t know. But she liked it. Knowing they needed to shop. But not for what, with no clue where they were headed.

Fiction

The Hotel Maid

I hope you enjoy this I wrote it a while ago for my blog and thought I’d post it on here too.

Fiction

A Plain Girl Emerges From Her Shell.

The hand that had been at my breast, was now drifting down again, for a moment it caressed my stomach, then of a sudden, it was pressing through my skirt, and between my legs.
Automatically I fought against this unknown intrusion, I began to struggle, her hand stopped pushing, but still sat where it was. She lifted her head to look at me, “Diane, I want to touch you, and I know you want me to, just let it happen.” Then she kissed me again, I had realised that I loved her kiss.

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How Traditions Start – part 6

After Zach and Presley have sex for the first time, Presley finds herself hungry for more. Molly does not like the way her younger sister is looking at her twin brother and ends up doing something she said she wouldn’t.

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Trip Home part 2

Trip Home part 2
I lay in bed thinking about Yoko and wondering …should I go to her house tomorrow. To tell the truth I was embarrassed that the whole incident happened. Did I enjoy it…you damned tooting I did. But again she is my best friend’s Mother and it was all accidental. I finally drifted off to sleep with nothing settled .
Along about three am I was awakened by a sudden release of pressure…in 16 year old talk… I had a wet dream. I was a mess, I shared a bath with my sister’s bedroom since she was still at the Hospital I did not have to worry about disturbing her. I stripped off the sheets then took a shower. I began to soap down and my hand automatically began stroking my dick while thoughts of Yoko ran thru my mind… she was so tiny and her body so smooth, I could feel her pussy as it moved up and down on my dick. In seconds I was releasing another load all over the shower wall. I washed off and dried . Wrapping the towel around me I just lay across the mattress and went back to sleep.
I awoke to the phone ringing… it was Mom. “Hi Mom, how is Carrie?”
“ She is resting …they had to operate there were a lot of splinters in the wound that had to be cleaned out.” “Dad is calling the office and putting Don Prater in charge till Carrie is able to come home, We have checked into a motel and will stay here. Dad says you can use his pickup the keys are on the dresser and he told Don you would be stopping by and for him to give you a $100.00 out of petty cash.” You take care and we will call you tomorrow.”
I got dressed and went into Mom and Dad’s room to get the truck keys. Then off to the office, My Dad is a Real Estate Broker specializing in Commercial properties. He pulls in high six figures a year minimum. I knew petty cash would not even miss the $100, knowing Don he probably throw in more. I arrived at the office and Don met me at the door.
“Well Rafe looks like you are on your own for awhile your Dad said to give you a $100 but I’m not sure that is enough.”.. he paused…. then handed me another bill a fifty. “That should do it. But if you run out drop by and we can fix that.”
All the Ladies in the office had to ask about Carrie, I told them as much as I knew. I assured them I would keep them informed. There were a couple of them I would really like to inform. Like Dads Secretary, Coleen , a red haired green eyed Irish Lass not over 3 years older than me. Ooh but her big titties made me drool. I knew I had to get out of there before I embarrassed my self with the tent forming in my pants. She looked up at me and smiled. Boing that’s it gotta run.
I got in the truck and started it but before I could pull away from the curb my cell phone rang. It was Tommy. “Hey Rafe, Tommy, I have to drive over to the Hospital and pick up Chibbi. Molly is going along since it is such a long trip. Three hours over, pick her up stop and eat. So let’s say 4 hours back.” Any how what I wanted to ask you is would you go over and take my mom to the store.?”
I told him, “Yes I can do that for you.” Boing there it goes again. My mouth was dry and I was panting…surely within 7 hours we will find time to go to the store.
I arrived at Tommy ‘s house I walked up on the porch and reached to ring the doorbell, before my finger reached the button the door opened and Yoko Reached out, grabbed my arm and pulled me inside.
I looked at her with lust in my eyes and noticed that all she was wearing was a tee shirt. I bent down and she locked her arms around my neck and our lips met. Fire spread through out my body. I slid my hands down and cupped her butt cheeks and she leaped up wrapping her legs around my waist. I could feel the heat from her bare pussy thru my pants .
I was in a quandary, I so wanted to get her all naked and to lick her slit but I also wanted to slide inside her and to pound that pussy. While I was having those thoughts and being attacked wit a wanton tongue. I had been working my pants down a little at a time til I felt them slip down my legs to nestle around my feet only to be kicked aside.
I lifted her ass cheeks and aimed my cock at the entrance to her pussy. I slowly let her down which caused a wonderful sensation as my cock entered her. When we were pubic bone to pubic bone she pulled back from the kiss and said. “Recliner….you sit” I carried her to the recliner and turned around to sit down. Yoko grabbed the remote that was on the arm of the recliner, to get it out of the way I thought.
I reclined the chair with my dick still in Yoko… she still had the remote in her hand… she pushed a button and began turning a dial… to my surprise the chair started to vibrate. Yoko smiled..” I ride you again.” and she began to twist her butt and to bounce around. I just lay there enjoying the vibration and the twisty up and down motion. Yoko began tightening and relaxing her pussy on my cock OOH all the different sensations was more than I could stand I began bucking and bouncing and shoving as deep as I could go. Then Yoko screamed and fell forward onto my chest. I grabbed her hips and tried to pull them further onto my cock. I could feel the head expanding then releasing as I sprayed rope after rope of cum into her womb.
We just lay there with me still inside her. I pulled her tee shirt off and then mine so that her little bullet tits could rest upon my bare chest. The chair continued to vibrate nothing radical but created a tingling sensation in my body that transferred into hers. We lay there for and hour then Yoko began her pussy exercises again and it joined with the vibration finally caused us both to reach a climax. It was intense and subtle at the same time.
We showered and washed each other which almost turned into another session. While I was dressing Yoko douched for later. Yoko got dressed and since she really did need to go to the store. We decided to get that out of the way and headed to Albertsons. By the time we got back and put the grocery’s away we were both ready. We left a trail from the kitchen to the Master Bedroom and by the time we reached the bed we were both completely nude.
I picked her up and gently laid her on the bed with her legs still hanging off. I kissed deeply then played with her little tits. I always liked big tits… but her tiny ones just entranced me I could get her entire tit in my mouth at one time. The fun part was the nipples were highly sensitive…one nibble and she had shivers all over her body..
I left her desirable tits and kissed down to her belly button, she had an innie, I licked all around it then swirled my tongue around inside …another shiver . I kissed my way on down to the thin coating of hair just above her slit. The small amount of hair felt like silk so soft which complimented the smoothness of her skin. I could see her button sticking out of her slit. I couldn’t help my self I had to suckle her clitoris I placed my mouth over it and sucked it inside. I reached out with my teeth and nibbled her clit.
I felt her legs rise up and cradle my head between them as she draped them over my shoulders. I continued to nibble on her clit . Her outer pussy lips were puffy and pouty and as I sucked one of the lips inside my mouth , tasty I might add. I worked on each side of her pussy till her body was difficult to hang on too…then and only then my tongue slid into the entrance of her pussy. … I slopped and I slurped I kissed and twisted my tongue till I felt I had reached every part of her pussy inside and out as I reached every petal of the flower of her sex and not to mention the five orgasms she had.
As I raised up to move into position to insert my cock I had held on to her legs…they were still on my shoulders bringing her pussy to the perfect position to be entered. I slid in slowly just an inch at a time . Yoko was moving and grasping trying to pull me in at a faster pace but I continued my slow pace. Even as many times that we had gotten of I knew that neither of us would last very long this time
I finally reached maximum penetration. I quickly pulled out til only the head was in her…I held there till I felt her ass began to move trying to draw me back inside. The tension became to much and I drove it home. Our movements became so erratic that we had covered the entire bed and was almost ready to hit the floor. When we both were grunting and I drove as deep as I could and my body froze. Yoko’s head was twisting from on side to the other then her head came up to my chest and she froze.
We both had reached our release point and I dumped a ton of cum in her receptive body…Then we melted and lay in each others arms..
Yoko looked at the bedside clock we had been at it so long time was running out . We had another shower and I left a satisfied Yoko we agreed we would try to get together again.

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My Endearing Angels: Part 2

Very long continuation of My Endearing Angels by Rightinthe. It’s quite long so feel free to pause after certain scenes. Below is a ‘what happened before’, but I highly recommend to read part 1 if you haven’t yet. Hope you’ll have a good read!

True Story

A Married Guys guide….pt3

Since it seems some folks have enjoyed my stories, I thought I’d share again. A quick recap, accidently discovered my very conservative wife of six years secret fantasy of being my anal whore. After several months of the hottest sex we’d ever had–with the one requirement that I always cum in her ass–she showed me another of her fantasies. That was, she wanted to fuck me in the ass. I was a guy who’d always said that would NEVER happen, but I suddenly found myself caught, because I’d promised to try anything she wanted to try. So, I let her fuck me in the ass with a vibrator, and it was amazing. One reader said they wanted me to share more details about how it felt, but I’m really not sure how to describe it. I mean, can you honestly describe in accurate detail how it feels to cum so that someone who has never cummed can understand? I’m not sure that I can. All I can say is that it did hurt a little, but the pleasure was a lot stronger than the pain. And when I cam, it was like the cum was building up and building up like it was never going to get there. When I finally got that release in her mouth as she fucked my ass, I honestly felt like I was going to black out. But anyway, I want to share the third act of my story.
It had been about six months since I fucked my wife in the ass for the first time, and another three since the first time she fucked me in the ass. It was the best thing that had ever happened to our sex life. We fucked at least six days out of the week. She’d give me a blowjob, I’d lick her pussy and fuck in any position, but in the end I’d always finish in her asshole. Then she’d roll me over and fuck me in the ass while she sucked me off, letting me cum in her mouth. On the days when she was on the rag, she’d just fuck me. I never felt funny about it, the way I had once thought I would. It was just hot HOT sex with the woman I loved.
I came home from work one afternoon to find all of the shades closed, and candles flickering in the hallway. We never really did candles, so I knew I was in for something big. She met me at the bedroom door wearing a pair of purple boy short panties and nothing else. She took me by the hand and led me to the bed, where she turned to face me. She kissed me forcefully on the lips as her hands unbuttoned my jeans and pulled out my cock, which was already rock hard. She slid me into her mouth until the head of my cock touched the back of her throat, and then started working me in and out of her. Right when I thought I was about to cum, she slid me out and smiled. I moved to kiss her but she put a finger to my chest.
“I don’t think so,” she said with a crooked smile. “I’m in charge to day.”
She slid my pants and boxers down to my knees, and I stepped out of them. Then she quickly unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it aside. Then she turned and got on her hands and knees on the bed with her back arched and her ass sticking up.
“See anything you like?” she asked.
“Oh yes,” i moaned. Her boyshort panties were so far up her ass I could almost make out her asshole through them.
“Why don’t you get on your knees,” she said, and I dropped to my knees next to the bed. She back her ass right up to my face, burying my nose inside her ass crack. I reached up to grabbed her hips, but she smacked my hands away. “I told you, I’m in charge today. You don’t do anything until your told, bitch. You understand?”
“Uh…yes ma’am,” I said.
“Good,” she said and started grinding her ass on my face. I could smell her. It was that familiar sweet smell of her pussy, and the now familiar smell of her ass, which some people might THINK is disgusting, until they have been in that position. I could barely breath, but my cock was throbbing. After several minutes she pulled away and ordered me to lay on my back. I did and she shook her head. She swatted me in the balls, which kinda hurt, but in that situation it was kinda nice. “I didn’t say you should be hard.”
“Well–”
“Shut up, bitch,” my wife snapped. She stood over me in the bed and pulled her panties off, then squatted down over my face. Her pussy was only inches away, and I wanted to attack it, but I held back. This was hot and I didn’t want to ruin the mood. “Don’t you want to lick it? Too bad.”
She turned her ass to face me, and then sat down on my face. My nose and mouth were buried in her ass, and I couldn’t breath. I felt her hand grab my cock and started jerking the hell out of it. My whole body wasconvulsing. I couldn’t breath and I was about to cum. FInally I cummed hard, all over the place and she raised up. Then she ordered me to get on my hands and knees. She disappeared behind me for a moment, and then reappered wearing a very large, very black strap on.
“Open your mouth, bitch,” she ordered. Weakly I did as she said, and my wife slid the dildo into my mouth. She started to face fuck me the way I had always dreamed of doing to her. She was smiling the whole time, and I was a little embarassed that I felt my cock getting hard again. “Oh, I think you like it, you little bitch. Turn around!”
I nervously did as I was told, thinking about the size of that dildo. I felt it slid up my thigh, and then up my ass crack. Then there was preasure against my asshole. She pressed gently against me, slowly working her way in. It took a while, but finally she managed to get enough of it in that she started to fuck me. It hurt a lot more than the vibrator had, but she did a reach around and started jerking my cock as she fucked me.
“Oh you are enjoying this,” she said.
I honestly don’t know how long it went on, and I can’t truely explain how it felt. It hurt, but once my ass got used to thesize of the dildo, that kinda went away. All the time she was stroking my cock, and it felt like the cum was building up in my nuts. It was so wierd, and so good. I felt like I was on the verge of cumming, but I couldn’t. It just kept getting stronger and stronger, but never getting there. And she just kept fucking me.
“Oh, I thought you were a manly man,” she whispered in my ear. “I think you’re gonna wear my panties to work tomorrow and think about this all day. You’re gonna think about how your just my little bitch, aren’t you?”
And then I was cumming all over the bed. Right when it started every muscle in my body felt like it tensed up. And as I gushed all over the sheets she sid out of my ass and I collapsed into it, still cumming. She slid into bed next to me and kissed me on the neck.
“I love my little sissy boy,” she whispered in my ear.
A few days later I was getting on the computer while my wife ran to the store, and found her email was open. Now, I’m not the nosy sort, but the email that was open had “RE:(MY name) Video” as the subject. I was curious, so I started reading. The email was a response from my wife’s friend Sherrie. It read:
“Sandy, that was SOOOO awesome. You really made Mike your little bitch! I’ll never look at him the same way again! Everytime I see him I’ll be thinking about that big black dick in his ass. LOL! Sending you the latest vid of Tommy, hope you enjoy.”
I cliked on the link and opened it. It was Sherrie’s husband Mike jacking off a cock that was at least ten inches and thick.
I was embarassed, because what straight man wants his friends to know he takes it in the ass? But I had a secret history with Sherrie (see the story Sherrie) and knowing she had seen that video turned me on, and it made me wonder what other kinds of videos the two of them had been sharing. I eventually found the folder hidden in my wife’s work files. It had six videos and a dozen or so pictures in it that I had no idea existed. All of the vids were from times when my wife had been waiting for me when I got home from work, so I guess she had time to set up her camera. The first two vid were of me jacking off with a pair of her panties on my face, clearly taken with a camera phone from outside the bedroom door. The next one had been taken with a nicer video camera and was the second time I had fucked my wife in the ass. Two of them were of times when she had fucked me with the dildo and the last was a full length of my taking it in the ass from the strapon. The pix were of me in the shower, sleeping naked, etc. There was also a folder that had pics and vids, mostly of mike jerking off. One dark grainy one was of Sherrie giving him a blowjob.
I watched the later video and jerked off, thinking that next time I was really going to put on a show for her. I’ll tell you about that later.

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