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Struck by Lightning Part 2

This Story contains Incest, Bondage, Teens, and Mind control. If that’s not to your liking than shoo. If it is then enjoy. This story is a little light on erotica but has plot buildup for the next chapter..
Struck By Lightning
By Lord Amun
Chapter 2
It was a happy day in the archer house, My mom came home early from work, she let my little sisters stay home from school and Kat took the night off from her job at the restaurant. When the doctor arrived he question me about my experience in the coma, I didn’t tell him a thing. He also tested all my reflects and sences. I was fine, the doctor gave me a clean bill of health. The doctor told my mom that I could eat solid food but I recommended soup. Then he left.
After my mom escorted the doctor out she came back to his room. “John hunn, are you hungry?”
“No mom, what I want is to get out of this room, can you help me up, I haven used my legs in a bit and I don’t want to fall.”
I shifted till my legs were over the edge of the bed, mom came over and she wrapped her arms around me and he did the same and then she lifted and I tried to stand but I didn’t realized how week my legs would be and my mother underestimated how heavy I was and the next thing we new, she was on her back and I was on top of her on the floor, my face burred in her 38 C cup breasts. I quickly pushed myself off of me mother. “You ok mom?” Having read her mind I already new the answer. “Yes hun, just my head hearts a little.”
“Sorry mom, I though my legs were stronger than that. Thanks for the soft landing anyways mom.” I said with a little chuckle sitting up
It took my mother a few seconds to get the joke then she started to laugh too. She stood up and I did too. Using my mom as a crutch we walked out of my room and down the hall to the living room. Kat saw us slowly walking into the living room and quickly got up and went to help. With the two women helping me, I couldn’t help but chuckle. “What’s so funny mister?” my sister said razing an eyebrow.
“O nothing just thinking how I’m one lucky guy”
“how so?” my mom asked
“Two beautiful women under each arm.” I said with a bit of a laugh.
My mom and sister looked at me then dropped me on the couch. I faked a little pain noise. “Now sit here and relax, mommy will take care of you.” my mom said turning on the TV.
“Can you get me a drink of coke please?”
“We don’t have any here but ill run up to the store and grab some, I need to get something for dinner anyway, any suggestions?”
I though for a minute “I want pizza, what about you Kat?”
“Sure I wouldn’t mind some pizza tonight.”
“Pizza it is then” She said picking up her keys
“Thanks mom.”
“No problem hunn” she said walking out the door.
I closed his eyes and reached out for my mom’s mind. I found her mind and pushed past the walls, I then came up and image of her shopping at the local grocery store and a shopping list, I then gave her the image. Then I reached out for his little sisters minds, I had to think about how to do but then I came up with a picture of there room sounded with sound proof from, I then gave them that image and the image of them playing a game of monopoly on their room floor. I wanted to be alone with my big sister. I yelled out at the top of my lungs, “Jan…Sara…Mom has gone to get Pizza.”
I could tell from their minds that they didn’t hear me, so some how it worked. My older sister came back into the room. “Hey sis do you want to stay here and watch TV with me, I don’t really want to be alone right now.”
“Sure little bro.” she said sitting down.
I read her mind, the experience they had together was still on her mind, in fact it was the main thing on her mind, she was split. Part of her hated her self for it but there was a part of her who loved it and wanted more, she got so turned on sucking her brothers cock and then seeing the love in his eyes just turned her on more. I then tried something new, I felt the part of her mind that doubted herself, I then isolated the thoughts she was feeling and pushed them back further into her mind so that the part of her mind that loved what happened was stronger than the part the was ashamed. Then I sent her some images of what had happened, us kissing, her sucking my cock. And I could tell from her mind that my plan was working, she was getting turned on. I with drew from her mind and turned off the TV. Kat looked at him. “What’s up Johnny?”
“Kat I want to talk to you about what happened when I woke up.”
I felt her getting nervous but I used my mind to push that feeling back a bit. “I knew this would come up. Johnny I don’t know what came over me, and I’m sorry.” I knew what she needed to hear.
“Hey Kat, you’re my big sis, you don’t need to be sorry, I loved it and…” I shift closer to her so that our thys were touching, me wearing pajama bottoms and her wearing a short jean skirt… “I wanted to return the favor.” I then leaned in and kissed her.
I felt her draw back a bit but then she gave in and started to kiss me back. The kiss got hotter and hotter then she slipped her toung in to my mouth, then I did the same to her. I then put my hand on her left thuy and slowly slid it up. I felt the edge of her skirt, I stopped there knowing that it was the right thing to do. I wanted her to make the next move, and she did. She put her hand on my and slid my hand up to her panty clad mound, I could feel how wet she was, her panty were soaked. I was reading her mind, I new exactly what she wanted, I moved my fingers to match what she wanted and she let out a lowed moan. Then she started kissing me again. I kept rubbing her pussy till her mind told me what she wanted, I responded. I removed my hand from her pussy and slid onto the floor. She wondered what I was doing then she realized what I was planning and smiled and opened her legs, all reservation were gone now, all she could think about was the orgasm building between her legs.
I slid my sisters soaking wet red thong to the side and she shifted so that she was sitting on the edge of the couch, her skirt was riding up and I moved between her legs and started licking her nicely shaven pussy. She was moaning so lowed I was glad I made my younger sisters not pay attention to anything outside their room. I had never licked pussy before but because of what I read from her mind I new what to do and were to do it. I licked up and down her slit then started to suck on her labia. Playing with her clit well I sucked her pussy. I kept liking and sucking till her mind told me what she wanted next. I kept sucking and licking but then I liked my index finger and slid it into her soaking wet pussy. I curled my finger up and started to rub her G-spot, She moaned and grabbed the back of my head and held my hair well I sucked her clit and rubbed her G-spot. I could feel her orgasm rushing over her mind, it was pure bliss. My mouth was flooded with her pussy juice, she kept cumin. Through the bliss I felt that she could cum again so I started licking again and before her first orgasm had ended she was deep into her second.
After a few minutes I felt her orgasm fading and her mind starting to calm down, her body was still trembling as I slowly pulled my finger out and gave her pussy one last kiss. I stood up slowly because of my shaky legs. Before her eyes had even open, I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed me back then I sat down. She just sat there for another 5 minutes before she looked over at me, sweat beading across her forehead. “Were did you…learn that?”
“I don’t know were it came from it just seemed like the right way to do that, plus I have watched a lot of porn.”
She leaned over and kissed me. “Little brother, If I knew that I would have got that from you…I would have sucked your cock a long time ago…” she then gave me a big hug… “Sis, I was wondering can we do this more often?”
He didn’t even have to push her mind… “I think so little brother…if you keep doing that to me, ill gladly keep sucking your cock and…maybe a bit more” And then she kissed him one last time before she got up.
“Love you Bro.”
“Love you too sis”
And she left the living room, I heard the shower come on not long after. I could still taste her on my toung, I was amazed at what my mind could do, and it seemed to becoming easier.
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Samatha Archer pulled in her driveway and turned off the car, she grabbed the pizza beside her and got out of the car. She opened the back door and grabbed the bag with a bottle of coke, bread and a carton of milk. She didn’t know why she had taken the longest way to the store and home but it seemed like the right thing to do. When she got home her son was still sitting on the couch watching TV, her daughters no were to be seen. “Pizza’s hear!” She yelled as she entered the kitchen.
The girls all seemed to come out of no were her eldest daughter seemed to be almost glowing and it was ovous she had just taken a shower. “Why are you so happy?”
“O just having a good day, that’s all.” And she grabbed her slice and walked towards the living room
Sam could tell that her daughter was lying, she was always able to tell when her eldest daughter was lying. But what could have got her daughter so happy, and in such a short time. She was only gone an hour. She decided to leave the mystery till later, she pored a glass of coke and grabbed a slice of pizza. She entered the living room as saw her eldest daughter whispering in her sons ear then they both started to giggle a bit, when the saw her they stopped and went back to watching the TV. She handed the pop and pizza to her son then went to get her own.
I started eating my pizza when my mom left. I leaned over and whispered to my big sis. “I never knottiest it before but after what we did I have a new outlook on life and… mom’s kind of hot, isn’t she?”
Kat looked over her shoulder at her mom as she walked into the kitchen. Her little brother was right. Her mom had a rather slim figure for a lady of 41 and her ass still seemed to be tight, but what was she thinking. She was her mom, sure she had, had thoughts about women before but how twisted was she now to be having sexual thoughts about her mom. “Your bad, but I can’t argue, she is kind of hot, but what are you getting at?”
“O just thinking that I wouldn’t mind getting a peace of that.”
Kat almost choked on the peace of pizza was eating, she then punched her brother in the shoulder. She finished chewing the peace in her mouth then answered. “God I never knew how perverted you are, she’s our mother. Besides… aren’t I enough for you?”
I couldn’t believe what I read from her mind, she was jellous, the last thing he wanted was to rewen what he had with Kat, but he could also tell that deep down his sister was a perverted as him. “Don’t get me wrong sis, I want you more than anyone else, but I can’t help but want to explore more women, after all you are my first.”
Kat thought about it for a second then agreed, after all he was a 16 year old boy who just eat his first pussy and had his first blowjob but she couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous. As ridicules as it sounded to her, but then a random thought crossed her mind, what would it be like to eat her mom and have her mom eat her.
I was reading my sisters mind during the conversation, I was surprised to learn that she had thoughts about other women and I was glad that she agreed that their mother was hot. But the jealousy I could feel from her had to go. I pushed into her mind and suppressed the feeling. I also increased her feelings towards other women, I even gave her the image of her and her mother together. I wanted to do my mom and it would be great if I could get my big sister in on it. I also wanted to fuck my big sister, I knew I had to take it slow with her because no matter what happened I wanted her to love me, not just obey me.
When my mother came back in I closed my eyes and reached out with my mind. I felt the walls in her head and pushed past them. I started to browse through her head, I browsed through her memories. There were a lot of memory of my father and a rather strong memory of when the police told her he was dead in a car crash. I didn’t want to linger on it so he went further back in her mind, I found memory of her and my father having sex, It surprised me at first but then I dug a little deeper, I discovered that my father was all about himself and that he never gave her an orgasm, she always had to finish herself off after. I went back further in her memory then something caught my attention, it was a memory of my mother tied to a chair naked. She was blindfolded with a gag in her mouth. There was a man in the memory, I didn’t recognize him but my mother was much younger so it was probably before she got married.
The man treated her like shit, he slapped her, pinched and twisted her nipples and the thing that got him the most was that she was loving it. She was moaning around the gag. Then he pulled out a rather large vibrator and shoved it into her. He turned it on and then duck taped it to her inner thy so it wouldn’t come out. The then un gagged her and shoved his cock in her mouth. She started sucking like vacuum. He could tell from her memory that she was getting ready to cum. Then the guy pulled out and shot his load all over his mothers face. When the cum started running down her face she came.
I was amazed at what I had seen, but it got me so turned on by the memory, I went through more of her memory from around that time and I found my mom was quite a sex freek when she was younger, there were memories of her doing two guys at once, being fucked in a park and lots of other memories of her being tied up and fucked by lots of different men, he also got the feeling that his father didn’t know what his wife used to do. I could feel that there was something deeper, under it all. I had to dig very deep into her memory all the way back to when she was a child, around 10 or 11.
In it she was having sex with an older man I didn’t recognize, she was hating it, there were tears running down her cheeks, then I saw a mark on his shoulder, it was then that I realized it was my dead grandfather, my mothers dad. My grandfather had raped my mother. It was then that I put it all together, from the memory she had wanted to do it and had seduced him but it got out of control. From that time on my grandfather continued to have sex with her and I could tell from the memories that she began to associate love with humiliation and pain, and after he died she continued to go out with abusive and controlling men because it was what she loved, she love to be dominated. My father changed that, she found a new kind of love with him but she was never sexually satisfied and she couldn’t tell him because she knew he would leave.
I pulled out of my mother’s mind but before I left all together I made her think more about me as a man, as well as a son. Also I pushed her mind so that she would be more open to me, and that she would love me no matter what happened between us. With that I pulled out all together and started thinking of a way of getting my mom.
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10 days have gone by since I had awoken from my coma. It had taken me two of thoughts days to come up with a plan to get my mom. I had decided that I would not screw with her mind any more, that I would force her to submit to me. From her memories I knew that she loved to be dominated and that she had already experience incest so she would probably except it. I even worked my big sister into my plan, I want to watch my sister eat out our mom, it would be so hot. I also wanted to finally fuck my sister. But before could put my plan into action I had to go shopping. I also needed money.
It was a Tuesday so I was home alone, my mother was at work, my two younger sister were at school and my older sister was out with her girl friends. I decided that I would do my shopping today. Over the last 10 days I had gotten my legs and arms back to normal so I got up, got dressed and left the house. I locked up and walked out to the street. We lived in a normal subdivision, each house looking like the one next to it. I saw a car coming down the road. I reached out with my mind and found the driver, I pushed past the walls in his head and made him think that he was a shofer and that I was the person who he was suppose to drive around.
When the car pulled up the driver, who was a middle aged black man got out and opened the back door for me. I got in and the man then closed the door and got back in the car. “Where to Sir?”
I chuckled a little “Take me to the closest bank.”
“Yes sir.” And the car drove off
15 minutes later they we parked out side a rather large bank. I got out and went in. I walked up to the teller, well at the same time reaching my mind out to the security guard that was watching the security cameras. I gave him the impression that he need to change the security tape, he also made sure he would not be able to find a blank one for some time. I then stated talking to the teller. I pushed into her mind made her see me as a middle age man in a nice suit. I gave the impression to all the tellers and every one elce in the bank though I didn’t know if it would work. I then scanned the bank managers mind for the biggest account they held and then I asked her to open an account under a false name and address and made her believe that my id and social insurance card were the person I clamed to be, a mister Jack Doe. I then pulled out a card and told her that I was the cheif accountant of JD holdings limited and showed her a card that I made he believe was an I d that matched the authorized personal on the account. I then instructed her to with draw 10 million dollars from the account and transfer it into and account that I had just set up. I then had her think that she had to all the transfer history for security perouses. I then found the memory of the transfer in her mind, I had no idea if it would work but I had to try, I pushed the memory to the very back of her mind, behind even her earliest memory that she didn’t even consily remember. Then I had her change the date of account activation on my new account to 10 years ago. She then handed him a bank card and an account book and wished him a good day. n elder gentleman with his checking account.
When I got back in his car I was a millionaire, I could help but think how lucky I was that I got struck by lightning. “Were to now mister Archer?”
“Take me to the mall up town.”
“Yes sir”
The car pulled up in front of the mall entrance and I got out. I told the driver to park and wait for me. Then I went into the mall. I didn’t know were to go first. I walked around the mall, going into places and buying things that I had always wanted to. It had been a wile since I had been there. I decided that it was time to finish up so I went to the la senza in the mall. I sent the girl working the counter an image of my mother entering the store, than I started looking at all the different bras and pantys there. The women working the store was around Kats sisters age and she was rather hot. She had a rather nice body, a bit too skinny for his my likening but she had a very pretty face. “Is there anything I can help you find?”
“I’m just browsing around for some new things for myself and my daughter.”
“Well then, what sizes are u looking for?”
I told her and then they started looking around the store. By the time I was done he had chosen eight new pars of panties and bras for both my mother and sister. Then I headed to the next store, a build supply store on the far end of the mall. There I bought a number of things, including nylon rope, pulleys, as well as other things I thought mite come in handy later. I found a rather strong looking jock and made him carry my bags.
Once the bags were loaded into the trunk and I thanked the bag boy I told the driver to drive to the nearest sex shop in town. It only took them a few minutes to get there. When I walked into the store I was aw struck, there were porno movies on racks, lots of porno mags in boxes, assorted sex objects on the walls and they also sold erotic clothing too. The man behind the counter quickly told me to get out of his store, but that soon change as I pushed into his mind. I made the attendant think of me as a 20 year old.
Once that was out of the way I started browsing around the store. There were 3 booths at the back of the store, I didn’t know what they were. I guessed they were change room till he herd a moan come out of one of the booths. I expanded my mind and found that there was a man in the one booth and a women in the center one. She was sucking his cock through a hold cut in the wall between the booths. I also found that the other boot was empty so he decided to have some fun. I went in and closed the door. I pulled down my pants and wiped out my growing cock, I then feed it through the hole but nothing happened. I expanded my mind and made the guy in the other boot remember that he had to be some were elce. The man left and I felt a hand enclose my cock. It started to jack me off. When I was fully hard she started to suck on me,. Her mouth felt so good, she sucked me all the way to the base then started licking up and down my shaft rotating her toung around my head before deep throuting me again. She even sucked on the sides of my cock. She was amazing at giving head and It wasn’t long before I felt my orgasm building, her next deep throated put me over the edge and I came. my cum squirted down her throat, and she kept sucking and swallowing till I was finished.
I walked out of the booth a little shaky from my orgasm and finished what I was doing, I grabbed a number of dildos and vibrators, as well as a few outfits that I though would look so sexy on my sister and mom. I also grabbed a few bondage thing, including wips, paddles, gags and a few blind folds. I then paid for all the stuff and left the store. I got back in the car and had the driver take me to the drug store. There I bought a few packs of sleeping pills. Once I was done I had the driver take me home.
When they pulled in the driveway there was no cars in the driveway so my sister hadn’t come back yet. I had the driver help me carry all my bags into the house then sent him on his way with the memory that he had been at a repair shop for the day. I took all the bags to my room, He then went down to the basement with the bag from the hardware store and started to set up my new fun room for my mom and maybe my sister, I had never been one for bondage but the more I remembered the images of my mother tied up and humiliated it turned me on so much, I imagined Kat in the same position and it turned me on even more. I hung the pulleys off the main rafter and attached some to the floor I also moved the spare bed we had down to the basement and attached metal loops to the head board and the foot board. After an hour the place was all set up and ready for my mom.
Continued in Part 3…

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An encounter with Enoch

Sam has been a stock broker for 25 years and is finally sick of the stress. He quits his job and buys 10 acres of land in Vermont as far from humanity as possible.
After six months or so of almost total isolation, he’s finishing dinner when someone knocks on his door. He opens it and there is a big, bearded and burly Vermonter standing there.
“Name’s Enoch… Your neighbor from two miles over the ridge… Having a party Saturday at 7… Thought you’d like to come.”
“Great,” says Sam, “after six months of this I’m ready to meet some local folks. Thank you.”
As Enoch is leaving he stops, “Gotta warn you there’s gonna be some drinkin’.”
“Not a problem… After 25 years on Wall Street, I can drink with the best of ’em.”
Again, as he starts to leave Enoch stops. “More ‘n’ likely gonna be some fightin’ too.”
“Damn,” Sam thinks… “Tough crowd.” “Well, I get along with people. I’ll be there. Thanks again.”
Once again Enoch turns from the door. “I’ve seen some wild sex at these parties, too.”
“Now that’s not a problem” says Sam, “Remember I’ve been alone for six months! I’ll definitely be there… By the way, what should I wear?”
Enoch stops in the door again and says, “Whatever you want, just gonna be the two of us.”

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My Wild Princes. Pt. 2.

Nandi’s skirt was ripped away. As much as I had tried to get her to wear panties, she never would. So she was now naked, under Aysha’s groping hands. They seemed everywhere, one moment, a breast, then an ass cheek, or back to her head.
Then one disappeared, between their bodies. I saw Nandi’s hips rise, hold for a moment, before lunging down. I knew she now had, one or more fingers inside her pussy.

Rider Chapter 2

As you may remember, I went on a bit of a bender after Rose’s death. It’s been five years, just over, since she disappeared. As I said, I’ve seen a few other women, with always the same outcome – I just couldn’t handle the closeness, the sense of loss for what I once had.
Well, not a lot has happened since I wrote the last story, about a year and a half ago. I’m still in my job – I managed not to get fired, just – and I’m still a regular at the bar. Got a couple of grey hairs now, though, but I’ve managed not to put on any pounds, thank God. Stayed off the rollies too, and feeling much better for it.
This takes place just a few months ago, on the five year anniversary of Rose’s vanishing.
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Right, where was I that night? Easy to answer – the bar. And tonight, I was going to get utterly, utterly hammered. As I discovered, five years doesn’t dull the pain nearly as much as it should.
I’d drunk til closing time, then given John – same old barman! – a few roubles on the side, and he’d returned with a bottle of Vodka. “On the breakages,” he muttered, and I nodded gratefully. It wasn’t the first time.
I sat outside on the step, in the shelter of the doorway to avoid the falling snow. Raising the bottle, toasting the flickering street-light a few yards away, I worked my way round the lump in my throat and whispered, “Here’s to you, Rose, wherever you are. Remember I love you.” And with that, I buried my head in my arms and started to cry.
The purring of an engine did little to rouse me from my stupor, until a voice broke the relative silence to say, “You all right, buddy?” There was the click of a door, and I raised my head to look up. A woman, dressed in cast-off mechanics’ overalls, was standing on the pavement, looking down at me. Hurriedly I wiped my face on my sleeve, stumbling to my feet. “Erh, yeah, I’m ok really. Just a little emotional,” I slurred, not looking at her.
There was no response. Still staring at the ground in shame, I shrugged and looked at my bottle. I was just about to ask her to leave, when she suddenly spoke.
“Pete… Peter?”
I spun round to look at her, neatly depositing myself at her feet as I did so, the slippery snow and the alcohol doing nothing for my composure. She reached down and grabbed my arm, pulling me to my feet. I looked at her, and saw in that worn face someone I knew, someone I loved. “Rose? Is… is that you?” She nodded, and her arms went out to me just as mine went out to her.
We stood, holding each other on the pavement, for long minutes. When she pulled back, she had tears on her cheeks. Without a word, she tugged me to her car, and drove in silence to my flat.
When we reached my flat I groped in my pockets for my key, finally extracting it and sheepishly proffering it to Rose, explaining, “I really doubt I could open this lock anytime soon!” She looked at me for a second, then took the key and opened the door, pulling me through and locking it behind her. I extricated myself from her grasp and stumbled to the bathroom, locking the door and then throwing up, hard, into the toilet. Pulling myself up and staring into the grimy mirror, I shook my head at the state I was in, and splashed some icy water on my face.
Still gasping from the shock of the cold water, I left the bathroom, walking discernibly straighter than before, and found Rose had put some coffee on to boil. I stood beside her at the kitchen counter and took her in my arms. Burying my head in her hair, I took in her scent, remembering it like she’d left only yesterday.
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Over coffee she told me what happened.
“The day I was due to meet you, I got car-jacked, around three hundred miles outside Moscow. It was a young man and his girlfriend. He kept his car, and gave mine to her. I heard later she died in it, but I don’t know anything about that. The guy – he called himself Vladimir – forced me into his car. Turns out that there’s a large Clan – maybe two hundred riders – who’ve taken up residence in what was once a peasant village, that was abandoned and forgotten in the Stalin purges. I don’t think it even has a name. They called it the Enclave.
“Vlad was surprisingly protective of me. The rapes I’d heard of never happened, though there were some close moments. He was pretty good to me, all in all.
“Turned out, though, that I knew just as much about cars as their best guys did, so I got drafted into the mechanics side of their clan. I spent three years working, doing that. Then, one day, a seriously beat up car was recovered by a clan member who subsequently flaked out and shot himself. No-one wanted the car, so I took it.
“It took me a year to do it up, starting from scratch, using parts from other totalled cars. And then, some guy, who didn’t like the fact Vlad wouldn’t let him get his leg over, nicked the fucking thing, and set it alight. A year’s work, lost like that. Vlad killed him for that, though. Sometimes I wonder if he fell in love with me.
“Still, it doesn’t matter. There I was, carless again. For the next ten months, I worked harder than ever, and managed to fix up another wreck. A shite car, but it had wheels.
“And then one night, I just upped and left. It took me a week to find out where I was. Since then, I’ve been on my way to Moscow – got a new car on the way – though it’s not much of an improvement. I’ve been searching for you for three weeks now. When I saw you at the bar tonight, I didn’t honestly think it could possibly be you. But… well, here we are.”
I sat in silence for a while, staring at her shoes. Then, lifting my head, I met her eyes. “I read about Vlad’s girl’s death in the paper – I thought it was you, in fact. Since you left, I’ve not done much with my life. Still the same old job, you know how it is. Met a few women, but… I just couldn’t relate to them. It’s good to see you, Rose.”
She nodded, setting down her coffee cup and taking mine from my hands. The coffee was cold now, anyway. “Well, it’s damn good to see you, Peter. But right now, I’d like to go to bed. I’ve not slept since yesterday night.”
I just nodded and led her to the bedroom, turning off the lights as she undressed and slid between the sheets. I disrobed and climbed in beside her, pulling her soft form to me. She rested her head on my chest, and, the room still trying to spin around me, I fell into sleep.
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When I woke up, the bed was empty. I rolled over and touched the spot where she’d been lying, and found that it was still warm. Sitting up, I cursed long and loud as my hangover kicked in, my head pounding like a jackhammer, right between my temples. The curtains had been drawn, revealing a grey and cloudy day. For a moment I lay in bed, my forearm over my eyes, and thought about last night, running into Rose after all those years.
The bedroom door clicked and swung open as Rose pushed it open with her foot, bearing a tray with a coffee pot and two mugs. She chuckled at me as I cringed as she flicked the lightswitch with her elbow, and I winced as she slammed the door with her foot. “Hungover much, then?” she inquired with a raised eyebrow. I could only nod.
She set the tray down on the bedside cabinet and sat on the bed. It finally dawned on me that she was dressed, and dressed in clothes she wasn’t wearing yesterday. Black T-shirt, black jeans, and faded motorcycle boots. “Did you go out?” I enquired, sitting up and pouring myself a mug of coffee. It steamed in the cold of my bedroom – the damn boiler was broken again, and I’d not got around to getting it fixed.
“Yeah,” she said. “You were spark out, so I thought I’d head off to – to where I’ve left the car, and get some things. I figured you wouldn’t wake up.” I nodded wryly, and drank great gulps of the coffee. “What time is it?” I asked. She checked her watch and told me it was just after nine. I cursed again, and struggled out of bed – spilling my bloody coffee on the way, too. “Shit, I’m late for fucking work. The boss’ll kill me!” She laughed at me, shaking her head, and pointed out that it was a Saturday. I looked at her, shaking my head at my own stupidity, and started to laugh. She laughed with me, and, as the laughter faded out, we sat there and looked at each other.
I studied her face. She was older than when I met her first, that was plain to see. Lines that hadn’t been there before were now etched, like great sorrows, into her face. Years of working in the wastelands of Russia, repairing cars, had ground in fine lines of oil that showed up like deep shadows on her face. She seemed almost hardened. But when she smiled, the years fell off, and it was like she was in that bar again, asking me for a seat.
That day was a little surreal. I go dressed and we went out. We walked for an hour or so, deep into the Moscow backstreets, down alleys that I didn’t even know existed. Finally, we came to a parking lot. There, at the end, was her car. It was nothing like the gleaming, sensual piece of engineering that she’d had when I met her. This, too, was black, but it was battered. Dents had been sprung out, but you could still see where they’d been. The wheel arches were muddy and smeared with dirty snow, and the windscreens were grey/brown sheets, punctuated with the clear glass where the wipers had done their work. It looked like a workhorse, rough but effective.
“Yeah, it does the fucking job, at least,” she quipped as she saw me study it. “We’ll take it back to yours – it’ll be a little safer than leaving it here, at least. Hop in.”
I got in, and she pulled off with the slightest of screeches. Cutting down a couple of overgrown alleys, she pulled out onto the main road to my flat, deftly inserting herself between two taxis that seemed, to me, to be almost nose to bumper. Nonetheless, she found the space somehow.
Pulling up by my flat, she pulled a dufflebag out of the boot, hefting it over her shoulder. We climbed the stairs to my apartment, let ourselves in, and she made lunch while I took a much needed shower. As I returned to the kitchen, she was rummaging through the dufflebag. I had a quick look in over her shoulder, and noticed the flash of banknotes. “Got some cash there, then? It’s ok, you don’t need to pay rent!” I quipped. “It’s not rent money – it’s all my money. Just before I found you I was planning on going South again, so I withdrew all my savings. 35 million roubles here.”
My eyebrows rose in shock as I calculated. “That’s nearly 3/4 of a million! Where the hell did you get that?!” She merely raised an eyebrow and bit into her sandwich. I sensed the discussion was closed.
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Life slipped into an easy rhythm in the next few days. I got up for work each day, she made me coffee. We left at the same time, she’d drop me off at work, and then drive off. Sometimes she wouldn’t return until late, 10 or 11 at night. She seldom spoke, and I seldom broke the silence. It wasn’t an uneasy one, mind. There just wasn’t much that either of us had to say. She was solitary, and I wasn’t exactly Mr Party either, so it suited us.
Often she’d come in late, and, without a word, crouch in front of me as I sat on the sofa and kiss me passionately, before pulling me into the bedroom. She’d climb on me and ride me without a sound, barely a shadow in the dark, collapsing on my chest as she came, before pulling me on top of her, clutching my shoulders as I emptied myself into her.
Sometimes she wept afterwards, silently, but I felt her tears on my shoulder. I didn’t ask, and she didn’t tell me.
Months passed. Rose got a new car, gleaming and black, just like the old one. She spent many hours underneath it and inside the bonnet, tweaking it just right.
My parents died. They were rich, and, though I’d not spoken to them in years, they left me all their assets. I was their only son. Suddenly I was rich, and I didn’t know what to do with the money. I spoke to Rose about it, and she told me that I should do what my heart wanted. And with those words I did know what I wanted. As we sat in the kitchen on Saturday morning, naked, I said to her, “I want to do what you do. Between us, we have the money to never have to work again. We can be nomadic, like you used to be.”
She looked at me, hard. “This isn’t a decision you make on a whim, Peter. There’s no romance in this life. You have to love it to stick with it. It’s hard. It’s alienating. Still… it’d be great to have you with me.” And with that, she broke out into a smile. “C’mon, if you’re serious, let’s go. We’ll pick you up a car on the way. And, for God’s sake, some proper clothes!”
I grinned, like a little boy. For the first time, I felt free. We dressed quickly, me in jeans, jumper and desert boots, her in the black top, jeans and boots that I associated with her and Riding. She packed her dufflebag with the efficiency of someone who’s done it many times. “Take what you must, if anything. You don’t need clothes. But grab a bag for your cash – there’s no ATMs where we’re going.” I could only nod, hoping to hell that I was still in control.
We got into her car and roared off. I felt exhilarated and breathless. Stopping at my bank, I went inside with my dufflebag and requested the attention of the manager. I explained to him that I wished to withdraw all the money in my current and saving accounts and close them both. He seemed a little surprised, but complied without much persuasion. 117 million roubles, it came to, all told. 2.4 million, in Sterling. Like I said, my folks were rich.
Back in Rose’s car, we took off towards a car dealer. With money to spend, I could barely contain myself from buying the fastest thing they had, but Rose cautioned me. “You’ve got to eat, sleep in this thing. You’ve got to be able to drive for 30 hours without getting cramps. Don’t be a fool.” Taking her advice, I prowled around the cars in the lot, looking for the one. And, near the back, I found it. Midnight blue, a long swept bonnet and tapering tail, the engine roared like a velvet lion. The instant I slid into the seat, I knew for sure. It seemed to mould itself around me, like it had been built for me.
I bought it. The next few hours passed in something of a blur, as Rose played with the engine, making a few critical noises – but as many pleased ones, as well – installed some radio gear in the cars that I was certain I’d never figure out how to use, before stepping out, leaving the door wide open, with the words, “Enjoy. She should serve you well.” I slid in and gunned the engine, slipping out the dealership on Rose’s tail. Stopping only to pick up provisions for my car, along with maps, and a handgun and knife for my protection – even I knew that bears weren’t the worst things out there.
We stopped at the first motel on the East highway out of Moscow, and killed time until evening, playing pool – badly – and musing in silence over a pint or two. At last night began to fall. Rose got out the maps, and pointed to Tomsk. “That’s where we’re going this time. I’ve an – an old friend over there, who I’ve not seen in a little too long. It’s over 2000 miles, so we’re better get started. All being well, it’ll take us about 2, maybe 3 nights driving.” With a quick kiss to my forehead, she got into her car.
I shook myself out of my slight daze and followed suit. She gunned her car down the highway, and I followed, leaning back in the seat as my speed reached 100mph. I had a slight nagging disquiet in my mind – her tone of voice when she mentioned her friend had unsettled me. Shrugging it off, I got comfortable for the long drive to Tomsk.

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Christina’s Kitchen Exploit Episode III: Jill’s Involvement

I stood in the shower thinking about what I could do. Was there really anyway I could trick Jill to let me fuck her? After 2 weeks I still hadn’t come up with an answer. Of course my sister being naked all the time distracted me a lot. One day I told her to buy a dildo, and she did. So whenever I was to busy to have sex with her, I simply told her to masturbate in front of me with the dildo. But anyways, after a month I was at school I heard the most interesting thing. It made me think that maybe fate was on my side.
“Hey Jill, what’s up?” I asked Jill as she was standing by her locker.
She turned around and answered with a questionable look “Oh, heeey…uhh”
“Zack.” I replid with a hint of anger.
“Yeah, sorry”
“So, I heard that your father just got arrested for trying to cheat his taxes. Crazy things, right? So how are you doing?”
“You know, fine I guess. My family is just running low on money, that’s it.”
“You know I could help with that. Come here.”
I took her to the corner of the hallway and whispered into her ear.
“I’ll pay you $500 to let me fuck you.”
She laughed, but didn’t really seem to smile “Haha, yeah okay.”
“I’m serious” I said.
“Fine. Let me see the $500.
I took out the money and showed it to her. I had gathered a bunch of money doing odd jobs such as mowing lawns, shoveling snow and etc. I was going to buy the Samsung Galaxy S3 with the money, but I figured I’ll invest a little first. Come back with $500 and interest.
“Okay, fine. Just don’t tell anyone. No one can know about this, otherwise the deal if off, got it?” she said. As I would tell anyone that I basically just hired a very expensive hooker.
“Yeah, of course. Come with me to my house tomorrow after school.”
“Fine.” She replied in a whisper.
After school that day I started preparing my real plan. I hooked up a camera in my room. My god I was going to love this so much. My sister got home a few minutes after I had finished installing the camera.
“Hey, Christina?”
“Yes…”
“Go to your friend’s house tomorrow after school. Tell mom and dad you have some project to do, or some shit like that. I don’t care. I don’t want to see your ass tomorrow until 6:00, got it?
“Okay!” She answered with some joy on her face.
The next day I couldn’t wait until the final bell rang. After what felt like centuries the final bell finally rang, and Jill came up to me.
“Okay, let’s do this quickly. The faster this is done, the faster I can forget about it.” She sounded really disappointed in herself.
I took her to my house, and upstairs and into my room. She started by taking off her green dress, and underneath it was a white bra and black panties. I sort of expected more from someone so hot. She then took off her bra and panties.
“You got a condom, right?” She asked.
“No, I figured I could go without one.” I answered.
“Hahahahaha, are you a fucking idiot or what? You trying to get me pregnant? Put on a condom, asshole.”
Wow. I had never heard her swear. This bitch was going to get what she deserved. I had thrown off my clothes long ago, and I ripped open the packet for the condom. I put on the condom and went up ahead to go kiss her. She slapped me.
“Hey, the deal was you can have sex with me. You don’t gotta kiss me to have sex with me.”
She was really starting to piss me off now.
She got on all fours on my bed and I took my hard dick and put it in her. I started pushing in and out as fast and hard as I could.
“Oohhhh aahhh Zack! You aren’t half bad! Ahhhh uggggghhhhhh!” She moaned.
I kept on fucking her until I finally had to cum. That sex was pretty good, I swear she was doing more work then I was.
“Not bad, now pay up.”
I gave her the $500. I was planning to get the money back, I just needed some time to prepare a little video of her. She then put on her clothes and left. That’s right, she didn’t clean up or anything, just threw on her clothes and left. Now that was hot. Later that night when everyone had fallen asleep I got to work. Just like Christina’s videos I hid them in all the same places. Except of course I didn’t put one in the Twilight cover. The next day during lunch I went up to her while she was talking to her boyfriend Terrick
“Hey Jill, can I talk to you about the Physics project?”
“Yeah…uh sure. Terrick can we do this later?”
Terrick left giving me what seemed like the death stare.
“What do you want?” She asked somewhat angered.
“I want my $500 back.” I answered with a smirk.
“HAHA! Why exactly would I give you your money back?”
“Well, it’s either that or everyone find’s out how me and you fucked.” I said with a smile.
She just laughed. “Yeah, sure. You are basically the loser of the school, no one will fucking believe you. So how about you and your tiny dick just get outta here.”
“Okay, if you say so. You might want to watch this video though. It’s a great movie.”
She just stared at the CD with a blank looking expression. I laughed while I walked away, leaving her even more confused. I got home after school that day, and found that my sister wasn’t there. She was definitely going to get punished for that. But, I thought of an even better idea. The next day at lunch I was standing by my locker when Jill came up to me.
“What the fuck is this?” She asked in a whisper holding up the CD I gave her.
“Oh, it’s a video. You know, of us.”
“You know I could have you arrested for this?
“Yeah, but in this video you actually admitted to the fact that I was paying you to do it, basically prostitution, yeah? Sure, I would go to jail for a longer time, but nonetheless you would probably spend a little time too, as well as your reputation would be ruined. No girl would hang out with you, and no guy would go out with you.
“Here’s your fucking $500 back. Now, give me all the copies.” She said in anger.
“What copies” I replied with a smirk.
“Do you think I’m stupid? Give me all the copies!”
I smiled, and whispered into her ear “How about you shut the fuck up. Right at this moment, I control your life. You don’t tell me what to do, I tell you what to do, and when I do, you better fucking listen.”
I usually wasn’t this evil, but she was treating me like I was her bitch. Of course though, it was the other way around. She was my little bitch.
“Now, we have half an hour until the bell rings, so you and me are going to have some fun in the school washroom. And guess what? We are going to have fun without a condom.”
She just looked at me with fear on her face. I started leading her into the boy’s washroom.
“What if someone is in there?” She questioned.
“Well, why don’t you go and check? And don’t lie to me, because if I go to check and there is no one there, you will be punished.”
She checked both sides of the hallway and then entered the washroom. I just stood outside waiting for a few minutes before she called at me.
I heard her whisper “You can come in.”
I entered the washroom and saw Jill standing by the stall, waiting.
“Well? Hurry up so that I can go.”
“Do you already forget the whole control speech I just gave you?”
“Sorry.”
“Now, get inside the big stall in the corner.”
We both entered the big stall in the corner of the room. It was cleaner then I expected, which of course was a good thing. I proceeded to pull down my pants and underwear. She immediately put her mouth on my dick and started riding it with her mouth.
“Ohh yeaaah. You’re really good!” I said with great pleasure.
“Whatever.” She said it like she didn’t care, but I swear I thought I saw a smile.
She started bobbing her face back and forth, and then she took her mouth off my dick and started licking my balls. She was much better than Christina. She licked the bottom of my balls and worked her way up.
“Yeaah, that’s it! Keep going Jill! I know that you love to suck cock!”
She put her nice, amazing lips back on my dick and started to move her head back and forth.
“Ugghhh, I”M CUMMING!” I yelled with great joy.
She took my dick out of her mouth and aimed for the toilet.
“No, fuck that. IN YOUR MOUTH!” I shouted.
With great fear she immediately took the dick back into her mouth and started licking off all the cum.
“Not bad for your first day on your job.” I whispered.
The bell rang and she ran for the washroom door. I just laughed. After school that day my sister came home half an hour after me.
“Why weren’t you home after school yesterday?” I asked.
“Uh, I had to work on a project. It was really important, I’m sorry. Won’t happen again!” she replied quietly.
“Next day you got to do something, you tell me first. Now, there is someone I want you to meet.”
Jill came walking out the living room.

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