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A New Day, A New Us part 5

Kori staying the night with me wasn’t even debated by anyone; she didn’t feel comfortable leaving me for my sake. It’s an interesting sleeping arrangement with Kori in pain and me not able to touch her without hurting her which left me in the awkward position of being in bed with her but not being able to hold her. I get to sleep at some point and wake up Saturday morning with Kori wrapped around me for a change keeping me on the bed. The majority of the day is me wanting to run out and bring hell with me but Kori keeps me grounded at my house and playing nurse to her requests for most of the day. Her parents give me a reprieve from duties and I get to chat with Liz as a distraction and find out that all communications from her about what happened have gone dark. Apparently Kori spoke with Katy at one point and wanted everything kept quiet.
It’s Saturday evening with Kori and I just talking about nonsense when my Dad decides to drop in with his thoughts on what to do about the Moralists.
“Okay you two, you’ve been resting against Guy’s need to go beat up someone so let me explain how to get into the heads of these little shits,” Dad starts in.
We sit quietly as he lays the whole thing out for how everything can go down, Kori doesn’t like the idea of fear until Dad explains a ‘family/pack’ mentality. We go over all the bases and Dad lets me in on the most difficult part of the whole thing for me, letting other’s do the work.
“Okay I’m not good with this,” I say with a little anger,” You don’t want me to go on the offense at all, I have to trust a giant teddy bear and Jun to wage a freaking war.”
“Boy everyone has learned that you can break most people your age in a fight. You need to make them fear everyone near you, you let the alternative message that you’re bringing be heard,” Dad explains trying to placate me,” Heather recruited by playing on people’s fear of being different, you give them freedom and they’ll flock.”
I don’t fully understand what he’s trying to sell me on but it’s sounding more like a screwed up plan but Kori seems to be interested and I let the two of them discuss some of the how’s and when’s as I sit and watch them plot, after Dad leaves I try to speak with Kori about Dad’s ideas.
“Baby I want them bad but this seems a little too goofy, I just let everyone else go out and attack but I stay back and do nothing,” I say frustrated.
“No honey, we get them to finally attack you then you tear them up. But everyone in this group needs to pull weight,” Kori says calming me down.
“Well if this is what you want then I’ll do it but baby it’ll be much simpler just to let me do what I seem to do best and go all out on revenge,” I say sitting down with her on the bed.
“Yeah well when you do that I seem to only see the effects after it happens and I want to see the fear and watch them run,” Kori tells me with a little bitterness in her voice.
While it occurred to me that she might want to get somewhat involved everything has been about me in the past up until now with Heather deciding to isolate me from my friends. Now it’s Kori who had to deal with the attack and where I would want blood in her place she wants something different. I relent with her request with the planning but I come back to one problem, Ben.
“Where was Ben,” I finally ask,” Ben didn’t show up to group and you said you were with him so where the fuck was he when you got dragged off?”
“I don’t know where he was but it’ll take me about a minute to find out tomorrow,” Kori says with a little grim determination,” We’re calling everyone together at the stone field, nobody is talking about what happened and as far as anyone knows you and I have been quiet for a day.”
I try to sleep that night but I’m not relaxing at all and having my girl next to me but I can’t really touch her is straining me more than I can deal with. I don’t know when I fell asleep but I wake up alone and after stumbling out of my bedroom find the rest of the family along with Mary and Carl sitting around eating breakfast.
“Hey sleepy, it’s almost noon,” Katy says trying to cheer me up.
“Yay, I wasted time sleeping,” I mock happiness as I get some food.
“He’s not a cheerful person in the morning,” Mary says trying lighten my mood.
“Boy has a mindset for something else honey,” Carl says explaining my sour mood.
I get fed and find that while I slept Katy and Kori got messages sent out to everyone including Ben to meet at the stone field. Everyone responded that they would be there and apparently my sleepy ass has kept us from getting there first. I throw on clothes from yesterday and my coat before leading the way on my bike with Kori and Katy following in the car. Arriving at the field is an interesting thing for me considering all that has happened here the past year and few days. Everyone is assembled and expectant as I get off my bike while Kori and Katy sit in the car and wait while I address everyone.
“I know that we’ve been pushing the ‘moral’ majority around a bit and it’s been fun up until Friday. Something happened and I’ve decided that I’m done playing games with these shit bags,” I start in getting nods,” Now while most everyone here has been down this road with me save for a few of you we have a problem, I don’t think anyone here has the stomach to do what comes next.”
“What the fuck are you talking about,” Natsuko asks a little shocked.
“We do what you need us to do so that you can get a hold of people involved and beat the shit out of them,” Jun adds trying to justify his position.
“No you all need to fucking step the hell up and do some damage for a change,” I say loud enough to quiet the back talk,” Every time something happens you all look to me well with this it’s going to be I point you smash.”
“I’m not much of a fighter Guy,” Devin says a little sheepishly.
“Bullshit Devin, you are a fucking giant. You don’t flock to me because I stood up once and made enough noise that people backed off. You stay because we’re a family of fucking monsters,” I raise my voice on the last word,” They may see me but they run from us and now it’s time you all follow my lead.”
“He’s right, we’ve made him our crutch,” Katy says getting out of the car,” the way things stand either you are with this family to the end or you’re out. That doesn’t mean you come back when it’s over either. Personally I’m in after Friday.”
“What happened Friday,” Ben asks confused.
“Ah Benny boy, I was wondering when you’d chime in,” I say going from angry motivational to sinister,” where the hell were you during final class?”
“I was at the glee club with Kori, I got distracted and when I looked for her she was gone,” Ben says matter of factly.
“Ben I saw you leave then a couple of guys came and told me that you were being backed into a corner and when I got to the parking lot to find you, you weren’t there,” Kori says stepping in front of me,” Now why did you leave me to Heather’s people?”
“I didn’t, I was talking to a girl and she wanted to talk in private,” Ben says on the defense,” we chatted and when I came back to the club you were gone.”
“So some random girl comes around and you just walk off and then conveniently Kori gets dragged out here by five guys and stripped down to her panties before they take belts to her back, legs and stomach,” I say covering the distance between Ben and I.
Everyone in the group freezes at my words and all eyes are on Kori who lifts up the front of her shirt to show her bandages. Ben’s eyes are all I’m watching as the shock sets in, I can see he didn’t know anything but that doesn’t stop Devin who goes from shock to a giant’s rage in less time than it takes to blink. Everyone in the field turns from Kori as Devin grabs Ben by the throat and starts to choke the life out of him. I let it go until Kori starts trying to call off Devin.
“Devin stand the fuck down,” I yell getting silence and causing Devin to slowly let go of Ben’s neck.
“Geez he was gonna kill me,” Ben says holding his neck.
“He was Ben, but Guy wouldn’t have. He would have made you suffer for it,” Kori says stepping in between Ben and me.
“I didn’t know they took you or anything like that,” Ben says desperately.
“We know that now Ben, but you failed the family,” I say getting everyone’s attention,” that means if you stay then you have to bring first blood.”
I see the decision being made and with a nod from Ben I smile and turn back gathering the group closer together and explaining what people at school will need to see when they look at us. Everyone in the group is more in the mindset for revenge than I could have hoped but its Devin who stops me as we break up the gathering to talk.
“I think I like a girl at school,” Devin says a little embarrassed.
“Dude that’s great but we can handle you and her after we deal with Heather’s friends,” I tell him starting to walk away.
“That’s my problem she’s in their group,” Devin says freezing me in my tracks.
“You find a girl you like but she’s on the other side, sorry man but I’m not sparing anyone,” I say readdressing Devin.
“Please man, can you try to win her over,” Devin asks with a pleading look on his face.
I shrug my shoulders and head back to my bike and watch everyone else clear out before I follow Katy and Kori out on my bike. I follow the car back to Kori’s house and give her a kiss goodbye before Katy and I head back towards home. We pull up to see Greg’s car leaving and Liz shutting the front door to the house. Katy shrugs at me and we both head inside, Mom and Dad aren’t home. Apparently both of them needed a day to let some stress out with the chaos that happened on Friday and the picking up of pieces on Saturday I honestly can’t blame them. I get into my room and don’t even close the door as Katy slides in after me and sprawls out on my bed, I sit down in my computer chair and watch as she kicks her boots off and relaxes. Katy has a long sleeve shirt with a black veil brides t-shirt over it and beat up shorts with tights on under those.
“Kori is really upset about not being able to have sex with you,” Katy says lounging.
“Yeah well it sucks for me too, I really want to let my girl know that nothing can keep me from her but I have bruising and bandages that prove me wrong,” I reply with a little frustration.
A knock on my door gets both of us to pause as Liz enters the room looking more frustrated than usual. I can see that Liz has changed out of her ‘church’ clothes and into a tight pink t-shirt and black yoga pants. Katy and I watch as she goes into a full on rant about her day.
“Well it’s official that if you have a boyfriend who goes to church they are fucking retarded,” Liz fires off with more venom than I’ve seen from her in a while,” I head over to his place to see him after fucking church and he decides that I need to reevaluate our relationship.”
“Okay Liz, something you want to talk about,” I ask glancing from her to Katy with some curiosity.
“We’re alone at his place and I ask him about us having sex, he says no and I try to leave. Finally after half an hour of talking I get his pants off and he won’t let me give him a blowjob, I get condom on him and we actually have sex,” Liz says continuing her rant,” we get done and he can’t look at me for five minutes then he tells me that we shouldn’t have done that and that it should have been something special and we wasted it. I get mad and tell him that it’s the person that’s special not the moment and he goes into this speech about how my friends are a bad influence and that I should disown my family because they aren’t using good moral values to raise me. The last straw was Kori, I asked about her without saying what happened and he told me that she dresses like a whore and that she will probably get raped if she’s not careful.”
The whole rant I’m trying to remain calm but now I want to kill Greg and use his blood to paint my room. Katy is up off my bed and coaxes Liz into calming down while giving her a hug. The whole venting process has Liz emotionally exhausted as they sit down on the bed.
“Worst part is during the half hour before we had sex I used my laptop to record the conversation just in case we had sex so I had proof he wasn’t a bad guy to you,” Liz says a little embarrassed.
“You recorded Greg losing his virginity to you,” I ask perking up a bit.
“Trust me it’s not worth watching, whole thing lasts maybe three minutes,” Liz says quietly.
Katy bounces up from the bed and rushes off to Liz’s room and quickly comes back with the laptop and starts trying to find the video. I take the laptop and put in on my desk and start to pull it up before stopping and turning my attention to Liz. Her whole expression is one of embarrassment with the situation and I move from my chair and get on my knees in front of her on the floor.
“I love you, you are a good sister and friend to Kori,” I tell Liz getting her mind off the video,” I want this video for later and would like to watch it now but I have to ask you for one thing. Are you and Greg done?”
I let her think about it for a few moments before Liz nods her head and smiles at me weakly. I move back to my chair and load up the video file and play it right there. It takes a while being a forty minute video with most of the beginning being her and Greg talking, we skip it until I get to a scene where Liz is naked and laying on her back with Greg trying to line up with her pussy. The whole thing is the most awkward sex I’ve ever seen with Greg even asking if that was the right hole and once he’s inside it gets worse. He doesn’t slide in and out to get a feel of it he just lays there not kissing or even making eye contact with her, he just lays there and Liz finally has to start moving her hips against his like she’s milking him. About two minutes into Liz’s milking fest Greg goes rigid and starts making these high pitched whimpering noises as he cums inside the condom. Liz is calm and talking to him sweetly and after a few moments he pulls out and while I don’t see him till he’s been dressed again I stop the video and Katy and I just stare at each other before turning our attention to Liz who seems a little put off at our quiet reactions to it.
“Well I can honestly say that there are now people in the world who don’t know how to have sex,” Katy says getting all three of us to laugh.
I’m still in my chair chuckling when I hear the girls stop and opening my eyes I see Katy’s mouth locked onto Liz’s mouth and Liz wearing a wide eyed expression. I drop my coat off my shoulders and onto the chair and move to the floor next to the girls. Katy breaks the kiss on Liz and before Liz can react I move in and take her face in my hands and kiss her hard. Liz starts to kiss me back after a minute and with little effort Katy and I get her up onto my bed, I keep kissing her while Katy strips the both of them down till I have two naked girls on my bed. I pull back to strip and watch as Katy feeds Liz one of her breasts, it takes Liz a second to adjust with her head on the pillow but after a few moments I see Katy’s eyes close as she enjoys Liz’s mouth. I get all the way stripped down and am half hard when I nudge Katy to get her attention, Katy looks and smiles before taking her tit from Liz’s mouth. Katy takes her time slowly kissing down Liz’s body and finally gets to her legs spread; Liz has only been trimming and Katy wastes no time diving in tongue first. Liz is going frantic and doesn’t really notice that I’ve moved up have myself over her head and my near eight inch cock dangling in her face. I bump her with the head and watch her eyes open and like a hungry animal Liz grabs my ass with her hands and pulls my cock into her warm mouth. I can feel Liz moaning as she forces most of me into her face and while I didn’t plan on rough sex today I’m definitely not opposed to it.
I lower my hips closer to Liz’s face and enjoy myself as she works at fucking her face with my cock. I can feel her moaning as Katy eats her out and the vibrations along with her trying to force more of my member in her mouth has me hard and I’m done with foreplay. I pull my cock from Liz’s face and watch a drool trail between her lips and my cock fall on her chest as I move down to the foot of the bed. My bed isn’t long enough for both girls to lay length wise on it and it shows with Katy’s ass and legs hanging off the bed. I move behind her and start squeezing her meaty ass cheeks with my hands. I watch Katy pause as I line my cock head up with her asshole, a light push and I press my way into Katy’s asshole. I reach the base of my cock and back up to the head before slamming deep and hard. Katy’s ass is tight and she clenches a little every time I push all the way in. Katy moans into Liz’s pussy and Liz is biting her bottom lip while holding a handful of Katy’s hair. The scene before me is hot and I forgo any politeness with Katy’s ass and pound away hard. It’s not long into the assfucking that Katy stops licking Liz at all and is just moaning through me hammering her ass. I slap Katy’s ass getting a yelp and watch as Liz crawls over straddling Katy’s back and slaps the opposite cheek getting another yelp from Katy. With Liz pinning Katy down and me hammering her ass Katy gets quiet and locks up before grunting out an orgasm. I bury my cock in her ass and let her ride it out till she’s relaxed enough and pull out, Liz gets off Katy’s back and backs up to the head of my bed spreading her legs wide.
“Can I get some real loving today big bro,” Liz asks coyly.
“I’m gonna have to resize you for sex again aren’t I,” I ask crawling up Liz’s body.
As I make my way up Liz I start leaving kisses starting at her calf on the left leg and trail them past her midriff and start to suckle on her b cup breast. We’ve only had sex a handful of times and all those were about a year ago, before Greg. I can feel my cock lightly bumping against her warm folds and Liz decides to surprise me by hiking her right leg up and with some maneuvering puts it over my shoulder. I forget that she dances considering she never wants me to show up to her performances and she had cut back on them when she started dating Greg. All these thoughts keep distracting me when I feel Liz’s hand take hold of my cock and start pulling me into her. It’s tighter than anything I’ve had in a long time and I grunt and press forward forcing myself into Liz. Both of us grunt with pleasure and a little pain, I look down at Liz and see her face contorted in pain and pleasure. I hold myself inside her trying to let her adjust to my size but my lack of movement.
“Would you please not make me do all the work myself again,” Liz says with a little frustration.
I smile a little at her bravery and back up half way before sliding gently back inside her. I keeps a slow methodical pace feeling Liz’s pussy get wetter and wetter as I work her over. The pace feels slow but after two days of no love with Kori I’m ready to burst. I feel something pushing between us and see Katy move her hand onto Liz’s clit and start rubbing with the pace of my thrusts.
“Oh Jesus this is how you get fucked after church,” Liz blurts out.
I start moving harder and fast in and out of my step sister, Liz has coated my cock in her juices and I start to feel my own orgasm build and I know I’m not gonna last long if Liz doesn’t cum herself and soon. Katy reads me pretty well and as much as I like having Liz’s limbs wrapped around me Katy backs me off and out of Liz. I get on my knees and watch as both girls start jerking me and playing with my balls trying to force my orgasm out, I look down and see both girl’s faces wanting and expecting. It’s more than I can take and Liz is the first one to receive a blast from me as my orgasm has me in a rush. I close my eyes and let the two of them coax the rest out. I come back to my senses to see I got both in the face more because of aiming by Katy than luck and as I back off my bed and pull on a pair of underwear both girls giggle and joke about what it looks like on each other before they start to clean up and get dressed.
Our parents get home at in the early evening and find that while the girls have been relaxing and talking I’ve been in my room since my threesome brooding. Mom pokes her head in to tell me dinner is ready but I’m not hungry. I let the evening pass me by and decide on bed at about ten when I get a weird idea and turn my computer on. I get onto Facebook and pull up my account and go to the school’s page, I think about how to word what I want to say but simply write ‘We’re coming’.
Monday morning I’m up before everyone else getting dressed in beat up cargo pants and a plain black t-shirt. I rouse Katy awake and point out the clothing I grabbed for her. A long sleeve shirt with a plain red t-shirt over it and some baggy jeans, it’s the fingered gloves that get her attention. They’re the same ones that we train with in the gym. I start to head out with Katy and get stopped by Elizabeth, dressed much like Katy and I are. Dad doesn’t say a word and Mom looks at us with a little sadness as we head out to school. We arrive at the school’s lot and the rest of the crew is there except for Kori and Ben. I don’t wait for them as I lead the girls from our vehicles to Devin’s truck where the rest of the crew is gathered. All of us are hooded and the crew is quiet before me as I lead them into school and class. The first half of the day is quiet save for whispering around me about what happened to Kori and another student last Friday, someone was talking about it and like everything else it spread like wildfire with rumors as to how bad it was. People watch me for signs that I will snap and lash out and when I catch them looking out of the corner of my eye I smile big enough that they can see me.
During lunch I arrive at the cafeteria and the whole family is gathered around the table sitting. I approach and once at the table all stand up and I lead them out of the cafeteria amidst the whispers of students and to the baseball field. I climb the bleachers and take a seat at the top with my feet dangling off the side while the rest of my ‘family’ stands in front of me looking up and waiting. I almost start to talk to them as I would normally when I see a few of the punk crew and Hideo from Jun’s friends heading towards us; I bow my head and wait for them to get close.
“Family, we have people here who want to believe,” I say in a happy tone,” See them know their faces.”
My whole ‘family’ turns and stares at the few other students who followed out of either curiosity or for protection. I notice Vicki from the punks moving forward cautiously when Devin steps forward and stops her.
“Brother, this one wishes to believe. More than these first few she approaches with her fear but also with her will,” I tell Devin from my perch.
Devin steps back and motions Vicki to move forward and after a moment of hesitation she continues and looks up at me with confusion.
“There is a question in your mind that I will answer for you,” I say to her keeping my tone overly happy and friendly,” What happened to us, what changed? Let me tell you that we’re just being what we were all this time and you never saw it.”
“That makes no sense,” Vicki says confused.
“This is the mystery of me, open to the world’s interpretation,” I reply smiling down at her,” Tell the one you let hold the leash that I will come for him today.”
“You’re going after Johnny,” Vicki asks backing up.
“Yes, we’re going after everyone,” I say before dropping down off the bleachers,” Tell them we’re coming.”
I get up to Vicki and take her face in my hands, she’s scared and I must look like a maniac as I smile at her. I look to the rest of the people gathered and smile before walking back into the school with my family following quietly. The rest of the day goes by quiet and fast as we get into homeroom and see Coach Campbell talking with some of his team before noticing me, I get waved into his office off the court and once inside he closes the door after me and sits at his desk.
“What are you doing running around scaring students,” Coach asks a visibly upset.
“Coach I’m just bringing in people to hear my word, when they come for me then I’ll get you something better than names,” I tell him,” I’ll give you what you really want sir, revenge for your girl.”
“Not at school, you keep it off campus as much as possible but you better deliver,” Coach says sternly,” And I’m having my kids run with you as much as possible so nothing happens to them without someone to watch their backs.”
“Tracy yes but your boy will have to be seen as one who knows,” I reply cryptically before exiting the office.
We sit in silence in the Gym and school lets out on time as always. We head to the vehicles only to find a group of ‘moralists’ standing around my bike lead by pretty boy Kyle. I stop and motion to the ‘family’ to fan out and we walk up as a line to the near twenty ‘moralists’. Kyle tells his friends to stay back steps out of his group towards me.
“We need to talk about all this fighting, both sides have been hurt and it would be better if we all just made peace and went about making this place better together,” Kyle says with a little arrogance.
I can see some of the punks taking notice and more than a few nerds are starting to gather on the fringes. I let Kyle see my smiling face before I start to speak to my ‘family’ and the small gathering of people.
“The snake never cared about the feelings of the mouse until the mice realized they outnumbered the snake,” I say loudly,” you talk of peace but you chose something different. You chose be brought down by ones who are not anything like you.”
“What are you talking about? The people who follow you are going to get hurt if you go against this,” Kyle continues from his position of authority.
“I have no followers, only brothers and sisters in the name of cause,” I reply before getting louder,” Like a fool this one thinks that we fear pain, Brother Devin, Hit me.”
I turn to Devin who pauses for a second and takes me by the coat collar with one hand and slams his fist into my cheek hard. People are gasping and whispering but Devin has a hold of me and I get my full balance again and start laughing.
“You think pain is something we run from, we enjoy pain. You talk about pain but you cannot hurt us, now is the time to get your affairs in order Kyle,” I say with blood in my mouth,” Because this is your choosing, we are upright and we know that we were chosen.”
I watch as Kyle backs away from me slowly and his friends disperse amid whispers and talk about how I’ve lost my mind. Everyone gets into their vehicles except for Devin and me. I look at Devin and before he gets in his vehicle speak to him.
“Brother you are a monster today, but you are in a family of monsters and we will take care of you,” I tell Devin smiling.
“Yes brother, the one who wants to believe is waiting on you,” Devin says pointing behind me to Vicki who is at my bike.
I let Devin leave and take Jun, Natsuko and Lilly home before addressing Vicki. I can see she still has some fear but something else is driving her right now.
“I will go with you to see Johnny,” Vicki says trying to get on my bike.
“You do not believe and you certainly don’t know,” I say stopping her,” I solved the question in your mind that you couldn’t even find words for. Now you want to believe but to do so you need to see?”
Vicki nods her head lightly and I stick a finger in my mouth and get some blood on it before holding it up in her face.
“Did you see this,” I ask getting another nod,” Then you saw but don’t believe. We are more than them, worse than them because we do not have their illusions and labels. We are things that they will never understand because of the lies they were raised with. If you wish to believe then you must find the lies they pulled over your eyes and see what you are in the event to come.”
I can see Vicki is confused and I am a little myself but cryptic and charismatic has people talking and that’s the start of it. I hand her the spare helmet and once we’re both on my bike we head out to Johnny’s home/compound. My arrival so many times in the past two weeks cause my arrival today to be less dramatic but as I show up Johnny still makes his way out to greet me.
“Hey Guy, you coming around here so much I’m beginning to think I need to get you a place to sleep,” Johnny says being funny.
“Brother I need you,” I say throwing him off with the ‘brother’.
I follow Johnny into what I can only assume is his actual spot considering the nicer furnishings and what I can tell is paperwork. I let Johnny sit but remain standing with my hood on and my hands behind my back.
“Okay man, I got word of some bad shit happened and from what I hear there are some things in the works with you and you got hit in the face by your friend,” Johnny starts in.
“Yes, I needed Brother Devin to hit me to prove a point,” I tell him plainly.
“What is with the brother/sister crap,” Johnny asks confused.
“First Brother you’ve been a part of this family since nearly the beginning so don’t start casting down this family, you might not be around but we still consider you one of us,” I tell Johnny going from stern to happy,” and the family needs you brother.”
“Okay, well if I’m a brother then I’m probably going to have to say yes to the help,” Johnny says smiling,” But I’m guessing that it’s going to hurt me before it helps.”
“You are worldly in your possessions brother and this will cause some of that to slow down, you’ll need to not sell at the school till we end this,” I tell Johnny who gets disheartened,” But if you help I will get you something better, distribution.”
“Distribution to whom,” Johnny asks perking up.
“Who isn’t important, what is important now is your network. There are some people who want the family to die and I need their friends,” I tell Johnny,” I’ll have Brother Jun get you all the specifics. You heard about what happened to Kori?”
Johnny nods and I don’t let my emotions show but I burn up with the memory of it. Johnny leaves his shack for a few minutes before coming back to me.
“I think you should preach to the masses,” Johnny says closing the door behind him.
“Your meaning brother,” I ask for clarification.
“Well you lead us but we call you brother and you call us family, you say that the family knows but you’re looking for believers. You need to give them something to believe in,” Johnny explains.
I can see that he has a point with a mission statement but just telling people to follow me because I want to hurt people who hurt Kori isn’t going to work. I sit and think while Johnny handles some paperwork and before long I leave quietly and take my bike home to think. Getting home shows me something I haven’t seen before, the entire crew is parked in my parent’s living room doing homework while Mom serves up soup and sandwiches. I walk into the living room and everyone stands up before I wave them off.
“At in public only please, I don’t need to be the messiah at home too,” I tell them getting some goofy looks.
“Guy what happened to your face,” Mom asks rushing over and taking my head in her hands.
“He did,” I point to Devin who gets a withering look from Mom,” I told him too.”
“Why would you tell him to hit you,” Mom asks confused.
“Cause it scared an asshole,” I say smiling.
I get a look from Mom about my language and sit in with everyone to get my own class work done. After we all get finished I start to talk about what we’re going to be standing up for and ‘preaching’. I’ll be doing most of the speaking which relieves most of the group but my ideology has some confusion. Everyone leaves before nine and I’m finally relaxing in my room when my phone goes off with a text, it’s Kori. When I ask her where she’s been she replies that her mother wanted her to stay home for a while and heal. I tell Kori I’m not happy about her missing what I’m doing for her and she says that she’s got a watchful group of friends and to trust Ben since he’s doing what I told him. I don’t know what it means and after saying goodnight sleep comes nice and fast.
Tuesday morning and I’m up early like always but I’m not alone today, Katy is getting dressed as I get out of the shower and Liz is up next for it. I get dressed in the same basic clothes as yesterday and the three of us head out again, girls in the car and me on my bike. School goes by much as it did Monday but with more whispering behind my back and finally at lunch time when I arrive and lead my family out of the cafeteria I discover that we have about thirty students who have followed us including Vicki from the punks and Hideo from the nerds. I get up to the top of the bleachers again and see faces staring up at me with a little bit of expectation on their faces.
“You don’t know why you’re here. I call you believers because you haven’t known yourself,” I explain eerily happy,” but you know what I stand against, you saw it yesterday. They come and posture with numbers and words as if it mattered. I don’t care if you believe because I know.”
I see confusion and a little bit of fear in the faces of some students but most are trying to comprehend.
“Jun, take one from the crowd and bring them forward,” I command to Jun.
I watch him walk into the assembled group and look around, some of the friends of his back up but he settles on Hideo and taking him by the shoulder drags him to the front of the group.
“You are afraid believer,” I ask down to Hideo who nods,” I know you but you don’t. I see that you are not what they want you to be. They make you fear them by words and titles that they couldn’t aspire to. You believe that they are wrong but you stand idle by and be what they want to make you.”
I take the long way down watching Hideo the whole way until I’ve moved in front of him. I can see he’s a little scared but more ashamed. I point at Vicki and wave her forward till she’s just out of arms reach.
“You believer, if I told you that I will hurt this one if you do not have sex with him would you,” I ask Vicki while staring at Hideo.
“No I wouldn’t,” Vicki says quietly.
“And that is why you are an animal, the both of you,” I say backing away from the two,” You both are persecuted by the same people, they just use different names and yet you can’t even see the truth behind it. They’re ashamed they can’t know the world like you do. You girl are free and independent, you have no ties that you don’t want. You dress the way that makes you feel like what you want. You boy are smart and articulate, you have a future in a world that will try to grind you into paste but more than them you will earn it on what you know not because you were born deserving it.”
I watch the two look at each other and see the rest of the group looking around at each other’s faces before focusing on me again. I hold my arms out to my sides and lean my head back to the sky; the clouds are dark grey and light with rain.
“Will you be persecuted until you can prove that you are walking upright or are you walking upright now and just need to stand with something that is more than you, worse than you,” I ask bringing my gaze back to the crowd.
I can hear some of them talking about worse than them, I can see some are beginning to understand but I am seeing Hideo in quiet contemplation while Vicki has moved closer and is now next to him facing me.
“I know why they’ve chosen me,” I say quietly but happy,” You will believe once you enjoy the pain they caused you. Tell others that in two days I will bring my message to bear for those who want to believe.”
I head through the crowd and back to class with my family quietly in tow. The rest of the day goes by with more quiet whispers and people talking but the highlight is after fifth period when I’m leaving and I see Heather walking in my direction. I know she doesn’t see me and I wait there for her; she gets within arm’s reach before noticing me and backs up suddenly dropping some papers. I turn and look down at her as she cleans up the papers; I catch some of the words and guess at a speech. Heather finishes picking up her papers and composes herself to speak but I cut her off by chuckling. I walk away still chuckling and get to the gym ahead of some of the crew and head straight to Coach Campbell’s office and close the door behind me getting his attention.
“Coach are we having an assembly soon,” I ask quietly.
“Yes actually tomorrow, Principal Jackson caught wind of a few students who have been attacked and apparently there are a few groups concerned and one that is speaking,” Coach tells me leaning forward in his chair.
“I think I need to say something during the assembly,” I say with a visible smile on my face,” and I need your help to do it.”
“What about my boy and girl,” Coach asks concerned.
“They haven’t come to me yet but I will be waiting for them at the bleachers once we’re done here,” I tell him before getting back to my immediate planning,” I want to speak over them but not at them, any ideas on that sir.”
“Get with my boy and I’ll have something by tomorrow, but only if they get in this protection blanket you got,” Coach tells me skeptically.
I leave the office and head out to the bleachers drawing my family out with me. I get seated from my perch and turn my attention to the only people there.
“There’s going to be an assembly tomorrow, I have decided to say something during it since Heather’s group will be making a statement about what happened to Kori, I’m going to tell the school about my ‘vision’. Also I’ve brought Johnny on board and he’s ready to help so Jun I’ll need you get him information about Kyle and his Russian bride,” I dictate noting my last words make Devin scowl.
I see two figures heading up towards us across the field, I motion to my family that we have company and drop down to greet Tracy and her brother. I step in front of my family and greet our guests. I finally get to see Tracy after her altercation, most of her hair has been cut short and is matted to her head with some sort of hair product. I note the jogging coat and matching pants in blue and white but it’s her brother who is only six feet tall and noticeably younger than Tracy but it’s his clothing that probably has Jun feeling nostalgic with a black windbreaker slacks with a sweater vest underneath. I almost go after him first but decide to start with some love.
“Sister it’s been too long,” I say placing my hands on Tracy’s shoulders,” this family has missed your determination and I’m glad to see you again, come by my house after school today so we can talk amongst those who know in private.”
“Dad says that you’re really unhinged but I should just listen to you and do what you say,” Tracy says with a little determination,” But you get in the way of my practice and I’m gonna kick your ass.”
“I wouldn’t expect any less from you sister. You on the other hand are a quiet simpering little shit and I’m not even certain as to why I haven’t had Devin pull your arms off,” I say turning my attention to her brother.
“I’m Isaac, our dad said I should stay around you and follow your lead but why are you attacking me,” the boy says getting defensive.
“‘Why are you attacking me’ because you should be crawling on the ground not walking upright,” I sneer and mock,” you’re a pathetic excuse for the male species. My sister Tracy has more temerity in her than you do. You do know what that word means boy?”
I can tell Isaac is pissed and that anger makes him foolish and reckless, I watch him drop is bag and swing with a right that I see coming. I let the punch hit me but lower my head so that his knuckles pop as they connect with the top of my skull. Isaac recoils from the punch holding his hand and cursing; I start laughing and turn to my family.
“He has fire right Brother Jun,” I ask still laughing.
“He does Brother, should I help guide him,” Jun asks stepping forward.
“Of course, his fire is wasted and he doesn’t hesitate,” I say placing a hand on Isaac’s shoulder,” You follow Brother Jun’s lead and listen to what he says.”
Isaac nods warily and backs up from me, boy has spirit and honestly I like him now more than I liked Jun the first day. We gather and leave school heading straight for my house to work and lighten the mood. Once at home and inside all appearances drop and Jun gets a chance to talk to Isaac and explain how the family works and why we’re all acting the way we have been for the past couple days. Tracy looks confused but Isaac seems quick to pick up on what we’re doing and the fear I’m trying to put in.
“People are wondering about some sermon you are going to deliver on Thursday,” Isaac says keeping me informed on the gossip at school.
The topic gets everyone’s attention but my shrug ends any questions or comments as to what I’ll say and do. Homework gets done again among the watchful supervision of my folks and everyone heads out before my Mom starts setting up sleeping bags. I get into my room and shoot Kori a text asking how she’s been today and tell her that I miss her at school. I don’t get a reply for a while but when I do it’s just her telling me to be patient and she’ll be back before I know it. I don’t reply because I want her back at school now and not later. I head to bed ready for a grand interruption of Heather’s activities.
Third morning in and it’s like a well oiled machine, at school before classes there are people watching as now Tracy and her brother Isaac have come into the fold. We all bow are heads as if we’re praying and head off to class. What I hate more than anything is that point where you have something planned and yet you have to wait through the most boring shit in existence before you get to have some fun. At the end of second class I get a notice from Coach Campbell that we are having a meeting in the library during the assembly at home period. The news puts a bit of a spring in my step as lunch comes and goes with no real speeches or people who need to be adjusted. I let Jun know that I’ll need communication from him as to when to interrupt Heather and whoever is speaking with her. Last two periods drag on but mercifully pass and I watch as others head to the gym for the assembly. I take my note and get to the library where Coach Campbell is waiting in the office and the librarian hands off the keys to Coach before passing me and leaves us alone. I get into the office with Coach and he explains his plan.
“Okay meathead, they’re going to be speaking in the gym but you can use the PA system from here to interrupt them, you got some way to know who you are interrupting I take it,” Coach asks quickly.
“Yes sir, and thank you sir. I will remember this,” I say moving to the phone he pointed out.
“Well my boy is talking about how what he’s going to be doing is cool and at least I am less worried
now than I was last week,” Coach says taking out some files.
“I’ll keep him around after all this as well, he has fire,” I tell Coach Campbell taking out my phone.
I didn’t think I would need to wait long but I’m thirty minutes into the final hour of the day when Jun sends me a text saying that Heather and Kyle are heading up to the podium to speak. I give it a minute and after taking a deep breath punch the buttons to pull up the PA system, I hear the PA tone kick on and begin.
“I told you that we were coming but it was a lie, we’ve been here all along. They’re lying to you; they’ll tell you that they’re trying to make things better but how different are they from each other. So much of the same that they see you and you and you and you as so wrong because you are different from them. They are addicted to the idea that they are heroes; they want you to see them as heroes so they can feel better about the empty hole they live with everyday. They want to lead you like sheep to a slaughter, covering your eyes so you can’t see the end until its right in front of your face. But I think it’s time for the masses assembled to wake up, WAKE UP AND SEE THE LIE THEY WANT YOU TO LIVE! I watch them make people deteriorate and wither all around them, they whisper and wonder at it but they never do anything about it. They want you to crawl but you know you’re meant to be upright. You know my name, you know my brothers and sisters, you whisper and wonder about what comes next. I know why they’ve chosen me, I’ve seen it in my thoughts and in my waking dreams and I know that this is not the beginning of their new regime. It’s the end,” I get the last words out and chuckle for a few seconds before pressing the hang up on the phone then placing the receiver in its place.
Coach Campbell has me sit next to him and we start looking busy going over my file when I hear the doors to the library open behind me and a few teachers along with Mrs. Jackson come in looking for someone. Coach greets them and says that he brought me in here so that I wouldn’t do anything during the assembly and that I never touched the phone while we’ve been in here. Mrs. Jackson doesn’t push Coach but I can see Ms. Detress is fuming mad and ‘knows’ that I did it. I watch her call Coach Campbell a liar and that gets Principal Jackson to turn on her wonderful ‘No you Didn’t’ look. I let the whole proceeding play out and as final bell rings I calmly put all Coach Campbell’s files in order and quietly leave with my bag, no smile or laughing as I pass Ms. Detress or Principal Jackson.
I’m walking towards the parking lot and see the Gym is letting out from the assembly but more than that the students from the assembly see me walking and soon enough my family filters out to me and gives me a barrier as some cheer and others ask question. I get to our vehicles in the parking lot and can see that behind the assembled punks and Goth, past the nerds and outcasts there are the ‘moralists’. They’re watching and looking to see what I’ll do next and it has me smiling.
“I think that someone heard my thoughts today,” I say loudly but keeping my head downcast,” Are there people here who want to believe?”
I can hear some saying yes and there is more asking questions as I raise my head to look at all the faces staring at me for the answer.
“It’s not time yet, I’ll be where the storm gathers tomorrow at the end of the rush,” I tell the assembled cryptically,” If you can’t find me then find my family, they know and will guide those that want to believe.”
I can hear the talking and don’t wait for anyone to give me another chance to speak. I get on my bike and before I can get anywhere Tracy stops me with a gesture and after getting the spare helmet from the seat whispers ‘Johnny’ in my ear. I guess she has business there and decide to help out by driving us there. It takes a moment to realize that the whole family is following us and our arrival at Johnny’s is greeted with some happier faces than I’m used to seeing when I go somewhere. I waste no time finding Johnny in a side trailer and let Tracy have her time with him, I didn’t think she was into Johnny but it doesn’t matter to me as I am getting my phone blown up with a text message from Kori. Kori’s message takes some priority and I guess Jun or Lilly must have made a video because she’s promising me some serious alone time when she’s all better just for scaring Heather. I follow the link and check the video out, apparently I cut Heather off in mid sentence and before I was even finished she left the podium and Kyle had to talk about how they’re going to help change the student body. I smile and find Jun just to pat him on the back for the video. I tell the family that I’ll be along later and that this is just a personal stop for Tracy. Devin give me a look like I need to fix something and I remember that he’s still interested in some girl in the moralist camp.
“Brother you need to tell me who this girl that I’m supposed to help you with is,” I ask Devin privately.
“Her name is Masha. I’ve seen her hanging around whenever we gather but I don’t like the way they’ve been treating her, she’s like an attack dog as far as their concerned,” Devin says pleading.
“Okay but which one is… the bodyguard?! The damn Russian bodyguard that Heather keeps around to make sure one of the girls doesn’t take her fucking head off,” I say shocked by the realization.
“I like her okay, I have seen her looking at me too man but I just think that maybe if you could show her that she’s just a tool for them that maybe I’d have a shot with her,” Devin pleads with a puppy dog face I should not see on a large guy.
I pat him on the shoulder and let him get to taking Jun and some of the other’s home. My family leaves and I wait patiently by my bike for Tracy to get done with Johnny. I’m only waiting about ten minutes when Tracy heads out of Johnny’s shack looking about the same that she was when she went in, guess it didn’t take long for her get what she needed. I start to get my bike ready to go but Tracy stops me and pulls me into following her off to a cabin towards the back, it looks better than some of the makeshift ‘huts’ that others are using. I watch her take a key in her hand and unlock the door before we head inside. It’s pretty basic inside, crappy bed with blankets folded up on it and a small desk with a chair by the blacked out window.
“Johnny says this was the only building he didn’t put up on the grounds,” Tracy explains sitting down on the bed.
“Okay, thanks for the history lesson, so why the fuck are we here,” I ask taking the sole chair and sitting down.
“I gotta ask, are you really losing your mind or are you really good at fooling people,” Tracy asks a little angry.
“I thought we went over this with your brother, I’m just doing this to get people’s attention. I scare the moral majority and get people they’ve been picking on to start standing up for themselves,” I explain keeping it simple,” And when I get the names of who beat Kori with belts I start looking into renting a wood chipper and a boat.”
“Well that’s graphic and probably never going to happen. So my new problem, I talked to Kori and I’m guessing she hasn’t said anything but I need sex,” Tracy says with no subtlety.
“Well that’s wonderful but I have to ask, why me,” I ask plainly.
“Well you’re not bad at it from what I remember and Kori wants to make sure you’re in shape for when she’s ready to reward you for that speech today,” Tracy says pulling off her hooded athletic coat showing me her toned body in a lose tank top and sports bra.
“That’s great but no, people just don’t volunteer to have sex for a friend just to keep someone ‘in shape’, especially one who has girlfriends who are more than willing to take care of me. So what’s the real deal considering you and I haven’t had sex in almost a year and I heard that you were dating someone last summer,” I tell her keeping some distance.
“Nothing, I just thought you’d like to try something different but never mind,” Tracy says with a little frustration grabbing her coat and standing up.
Never mind, one thing I learned from having four girlfriends is that never mind is one of those things that when it comes out of a woman’s mouth it usually means either take cover or you’re pushing all the wrong buttons. I get up and block Tracy from leaving the shack, we have a bit of a staring contest and Tracy moves back to the bed and sits down and I move to sit next to her. I look at her hair and notice where the burned off patch is covered by the new hairstyle.
“So did I just kill your mood or can we talk about it,” I ask concerned.
“I asked Kori if it was cool if we had sex and she said it would be fine, I don’t normally go after a girl’s boyfriend but you were with me about the same time you and Kori hooked up for real so I figured it was okay to ask,” Tracy explains showing a rare bit of nervousness,” I’m just messed up after last week I guess.”
“I’m messed up after last year but look at me now, I have a good group of people around me and I’m working on driving my ex further insane,” I tell Tracy getting a little smile,” Come on, let’s get you home.”
I start to get up from the bed but Tracy grabs onto my shoulder and pulls me back down on the bed before kicking her leg over me and straddling my hips. With one move Tracy grabs the bottom of her tank top and pulls it over head and off taking her white sports bra with it. There in my face are Tracy’s wonderfully shaped large for a b cup breasts in my face sporting the same half dollar sized nipples that I remember from last year. I put my hands on her hips and pull Tracy hard against me latching my mouth onto one of her nipples and gently sucking. I feel Tracy put one arm inside my coat and the other around my head to keeping my head right where she wants it. Being an athlete is one thing but unlike Mathilda, Tracy is softer. I switch nipples and push my hand into the back of Tracy’s athletic pants to and grip an asscheek and squeeze it firmly. Tracy pulls my head off her breast and backs up off the bed and once on her feet starts stripping down until I see only tight pair of white athletic panties hugging her hips. I start to strip down but Tracy stops me again and starts to do it herself starting with my coat and shirt, then my boots and finally my pants just leaving me in my boxer briefs.
Now that we’re both down to our basic underwear Tracy backs me up the bed wordlessly until my head is resting on the pillow. Silently she shifts her body around until my face is staring at her cloth covered slit and I feel Tracy working through my underwear for a brief moment before pulling my cock free. I can’t see anything but I know she has one hand on the base of me and is trailing her tongue up and down my shaft; it’s a different feeling to have at the start of foreplay as opposed to it happening at the end of sex. I almost get to rest and let her work until her body pushes back bumping my chin, taking a hint I reach my arms up around Tracy’s hips and pulling the tight fabric aside start to slowly lick the length of her slit. I’m taking my time enjoying trailing my tongue around her pussy hole while in contrast Tracy is bobbing her head up and down on me fast and frantically. She has me hard and I can’t tell if she’s trying to get me off or not so I decide to shake her up a bit, I spread her cheeks wide and shove my tongue deep as I can get it into her hole. The first noise of the night comes as I start wagging my tongue in Tracy’s pussy, letting my cock drop from her mouth and moaning through what I’m hoping is a minor orgasm. I feel my shorts getting pulled further down and raise my hips to get the fully off, as Tracy crawls down to get my shorts off I hook a finger in the crotch of her panties and pull them off. For the first time I see her turn to face me and smile, I’ve never seen her smile before and it’s one of her new best features as far as I’m concerned.
“Grab a thick blanket and get that ass over here,” I tell Tracy smiling.
It’s a bit chilly in October this time of year and with no real heat we’re gonna want to keep a little warm. Tracy pulls the thickest blanket up and throws it over her shoulders before crawling up my body and resting her clit and slit against my shaft. I feel her start to grind and with the lube she put on me orally and my work getting her ready I don’t want to wait much longer. Sensing that I’m a little eager Tracy shifts her hips and knees a little before taking me in hand and lining me up with her warm folds. A little pressure is all there is before I feel her warmth wrapped around me and it’s not tight like other girls but more accommodating and experienced taking a larger member.
“I think you’re a little bigger than last year,” Tracy groans out once I’m all in.
“I’d think you’d be disappointed that I’m not the size you’re used to,” I reply trailing my hands up her sides then back down taking hold of her ass.
“Well you’re big enough to get attention but not so much that I have to adjust to you. Also you’re not pushy making me fuck in the same position every time,” Tracy says starting a long rhythm of strokes on my member.
“Same position every time, your summer boyfriend must not have been much fun then,” I say licking her breast.
“He stopped seeing me because I wasn’t any fun, saying that I just lay there and don’t do anything. Kinda hard when if I move you… fucking bitch… like a…,” Tracy says speeding up her hips.
“Bitch,” I ask getting a nod.
Tracy starts groaning and with most of my cock working in and out of her fast it doesn’t take long for her to lock up and get a hard orgasm out. I let her breath and while she rests a little I get an idea to try something different. I get her to straighten her legs till they’re almost straight next to mine but I’m still inside her, I tighten my abs to make my member twitch inside her which gets me a look of surprise.
“What are we doing now,” Tracy asks once we’re adjusted.
I tighten my abs again and roll my hips up into her in more of a grind than a thrust; I do it again and can see Tracy’s eyes are shut and enjoying my new movement. I keep my grinding up and try to take my time with my new trick when Tracy takes my idea and does it against me, feels a little better than before and we’re soon in a solid rhythm that has me panting with the effort to keep from losing my cool to soon.
“Why are you slowing down, I’m gonna cum again and this time it’s not gonna be little,” Tracy asks not slowing herself down at all.
“I’m getting close,” I gasp out speeding up a little.
“Oh you don’t know where to cum. Here’s the trick, I am going to cum hard soon and you are gonna cum with me but,” She pauses with a wicked grin,” Am I on the pill or safe today or are you getting into more trouble than you bargained for.”
“No joking Tracy I’m really gonna cum,” I say gripping her hips and slamming my cock hard in and out.
“Maybe I want you to cum in me, you like that idea? Finally getting your white cum in my black pussy,” Tracy asks teasing.
I don’t know what comes over me but I latch my teeth onto Tracy’ breast lightly and start bucking my hips into her. Tracy pushes her body flat against mine and lets me do the work moaning while pulling my head off her tit. I get that rush and grunting shoot my first shot into her warm folds, the sensation makes Tracy’s eyes go wide and as I try to push more into her she starts pushing against me as my first shot must have triggered her own orgasm. We lay there grinding against each other trying to get the last bit of our orgasms out when Tracy takes my face in her hands and kisses me openly. It’s weird and brief but warm and wonderful. I figure we must have been just laying for ten minutes as I feel I’ve fallen completely out of Tracy. She notices it too and curls up onto my side; I wrap an arm around her and just wonder about what happened I have no clue how bad this could be.
“Hey, I’m on the pill so relax,” Tracy says after seeing my face,” besides if you haven’t figured out someone else has dibs on your first kid and it isn’t gonna be me.”
“Kori right,” I ask getting a little nod,” Yeah, she’s the only one I can see myself having a kid with immediately.”
“What about the other three or four girls you got pining after your juice,” Tracy asks propping her head up on her elbow to look at me.
“Well Katy maybe, Matty I’m not sure if she sees herself as ever being a mother but Imelda most definitely,” I explain reminiscing a little.
“And what about Natsuko,” Tracy asks.
“Not my girlfriend, she likes being a free agent and I like her a lot but I have enough girls I need to keep happy regularly,” I tell Tracy rubbing my hand on her flank.
We cuddle for a short while but while Tracy is in happy post orgasm land I get a dark thought about all the fear I’ve been trying to throw around. I’m gonna eventually back Heather’s people in a corner so bad that they’re going to try to kill me, and not Derek ‘tried’. Probably full on kill me with a gun at school or something. I register that one for the back of my mind and decide on the next best thing to tell the assembled masses tomorrow and remember that there is a park downtown that people have to walk to, yay hippies for your exercise trails. I have a plan but now I’m just wondering when someone is finally gonna punch my clock. I figure I should talk to Dad when I get home but for now I just enjoy warm woman and relaxed muscles.I’d like to apologize loyal readers for the massive delay. Yes I was sick but I also condensed 2 chapters into one and removed a lot of meaningless side talk so that you could have a more fluid read. I did get some questions and comments to my inbox and am going to answer a few now since they didn’t read my reply. Yes I am alive and continuing the series and have ideas for different stories but I will finish this one first before considering doing a new story or series. I am writing a story with sex, not sex with some story added, people like it and no I won’t add a character that you sent a bio to me just so you can see yourself in my work. Yes I have a vote troll and yes I do watch the votes but he doesn’t bother me, I may remove anonymous votes in a future series but I will always allow comments. Finally to my spam hater, bad move pal, it’s one thing to create a profile to harass me but you actually went after my Yahoo ID. That lag you got was a back trace, I’m not a computer whiz but I have a couple of good friends who write programs. Think on that for a while. Any way readers I have not abandoned you and if you are liking the bit more darkness to my story please let me know.

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My black neighbor

This is the (probably) final version of Interracial encounter with my neighbor. Enjoy 🙂 comments and suggestions are apprectiated.

My black neighbor

This is the (probably) final version of Interracial encounter with my neighbor. Enjoy 🙂 comments and suggestions are apprectiated.

Road Trip part 7

There is a lot of emotion in this one and some major growth from our cast in some cases. Hate if you want but comment if you don’t like it as to why.

The Wilson Family Saga (Part 3)

THE WILSON FAMILY SAGA BY JGE POWERS (PART 3)
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CHAPTER NINETEEN (Continued)
It was after 9 AM when Gordy left the Crotty mansion.
Juanita hadn’t wanted him to leave. He smiled as he
remembered her wild, untamed passion. They had screwed on
the kitchen table, on the floor, and on the counter top. She
had sucked his cock dry, all the time, praising its size, its
strength, its youth. She really did like young stuff, he
thought, and finding a prick his size, really set her off.
She couldn’t get enough of it. He remembered how she begged
him to cum on her face; how she slurped at the creamy
droplets of cum running down her cheeks, her forehead.
Wow, he thought.
Gordy had never lost his hard-on. He really amazed himself.
Even now, as he biked his way home, he still wasn’t totally
satisfied. He laughed to himself. Hell, I’m a horny
bastard. He wondered what Joanna was up to. Calling his
stepmother by her given name seem to take some of the
incestuousness out of their affair.
Gordy realized that he was on Milrose lane, where
Margie Hart lived. He contemplated stopping; decided
against it, then saw Plain Penny sitting on Margie’s porch.
He pulled up in front of the house. “Hi, Penny.
Waiting for me?” She really wasn’t bad looking, he decided.
“As a matter of fact, I was. But I was hoping you
wouldn’t show.”
“Well, I wasn’t,” he said defensively, “Then I saw you
and decided to stop.”
“Thanks for nothing. You don’t have to lie. Nobody
stops for me.”
“What’s with you?” he asked, annoyed at her self-
depreciation.
She ignored the question. “You know what they got in
mind, don’t you?”
“Breakfast.”
“Don’t talk to me like I’m stupid, Gordy. You know I’m
not. You’ve been the whole topic of conversation all night.
DeeDee’s sister,” she continued,” told her what a big – you
know – you have. They’ve been plotting how to get you here.
And now you’re here.”
Good old Marlene, can’t keep her mouth shut, Gordy
thought. “Do you believe everything you hear? And what’s
your piece of this action? Are you the guard or something?”
“Look, Gordy, the only reason I’m here is because my
Mother and Margie’s are best friends. ‘Invite Plain Penny to
the party’, she mimicked. “Don’t you think I know I’m no
beauty? I’ve been told often enough.”
He smiled at her. “I think you’re rather cute – in a
tomboyish way. Really, I do.”
“Don’t tease me, Gordy.”
“I’m not. I do think you’re cute. It’s you who
doesn’t think so, but I’m still confused about what’s going
on.”
Penny gave him a disgusted look. “DeeDee and Margie
want to check you out. Jump your bones. Orgy time. Is that
graphic enough for you?”
“And you?” He wasn’t about to let her off the hook.
“I don’t like to see anyone used. Especially people
like us. They look at us strange because we have brains. I
don’t want them to use you.”
“Didn’t you want to jump my bones along with the rest
of them?”
She threw her head back and laughed heartily. “Gordy,
I’m a virgin! Probably the only fourteen year old virgin
left in California. I don’t want to be a virgin, but I don’t
think the place to lose my cherry is at a group grope.
Besides,” she said, “I don’t stack up against Margie and
DeeDee.”
“I keep telling you, you’re wrong.”
“And I keep telling you not to tease me.”
He leaned forward and gently kissed her. Her response
was immediate. He kissed her again, slipping his tongue into
her mouth and exploring its interior. She began to pant.
Gordy gently fondled her breast. Small, but round and
firm. She really wasn’t a stick, he though, just taller
than most girls her age. Her body was in proportion, hidden
under baggy clothes.
“Gordy . . . that feels so good.” His hand slipped
beneath her sweatshirt, and he rolled her erect nipple
between his fingers. “Aaaaaa . . . Gordy . . . I think I
came.”
“Lets find a quiet place where I can really make you
cum.”
She gripped his arm. “They’re upstairs waiting for
you. I’m supposed to tell them when you get here.”
“Fuck’em. We’ll stay downstairs. I’d rather be with
you.”
Plain Penny turned out to be anything but. He was
pleased and delighted by her whip-hard body, and he was
truly amazed at her willingness and her passion. She was
multi-orgasmic; running from tiny cums to major climaxes.
She came when he kissed her tits. She came when he stuck his
tongue in her cunt. She even came when she sucked his raging
cock; his jism, sliding down her throat, triggered it off.
And the moment his prickhead parted her pussy lips, she came
again. And kept cumming.
Penny bit her tongue, drawing blood, trying to hold
back her screams, as her body pulsed with pleasure. She
thrashed around so violently that Gordy had trouble holding
on. Each stoke sent her into a new convulsion. She tried
valiantly to be quiet, but it was almost impossible. When
Gordy finally shot his load, her legs squeezed his body in a
death grip and she moaned loudly. They pulled apart in
almost total exhaustion. His whole body ached; his back was
raw from her nails, and his shoulders bore her teeth marks.
“Christ,” he panted, “you’re wild! I can’t believe
you. That was really your first time?”
Sweat misted her body and she shivered as the air
licked across her skin. Her breathing was returning to
normal, but her face was still flushed. “Uhhhhmmmmmm . . .
I’m in Heaven. Don’t break the spell,” she said, “And, yes,
that was my very first fuck.” She rolled over and faced him.
They were in the downstairs guest room. The bed looked like
World War III had hit it.
“It was a great first time, Gordy. You didn’t do it
out of pity for Plain Penny, did you?”
He kissed her. “Don’t call yourself that. Pity had
nothing to do with it. You have to think better of yourself.
If the guys at school knew about you, you wouldn’t have time
to breathe.”
She giggled. “Maybe, you should sing my virtues like
Marlene did yours . . . Would you mind if I went with other
guys?”
“Everything in life is an experience, and life should
be experienced to the fullest. No, I wouldn’t, as long as
you don’t forget me.” He sounded very profound.
“I’ll never forget you, Gordy. I’ve learned more about
life in an hour with you than I ever did from any book.
You’re an education . . . ”
Before she could continue, the bedroom door flew open.
A very mad Margie Hart stood there. “They’re in here, Dee,”
she screamed, “I found them.” She turned on Penny.
“You’re a pig! You were suppose to call us when he
came, not go off with him by yourself.”
DeeDee Sanford barged in and started to yell, too.
Penny cowered beneath the sheets. Gordy jumped up, his
jollywopper flapping in the breeze. “Shut the hell up, both
of you. Who do you think you’re talking to, anyway? Give me
any shit and I’ll belt you one.”
“My God,” DeeDee exclaimed, “look at the size of that
thing!” It was a statement, not a request.
“Shit,” Gordy said and quickly got back beneath the
sheets. Penny moved closer.
“No fair, Gordy,” Margie whined, “Penny has all the
luck.”
“Yeah,” DeeDee added, “When do we have some fun? We’re
upstairs playing with a phony dick, and Penny’s down her
with the real thing.”
“Ladies, you flatter me, but as you can see I’m
somewhat occupied with this young lady here.”
Penny hugged him tightly, uncovering her firm tits in
the process. “Thank you for that, Gordy, but . . .,” she
spoke shyly, ” . . . don’t you think my education is somewhat
incomplete?”
“Do you really want to do this?” he asked quietly.
She paused, looked at the other girls, then nodded
slowly. Gordy smiled and threw off the covers. “Well,
ladies, it looks like we have a full house.” He hugged Penny.
There was a scramble between Margie and DeeDee to be
the first one undressed.
CHAPTER TWENTY
It was almost two o’clock in the afternoon when Gordy
left. This stud business could be a real ball buster, he
thought. Three oversexed teenagers was almost too much to
handle. He smiled as he remembered the various pairings and
groupings; the daisy chain; the wonder on Penny’s face the
first time another girl ate her pussy; his cum splattering
three eager faces as they all indulged in a group blowjob;
three upturned, pert and pretty asses waiting for his prong
to enter. What a morning!
He pedaled slowly. He was in no hurry, besides his
legs were stiff. It was shorter going home through the
College campus, so he turned and headed across the
quadrangle. Students milled about. As he rode by the
Student Union, he saw his sister, Carol, and he waved. She
waved back vigorously. Carol was talking to a tall, good-
looking black guy. Gordy knew him but couldn’t remember from
where. Then it came to him. Peter Duncan. Serena’s
brother. Shit! Small world, he thought. He looked back.
They were engaged in a very animated conversation. Hell,
maybe there is something to what Serena said. Go black and
never go back. He smiled. He was just glad that Carol was
happy. Picking up speed he headed home.
When Gordy walked into his house, his Mother was coming
down the stairs dressed in a bathrobe. Her hair was tousled,
her skin glowed, and her smile told all. She walked serenely
by, and patted Gordy’s cheek. She was humming.
Max followed her down the steps. Gordy smiled and
started to say hello, then he saw the other man. Another
black man. Obviously this was Max’s brother, Dr. Duncan,
Serena’s father. Dr. Duncan looked embarrassed and tried to
avoid eye contact. Gordy looked at the two men, then his
Mother; the full implication hitting him at once.
Max patted his shoulder. “Just sharing the wealth,
young son.”
He watched his Mother go into the kitchen, happy and
contented, oblivious to the tense scene in the hall. He
couldn’t remember her ever being so happy. Max was right, as
usual. Gordy sighed and relaxed. “Hi, Dr. Duncan.” Hell,
who was he to cast stones. Hadn’t he screwed the good
Doctor’s daughter? What irony, he thought.
“Er, hello, Gordy,” the man said with an audible sigh
of relief, “It’s nice to meet you.” They shook hands like old
friends. Max patted his shoulder again.
“We have to be going. John’s schedule doesn’t give him
a lot of free time. Take care, young son.”
“Yeah, see ya, Max. So long, Dr. Duncan.” Gordy watched
the two men depart. His Mother walked up behind him and put
an arm around his shoulder. “Thank you, Gordy,” she said
softly, “I love you.” She kissed his cheek.
“I love you, too, Mom,” he said, and he meant it.
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
Gordy was deep into a biography of Thomas A. Edison
when Carol cane into the living room. “Hi, where’s Mom?”
“Huh? Oh, out jogging. ‘Reconditioning the body’ is
the way she phrased it.”
“What are you doing?”
“Carol, love of my life, I’m reading. Is there
something specific you have on your mind?”
“Well,” she started, “Do you know Peter Duncan?”
“Not intimately, but I know of him. Saw you two talking
today when I was coming back from my route.”
“Yeah, that’s right. Hey, wasn’t that late for you?”
He ignored the question. “What about Pete?”
“Well, it seems he’s having some trouble with English
Lit, and he asked me to come over tonight and give him a
hand.”
“Is that a play on words?”
“Come on, be serious.”
“Okay, how do I fit into this study deal?”
“Er . . .,” she hesitated, “his parents are going out
to the Country Club for dinner, but his sister, Serena, is
going to be home.”
Gordy played dumb. He couldn’t resist teasing his
sister. “So? This is a study date, isn’t it. Why should
his sister interfere? Or do you have an ulterior motive,
sweet sister?” Carol threw a cushion at him.
“You sonofabitch,” she said, smiling, “Of course I have
an ulterior motive, as you damn well can imagine.”
Gordy laughed. “Okay, okay. You have the hots for
this Nubian savage. Far be it from me to interfere with the
Great White Huntress. What do you want from me?”
She hugged him tightly. “Oh, Gordy, I knew I could
count on you. Come with me tonight. Keep Serena busy so
Peter and I can get some time alone. Do you think you can do
that?
“He’s really quite shy. Not cocky, like you. And I
don’t think he’s ever been with a white girl before.”
“I find that hard to believe, but it just so happens
I’m free tonight, and I’ll be happy to help you out in your
hour of need. No pun intended.”
“Do you think you’ll have any trouble? You don’t even
know her, and she’s my age, too.”
“As a matter of fact, I do know the lady in question.
I’ll make a phone call and clear the way.”
“What? . . . how? . . . when?” Carol was agog.
“You bastard!” she yelled, “You’ve screwed her already.
And you let me squirm.” She grabbed him and they fell to the
floor in mock combat. “Tell me everything. I want to know.
Was she better than me?” They rolled around and Carol came up
on top of him. She rubbed her mound against his cock. He
humped back.
“Don’t start anything, girl. I have to save my
strength. I’m helping my sister in distress tonight.”
And they both laughed.
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
When nature called, Christine Ritter had a tendency to
use the Girl’s Lavatory, rather than the Teacher’s Lounge.
It was closer to her office. She had waited for the
chattering group of teeny-boppers to leave before she came
out of the stall. If she hadn’t, there would have been hell
to pay, she thought. The conversation had been very graphic!
Actually, it had been humorous. Outlandish, even. Little
Gordy Wilson – super stud! She smiled as she remembered the
glowing description of super human sexual feats. No fourteen
year old she knew of was capable of such things. And damn
few men.
Christine Ritter was twenty-six. She had that Doris
Day wholesomeness about her that men found so vulnerable and
disarming. She dressed very conservatively, hiding a rather
foxy figure; long shapely legs, flat stomach, full, cherry-
tipped breasts, and a perfect heart shaped ass. Dressed as
she was, she’d rate a second look. In a bikini, she could
cause a traffic jam.
When she reached her office, she found it difficult to
focus her thoughts on the student records she’d been working
on. Her imagination kept conjuring up mental pictures of
the scenes described by the young female students of St.
Charles Academy. She would have expected such language from
DeeDee Sanford, but Penny Grifford had really shocked her.
It had also aroused her, but she refused to admit it. Since
she and the school track coach had broken up, she had been
celibate. Not the state she desired, but she was reluctant
to go in for one night stands. So when the need became
overpowering, she masturbated.
She crossed her shapely legs and squeezed her cunt lips
together. With just a little pressure she could bring
herself off. She felt her pussy juice begin to flow, and
a warm glow spread through her body. She was alone. Just a
little pressure, she thought. She snapped herself erect.
This was dangerous. She had a Student Counselling session in
moments. She glanced at her schedule.
‘4 PM – Gordy Wilson’ it said.
Gordy was punctual, as usual.
“Good afternoon, Miss Ritter.” And unfailingly polite.
Chris was somewhat embarrassed and flustered in his
presence. Her juices were still flowing, and her imagination
continued to pull up mental images of this handsome youngster
and those young nymphs. “Huh? Oh . . . hello, Gordy. How
are you? . . . I’m sorry, I must have been daydreaming.”
“I’m fine right now, but alot depends on what you have
to say.”
He has a lovely smile, she thought. Stop that! She
composed herself and began to take charge of the
conversation. “Let’s see how things are going, shall we? I
can’t believe you’re having any difficulties.”
He watched her go through his file. She’s very pretty,
he thought, but her face was flushed, as if she had just
exerted herself in some strenuous activity. Gordy had always
liked his counselor, but he had never really looked at her.
Today he rectified that, and examined each visible part of
her. Her face, her body, her legs – good legs! The clothes
she wore camouflaged what Gordy perceived to be a lovely
body. He wondered how she would look naked. Did she fuck?
He shifted in his seat. He was getting a hard-on. He
recalled some rumors about her and the track coach. She
can’t be a virgin, he thought. So why not.
Christine looked up. The smile was still there. His
eyes are incredibly blue, she thought, like Paul Newman’s.
Why haven’t I noticed them before? She felt her cunt
muscles contract. “Er . . . like I said, everything is fine.
Well, maybe English Lit could use some work . . .” She was
groping, trying to prolong the conversation, and she didn’t
know why. “Your paper on Marlowe really wasn’t up to your
usual standards.”
Marlowe? he searched his memory. Yeah, a solid ‘B’
without opening a book. He sensed a certain electricity. He
wasn’t totally sure of his antenna, but there was something
about her body language; the crossed legs, the forward thrust
of her body, that gave Gordy some unspoken signal. Good ol’
Max, he thought. “Yeah, Marlowe. Er . . . not a guy you
really can get your hands around. Actually, I’m having just
a little trouble with the whole Lit class. I sort of find it
difficult to concentrated on the Arts.
Christine went into a detailed description of the need
for the Arts; aesthetic appreciation, well roundedness.
He caught a glimpse of deep, shaded cleavage. That was
his definition of well rounded.
” . . . perhaps I can arrange some additional help.”
An idea came to him and he jumped at it. “Hey, yeah.
That’s a great idea. Could you find time in your schedule
for me?”
“Well, I wasn’t really thinking of me. Someone from
the English Department . . .”
“You’re a qualified English teacher, aren’t you?
“Yes, but . . .”
He pushed on. “It would mean alot to me, Miss Ritter.
No true egghead wants a class teacher to know he’s having a
problem. It’s a pride thing.”
“I don’t see how I could do it.”
She fought down the sudden temptation to say yes. “I
don’t have time during the day.”
“I’m willing to work after school, if you are.”
She paused, fighting the good fight. His eyes held
hers. A picture flashed in her mind – a long, rock hard
cock! You’re a fool, she thought. “Er, well, okay,” she
said, surrendering, “But I don’t have time this week.”
“How about Saturday?”
He was pinning her against the wall. “Saturday? . . .
Er, well, alright, Saturday.”
“Great! I can be at your apartment any time you say.”
Her alarm bell went off again. “My apartment? No . . .
that’s out of the question – how do you know I live in an
apartment?”
Easy, he thought, don’t blow this. “My paper route goes
right past your place. I’ve seen your car parked there. The
yellow VW?”
“Oh. Well, anyway, we can’t meet at my place. That
wouldn’t be proper.”
Shit!
“Suppose we meet at the park. It’s just down the block
from me. Ten o’clock? You know where the park is, don’t
you?”
“Yes, I know where it is,” he said, trying not to let
his voice mirror his disappointment. Then he perked up.
Hell, it was a beginning. “Okay,” he said. “Saturday at
10AM, in the park.”
Christine Ritter sat back and looked at the empty
doorway. She was disappointed that he was gone . . . and
relieved. She had actually had a momentary urge to grab him
right there in the room. Wouldn’t that have been something!
She realized that she had gone too long without sex.
Something would have to be done about it, and soon. Her
eyes closed. She was tired. In her mind she saw his erect
prick; thick, bulbous, alive! Shit, she was wet again. She
hurried to the Ladies room. She prayed that it would be
empty.
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
Carol parked the car in the Duncan’s wide, circular
driveway. “Nice house,” she said.
“Yeah, wait ’til you see the inside.”
“I didn’t think college Professors lived this good.”
“Blessed are the Educators.”
John Duncan greeted them effusively. “Hello, there.
You must be Carol. Lovely, lovely. Good to see you again,
Gordy.”
“Thanks, Dr. Duncan,” Gordy replied as he shook the
older man’s hand.
“Cecilia,” he yelled out, “the young people are here.
Time to go.” He turned to Gordy. “Peter and Serena are in
the den. You know, I really appreciate you helping Peter.
Both of you. It wouldn’t look good if a Professor’s son
flunked English Lit.”
“Well, we’re glad to help,” Carol said, “Aren’t we,
Gordy?
“Sure,” he said, but he was already thinking of how he
could turn things to the real reason he and Carol were
there.
The young people, as Dr. Duncan called them, greeted
each other like any normal teenagers: “Yo, what’s
happenin'”
“Now I know why you’re flunking,” Dr. Duncan said to
his son. There was polite laughter. A knowing look passed
between Serena and Gordy as she pecked him on the cheek.
Cecilia Duncan swept in. That was the only word Gordy
could think of. He now knew where Serena got her good
looks. Serena’s Mother looked deeply tan, rather than Black.
She was dressed stylishly, but understated. Everything
about her said: Class. Gordy wondered if she could fuck as
good as her daughter. He smiled to himself. You are
definitely a dirty young man, he thought. Gordy turned to
Serena after the Duncans had left. “Where are they going all
dressed up?”
“Oh, there’s some big faculty thing at the Country
Club. Uncle Max is going to meet them there.”
“They’re always boppin’ off some place. Real gad-a-
bouts,” Peter added. He had suddenly joined the conversation
after directing his entire attention to Carol, something that
hadn’t escaped Gordy. Maybe, he mused, this won’t be as
difficult as Carol thinks. They seated themselves in various
casual chairs and sofas. It was unusually quiet. Serena and
Carol laughed simultaneous. “What is this,” Serena asked, “a
wake?”
“Uh, well,” Peter started, “what do we do first?
Study, boogie, or eat?”
“Any other alternatives?” his sister asked.
“Well, we could discuss current events,” Gordy said,
“Or . . .”
“Or . . . we could gaze at the stars,” Carol followed,
“Or . . .”
“Or . . . we could play checkers,” Serena carried on,
“Or . . .”
They looked at Peter.
“What are you looking at me for? I don’t know what the
hell you guys are talking about.”
“I guess we’ll have to forgo all those good things,”
Gordy said, “and get right down to basics. Anyone want to
add another ‘Or’?
“Or . . .,” Carol started.
” . . . we can . . .,” Gordy followed.
” . . . fuck!” Serena ended.
The look on Peter’s face was priceless. They laughed
and couldn’t stop. Peter continued to stand still, a
bewildered look on his face, but his eyes went wide when
Serena sat on Gordy’s lap and began to kiss him passionately.
He felt Carol beside him, but he couldn’t drag his gaze from
his sister and this . . . this kid. What the fuck’s going on
here? His sister was letting a fourteen year old feel her
up! Carol pressed her body against Peter’s side.
“Give you any ideas?” she said, and suddenly he came
awake. Carol had unbuttoned her blouse and he could see her
full white tits through the flimsy bra. His erection was
tight against his crotch. Fuck it, he thought, if Serena
wants a kid, that’s her business. I’m not going to look a
gift horse in the mouth. Carol’s hand was brushing against
his growing hard-on. “Com’on,” he said in a choked voice,
“lets go to my room.”
“No. Here.” And she pulled him down into a sofa.
Just before Carol’s mouth closed over his, he glanced
at his sister. Shit! She had a mouthful of white cock!
His White Goddess tugged at his zipper and squeezed his
swollen cock. He suddenly forgot what his sister was doing.
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
“I can’t believe that brother of yours. His balls are
solid brass.”
John Duncan laughed. He loved it when his wife talked
dirty. It was such a contrast to her cool, sophisticated
exterior. “My dear wife, I think you’re jealous. But as far
as I’m concerned, anything that keeps Max out of your pants
is fine with me, my lovely.”
Cecilia playfully punched his arm. “You’re so full of
shit. I only see Max once a year. Maybe. So it’s natural
that we spend time together. Besides, you get too tired from
all your coeds.” Cecilia continued. “That nigger thinks he’s
cock of the walk. Everyone knew what they were going to do.
He was brazen; might as well’ve screwed on the dining room
table.”
She was relating how her brother-in-law, Max, had
flirted outrageously with Helen Crotty; how close he had held
her while dancing, and how, without so much as a ‘by your
leave’, had walked her out the door and drove off.
“Isn’t that Mrs. Crotty’s problem?” John asked. “Would
you deny that poor widow woman twelve inches of good black
cock. Fantasy time, my dear. Get you all hot and bothered?”
he asked, with a leer in his voice. She took his hand and
placed it on her tit. In the darkness she had pulled the top
of her dress down. Her tits were bare, the nipples hard.
John almost lost control of the car.
She giggled. “I’m always hot and bothered, sailor boy.
But I was thinking about our standing in the community.”
He squeezed her breast. “Fuck our community standing.
I’ve got a hard-on.”
Cecilia groped him. “Save it, lover. My bones need a
bed tonight.”
He pulled the car into the driveway and parked at the
rear of the house. “The Wilson kids are still here. Let’s
go up the back way.”
“Was their Mother better than me?” she teased. The
Duncan’s had no secrets from each other.
“Hush, woman. I don’t want them to hear us,” he said
as they walked past the den. Cecilia glanced into the room.
The drapes were barely apart. She stopped so short that her
husband walked into her. She hardly noticed.
“Wha . . . what’re you looking at? I . . ..” He
stopped short. Between the parted draped they saw two
bouncing buttocks, one black, one white, sliding down two
slippery cock shafts. Peter was screwing Carol Wilson, his
long black tool pumping rapidly in and out of her. Their
daughter, Serena, was in the throes of an orgasm. And young
Gordy Wilson was sunk to the shank in her dripping pussy.
The Duncan’s watched in horrid fascination as Carol
leaned over and began kissing their still convulsing
daughter. Gordy’s prick plopped out. “My God,” Cecilia
Duncan whispered, “look at the size of that thing – and
Peter’s. They’re beautiful!”
John Duncan didn’t hear his wife. His eyes were on
Serena’s lush body, and the white cream seeping from her
cunt. They moved closer to the window. Cecilia could feel
John’s prick against her ass. She leaned back into it. His
hands went to her still naked tits, and began playing with
her erect nipples, but his eyes never left the scene in the
den. Cecilia moaned. Her hands went behind her and deftly
unzipped his pants. His hard-on sprang out and she massaged
it. They watched the girls change partners.
Carol got off Peter and immediately began to suck her
brothers’s cock clean, and back to life. Serena wasted no
time taking Carol’s place on Peter’s hard shank. The parents
watched as their son’s hard, thick cock slowly penetrated
their daughter’s sopping pussy. John moaned. Cecilia turned
and pressed her body to him. She kissed him feverishly; her
hand never leaving his erection.
He pushed her against the brick wall, and expertly
pulled her dress up, pushed her panties aside, and plunged
his throbbing cockhead into her black furnace. She came
almost immediately.
***
Peter floated in a dream world. He was wonderfully
tired. Blessedly spent. The image of his sister and Carol,
his White Goddess, ebbed and flowed through his mind.
Beautiful Carol! Serena! His own sister! Lovely,
wanton. He was in Paradise. The dream was intense. A warm,
wet mouth on his dick, the pungent smell of cunt in his
nostrils. He dreamt he saw his lovely mother furiously
sucking his rod. He knew it was a dream. Even as he shot
his load into her waiting mouth, he knew it was a dream.
***
“You really took a chance coming to my room after Mom
and Dad got home. What’s the matter, dear brother, didn’t
you get enough last night?”
“What? Not me, Serena. You must have been dreaming.”
“You didn’t sneak in and fuck me again – eat my pussy?”
“Shit, girl, you were having the same dreams I was.”
“A dream? Christ, it was the most real dream I ever
had. But I guess you’re right. Hell, at one point I
thought you were Dad.”
Peter laughed. “Now I know we’re on the same wave
length. In my dream you were Mom.”
They both laughed and ran to catch the bus.
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
Gordy pedaled fast. He was trying to beat the rain
that threatened to fall at any moment. The air was humid,
and the sky overcast. He wheeled into the Crotty driveway.
There was no one in the pool. It was the first time that the
weather affected Mrs. Crotty’s workout, he thought. That
meant she was in the house. He hoped it wouldn’t screw up
his chances with Juanita. He shrugged philosophically,
tomorrow was Saturday, and there was always Christine. The
backdoor was unlocked. “Juanita?” he called.
The kitchen was empty. This wasn’t shaping up well.
She was probably tending to her boss and wouldn’t have time
for him. “Hello.”
He turned towards the voice, but the room was still
empty. “Juanita? Where are you?”
She stuck her head in the doorway. “Good morning,
Gordilito.”
He started towards her, but she held her hand up to
stop him. “The Senora would like to talk to you.”
“Mrs. Crotty? Why?
“Perhaps she wants to extend her paper subscription.
Upstairs, second door on the left. Don’t forget to knock.”
Then she was gone. Shit! Double shit, he thought. There
goes our time together. Second door on the left.
Instinctively, he wiped his sneakers and ran his hands
through his hair to smooth it down. He knocked softly and
heard a voice tell him to enter. Helen Crotty sat at her
dressing table and through her mirror watched Gordys’
entrance. She liked what she saw. Max, you bastard, she
thought, you had better be right about this.
“Good morning, Gordy. May I call you Gordy?”
“Yes ma’am, you may. Good morning.”
Gordy was pleasantly surprised. He had expected a much
older woman. Mr. Crotty had been pushing 80 when he died.
This woman was only a few years older than his Mother.
He had no way of knowing that Helen Crotty was 14 years
older than his Stepmother. She was almost 50, but daily
exercise gave her the youthful figure of a much younger
woman. She turned to him and he caught a glimpse of thigh as
her dressing grown swirled. He could see the outline of her
nipples through the gauze-like material. He had no doubt
that she wore nothing beneath.
“I had a very interesting conversation with a gentleman
who says he knows you, and your . . . abilities. A Mr.
Duncan. Max Duncan. You do know him?”
Gordy went on guard. This was definitely not the
conversation he had anticipated. What had Max said? Had he
mentioned Carol? Serena? Hell, Joanna! “Er, yes ma’am. I
know Mr. Duncan.”
“You look uncomfortable, Gordy. Please sit down and
relax. Here. Beside me.” She patted the bench seat.
He sat reluctantly. She wore a light, pleasing scent.
It smelled sexy, and he felt his prick twitch. He wished he
had worn less revealing shorts.
“Mr. Duncan. Max. He says you’re an exceptional young
man. Gifted, in fact. He was very impressed with your
credentials.”
Gordy let out a deep breath. Shit. She was talking
about the egghead stuff! Max was Phi Beta Kappa and a Rhodes
scholar. Maybe she wants to sponsor me or something, he
thought. She put her hand on his upper thigh and squeezed.
Gordy knew immediately that he was wrong.
“I’d like very much to see your credentials.” Her hand
was gently kneading his thigh. He fought to control his
growing erection. “Er . . . but . . . Juanita?”
She laughed. It was a nice laugh, he noted.
“Of course, Juanita. I should have known. Juanita,”
she called. The Latin housekeeper entered the room wearing a
French maids uniform. Gordy’s eyes bugged out. It was
fucking transparent! Cellophane! And she wore only black
hose and a garter belt beneath it. She curtsied and giggled.
“You called, Senora?”
“Yes, dear. Come here. Young Mr. Wilson was just
about to show me his credentials.” She smiled at Gordy. “I
think Juanita has already seen them – up close.”
Gordy laughed. It was great to be alive. It was great
to be a stud! He stood and dropped his shorts. His prong
sprang to attention. And it sure as hell paid to advertise.
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
Gordy stepped out of the shower, towelled dry, and
walked into his bedroom. He was bare-ass naked.
“Well, look at this, Carol,” Joanna Wilson said, “An
unusual towel holder.”
Gordy made a move to retrieve his towel, then thought
better of it. He shrugged, what the hell. Carol and his
stepmother wore only bathrobes. He didn’t notice their high
heel shoes. He bowed gallantly.
“Although I’m somewhat at a disadvantage, how may I be
of assistance, ladies?”
“We went shopping today and we wanted to show off our
new clothes,” Carol said. She smiled at her Mother
conspiratorially.
“Where are they?” Gordy said, looking around. Together
they opened their robes. Both were dressed in Opera hose,
garter belts, crotchless panties, and flimsy see-through
bras. Joanna was in black, and Carol in red.
“That’s fantastic! Boy, oh boy.”
They posed and pranced for his approval, laughing as
they played at burlesque queens. Joanna even did a credible
bump and grind. “I don’t think we’re a hit, Mom,” Carol
said, ” There’s no reaction from the peanut gallery.”
Joanna turned and bent over, revealing her lovely
asshole. She looked back for Gordy’s approval. “I think
you’re right, honey. Would you care to explain yourself, Mr.
Limp Dick?”
He held up his hands in mock surrender. “I can’t tell a
lie. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is pooped.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Carol asked peevishly.
“That means he’s pussy-whipped. Doesn’t it? Where
have you been sticking that lovely pole?” Joanna pushed him
onto the bed and sat on his stomach. He had a lovely view of
her bushy mound.
“A gentleman never tells.”
Carol joined her Mother and they began to tickle him.
“Bullshit, Boy Wonder. Tell all, or else.”
Gordy squirmed, laughing, and rapidly ran out of breath
as each woman found a vulnerable spot. “Okay, okay. Uncle.
Uncle. I’ll tell, I’ll tell.”
They stopped and he tried to catch his breath. “I’m
doing this under duress.”
“Yeah, sure.” They sat cross-legged, one on each side of
him. The views were outstanding. Gordy related his morning
adventures with Juanita and Helen Crotty. They were avid
listeners, and he warmed to his story. He kept the details
lurid. They laughed when he told them about Juanita’s
transparent uniform – “I like that one,” Carol said – about
Helen’s wide eye look when his cock sprang out. The girls
could envision the story as he told it: fondling the maid’s
tits while her mistress slobbered spit all over his dickhead.
They could see her legs spread wide, felt her eagerness as he
pushed his fuck-pole into her juicy cunt. They shared her
orgasm in their minds.
Joanna had laid down, and Gordy was gently stroking her
pubic hair. Carol leaned closer so he could play with her
erect nipples. He told them how Max had taken Helen home
from the Country Club and fucked her ragged. And when
Juanita went to see what all the commotion was about, he
plowed her, too. And as a gesture of good will, he had
advertised Gordy’s virtues.
“So what else happened?” Joanna asked huskily.
Gordy shrugged. “We fucked, sucked, ate pussy – Helen
never ate out a pussy before, so that was brand new for her.”
He saw the light in his stepmother’s eyes. Pussy eating was
new to her, too. And she liked it. He watched as Joanna
locked eyes with his sister. He felt the electricity in the
air.
“What else?”
Gordy leaned close to his stepmother. “I reamed out
Helen’s ass while she sucked my cum from Juanita’s cunt.”
That was all Joanna could take. “Do me, Gordy,” she
whispered, “fuck my ass.” Joanna buried her face in Carol’s
pussy and began licking her daughter’s clit.
“Uhhhhmmmmmmm . . . oh, yeah, Mom. Yes! There! Eat
me! Suck your daughter’s dirty cunt.”
Carol pulled her legs wide and held them close to her
tits. She purred like a cat when Joanna shoved two fingers
into her; one in her pussy, and one in her ass.
Gordy was fully erect, now, rock hard. His Mother’s
ass was sticking high in the air. A perfect target. He
licked her bunhole and dribbled saliva into it. She moaned
at the touch. He positioned his rampant prick at her
asshole and felt her push back into it. Gripping her ass
cheeks tight, he drove his rod in to the hilt. She screamed
into Carol’s box and came immediately. Her climax was
shattering.
To Be Continued

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Black Neighbor Baby Sitter part two

Black Neighbor Baby Sitter
Part Two
Holding her tight he felt her pointed breast pressing into his chest while she was doing her best to press his pecker between the lips of her wet pussy. Between the two actions, her nipples pressing on his chest and the tip of his pecker pressing between the folds of her warm wet pussy, was getting him hard again. It was all he could do the keep from jamming deep into her. Even the fact that she was so tight for not having sex before he was able to slid the tip of his cock into her just shy of the complete head then slip over her erect love button. The feeling was heaven and he wasn’t sure if he would be able to hold off much longer before he would shoot off another load of thick sperm. Twice in such short a time had not happen to him in a long time. But he wanted to take his time with her, after all you only get to take her cherry once and after that it is just plan sex. Tonight would not be the night for taking that cherry. This night was for sucking and fingering.
After some time had gone by and he couldn’t take the feeling of her pussy sliding over his cock he rolled her over onto her back and started robbing his hands over her body, stopping now and then to concentrate on a any area that would bring about a moan or sigh from her. He intentionally did not touch her nipples, just circling around the areola and watching them swell from the light touch then down across her tight tummy stopping to play with her belly button which he found to be sensitive to the touch. Then down and across her mound to her pussy. She was completely shaved and it felt good in the palm of his hand and he left it there for a while feeling her heat in his palm before working his way down to the lips of her now socked pussy lips. He did not touch her protruding love button but worked his way around it which brought more moans from her. She wanted him to touch it but he said no, not yet. The little rubbing around these areas made her shiver in anticipation of what was to come. If he didn’t start sucking on her now she would orgasm before he got his head between her firm long legs and he didn’t want that to happen. He wanted for his mouth to be over her entrance when she cum so that he would be able to drink in all the juice she was sure to shoot out for him.
“Oh, that all feel so good. It is so much better when you do this then when I do it myself or when mom does this to me. Oh please don’t stop!, please do more!.”
Now this really caught him off guard. So her mom liked to play with her daughters body as well. Well maybe he would have to look into this a little peace of information. Her mom was a very light tanned women, not at all like most of the black women around. Another firm, slender bodied women standing about five, eight which was his preference in a women. She had a nice set of tits that stood out with there points begging to be released from there confines, he had seen this quit often when he would go over to their house, and a butt that was to die for. He would have see about putting his pecker into that ass and make her call for more. Yes, this was going to be a very good relationship in deed.
“So, your mom likes to make you feel good like this as well?”
“Oh yes. We do each other at least once a week. I love it when she sucks my pussy and I like sucking hers too. It taste really good and when she has her orgasm she has lots of juice to drink in. I love it. Please suck my pussy, please, please!”
Now his pecker was really getting hard thinking about doing both mother and daughter. How to go about getting them both in the bed room at the same time might pose a problem but he had a feeling that it would not. Something in his mind was telling him that this was a plan all along from her mothers side. She was using her daughter to get to him. Not bad. He would just play along as though he had no idea as to what she was up to when he invited her over the next day, Yah, the next day would be fine. Maybe he would have her come over during the day while the daughter was at school, she went to school on Saturdays in order so that she would graduate from high school early, and feel her out, or up, and see what comes of it, or maybe cum period. Then they could both play with daughter after dinner and into the night, seeing as tomorrow was Saturday and there was no school the next day.
With thought going through his mind he bent down and sucked her love button into his mouth in one quick motion. The resulting scream was his answer to the fact that she was about to go off. He quickly got around and between her spread legs. Lifting them at the knees he bent them back which brought her butt up off the bed exposing her brown hole as well as giving him a much better view of her love cannel. It was almost to the point of dripping with her wetness. He immediately placed his mouth over her hole and started sucking her fluid while at the same time rubbing a finger over her sensitive clitoris. The other hand went up her body until it reached her breast and started pinching a hard protruding nipple. This brought out even more moans of delight as her body was jerking about almost to the point the where he was having a hard time holding her still enough so that he could keep her pussy in his mouth. Finely he put both hands under her ass and lifted it off the bed completely and started sucking her love button again and, with his hands just so, was able to press his thumbs into her cannel.
“Oh! God! Yes, like that!! Ohhhhhhh yes!!!!!
Then with a heavy push she forced her pussy hard against his mouth driving his thumbs into herself as she reached a mind shattering orgasm. She was now humping her hips against him as he did his best to suck in the warm fluid she was shooting at him. Most he was able to drink in but there was so much of it that it was running down his chin.
“Oh God stop!!!!!! I can’t take it any more!!!!!!!! Please stop!!”
She collapsed onto the bed as he let her go. When he looked to her face he saw that her eyes were closed, she was covered with sweat making her body shine in the light coming in from the window, her breathing was quick and deep causing her breast to heave up and down. Another sight that was almost to much to watch, but watch he did, at the same time stroking his hard-on.
It was only a few minutes before she was calmed down enough so that she was able to set up and look at him. “God! That was the best ever.”
“Good. Think you can take care of this now, again?” he said as he continued stroking his pecker.
“You bet I can. I want to always help you with that problem.” She had a big smile on her face as she started to move towards him.
“No, not that way. Get on the floor and kneel between my legs this time.”
She said nothing as she did as he asked. “Now this time I want you take in as much as you can until you start to gag, OK”
“Ah, okay. But then what?”
“Your going to start learning how to deep throat me.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that. You really are to big for me to take it into my throat.”
“I know, but we are going to take our time and you will be able to do it after a while.”
She looked at him for a while then finally said, “Okay, but you have to promise me that you will not drive that thing down my throat before I’m ready. Okay?”
“Believe me, I want to se it slowly disappear into your mouth. It will be added excitement for me to do so. And when I shoot my load I want you to swallow as quickly as you can. Try to keep it all in your mouth and down your throat as you can.”
“This is going to be fun.” she said as she bent over to start her task.

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