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A crutch for my pregnant sister

I fucked my heavily pregnant big sister. At the time she was twenty six and I was a shy pimply faced twenty year old more comfortable handling books than girls. I was forever horny and spent a lot of time jerking off after or while reading sex novels and magazines. This was before the time of internet porn. I’d had two girlfriends but had never gotten past the kissing and feeling stage. The last one was a year before this incident. But I had done some fucking, having mustered the courage on about half a dozen occasions over the past two years to invest saved up pocket money on cheap prostitutes. 

My big sister Melody had moved back into the family home after her fiancé, with whom she’d been living for two years, had migrated to the USA. Two weeks after her fiancé’s departure she discovered that she was six weeks pregnant. Her pregnant belly grew rapidly, amazing everyone who saw it. By the time she was seven and a half months pregnant she was huge, looking as if she was ready to pop, and moved about slowly, as if she was sick. She often solicited my help to get up off a chair, or to move about the house, especially when climbing the stairs to her room. She called me her crutch.

Prior to her body’s ballooning, Melody had been an agile, thick, five foot eight volleyball player with massive round ass and full, high firm breasts. She was light caramel, a couple of shades lighter than my rich brown, with close cropped curly copper colored hair and spots of freckles on her smooth pretty face. She had full pouting lips and big shiny mid brown eyes. In other words, sexy as fuck!

Due to the discomfort of her huge belly, and accompanying pregnancy complications Melody’s fiancé had urged her to quit her job when she was five months into her pregnancy. He sent money for her support. During the day the two of us were the only ones at home, as I was awaiting entrance into university, and my other sister who was twenty three worked out of town and came home only on weekends. Mom and dad who were both teachers got home around five o’clock every day. Melody and I soon became very much attached, even more than we were before, now that I had to assist her. I even accompanied her to maternity clinic at times.

Melody had never been one for modesty where dressing was concerned, and now that she was pregnant and always complaining of feeling hot and restricted, wore very little around her ample body, especially when mom and dad were not around. During her teen years our dad whose favorite she was, jokingly nicknamed her ‘quarter yard’ which he said was the amount of material needed to make one of the skimpy outfits she favored. I had always been sexually attracted to pregnant women and usually experienced massive hard ons just from looking at or thinking about them. Now with Melody waddling around the house and sitting or reclining on the sofa wide legged I was constantly aroused. Due to the short or loose stuff she wore, not a day went by without me getting flashes of her fat crotch and ass or exposed boobs. Aware that she was my sister I at first tried to fight against the swelling in my pants when I looked at her, but after always failing to control my rampant cock I gave up trying. She had to be aware of my state when around her; for on a number of occasions I’d caught her taking furtive glances at my crotch. But she didn’t seem in any way put off or concerned about the obvious bulge that greeted her eyes. I welcomed the times when she would cling to me to go upstairs, or stretch out a hand for me to help pull her up from a chair or sofa. I relished those soft brushes of her ripe body against mine.

It soon reached the stage where I was mad with lust for my sister’s pregnant body fuelled by the fact that as the days went by she became more and more careless how she sat or lay around while I was about. Sometimes I’d be sitting opposite her chatting and she’d unabashedly open her legs wide giving me a prime view of her fat pussy barley covered by thin underwear. Or she’d be lying on the sofa with one leg bent at the knee causing the short dress or over sized shirt or whatever she was wearing to ride all the way up to her splendid crotch. At times she’d have on a short robe or nightie that should be knotted at the front, but instead was left open all the way as she moved around doing whatever she was up to. It seemed that she felt secure in those states of dress because I was her brother. If only she knew how badly I wanted to fuck her. It got to where I would sneak up to her room and touch or sniff her sheet and pillow or her worn blouses, bras and panties. I love the rich musty smell of her panties crotch, and would even lick or suck on them sometimes.

One day we were sitting drinking fruit juice and chatting idly about music and other light stuff. She happened to be wearing only a loose blue open front silk robe that couldn’t stretch enough to wrap around her swollen tummy while she was in a sitting position and pink sheer panties the waist of which folded up below her belly, barely covering her crotch. She suddenly stretched out her hands for me to pull her up. I got up quickly to oblige her, unmindful of the swollen cock lurching in my soft track trousers. As she straightened up she seemed to lose her footing, and fell forward onto me, almost knocking me over. I quickly threw my arms around her and steadied our bodies. I felt her belly’s softness pressing against my hard erection. 
“That was close,” she said. Then suddenly stepping back and looking down at the front of my track trousers, she brought a hand up to her mouth and stared wide eyed at the big bulge.
“Whoa, bro, what you trying to do, give me a C section or something, is that a big knife in your pocket?” She broke into giggles.

I was lost for words, and before I could recover she waddled away in the direction of the kitchen. I looked after her departing body, at the hefty ass bouncing under the thin silk robe and the smooth rounded back of her thickened thighs and legs. I made up my mind right there that I was going to make a move on her very soon. To hell with the consequences, this was too much; I wanted to get lost in my beautiful sister’s sweet plump body and I was ready to take the leap. I wanted to feel those big, round ass cheeks and magnificent boobs in my hands. I wanted to kiss those sweet full lips and suck on her long nipples. I wanted to lick her clit and tongue her hot love tunnel till she shook in orgasm against my face. 

The next day, around mid-morning, she came downstairs wearing just a white cotton vest which failed to make it over her distended stomach, or to keep most of her lush boobs from falling out the sides. Below that was a white lace thong that also failed to do its job which was to cover her entire swollen pussy; instead it had slipped into the hot crack, leaving exposed two folds of smooth shaved pussy flesh hanging out for my hungry eyes to devour. I stared open mouthed at the sight approaching as I lay on the low sofa.

“What you watching at?” Melody asked, “Checking to see how much of my tummy you sliced away with your big knife yesterday?” she walked pass me grinning and giving me a good view of her bouncing, huge, slightly dimpled ass, the crack of which completely hid the string of her thong. She bent over a low table to pick up the TV remote and I nearly died at the sight of her fat lump of pussy peeking out at me from between her thick smooth rounded thighs. 
“This is it.” I thought as she walked back to the sofa and plumped down next to me, smelling of sweet body lotion. “I must nail that pussy today. She is practically offering it to me, even without my asking.”

About five minutes later she asked me to fix her a snack which I did. For the next hour and a half we sat watching a movie, which for a morning film had a good dose of steamy scenes. She was constantly fidgeting, her bare thighs bracing against mine. Sometimes at a tense moment of the movie she would lean heavily into me, often throwing an arm around me, causing her soft partly freed breast to crush against my arm. I knew she wanted it as much as I did, but neither of us wanted to take the really big first dive into dark taboo waters. 

At the end of the movie she said that she was suddenly feeling very tired and wanted to go upstairs for a nap. I got up and she extended her hands. I pulled her up forcefully, causing her to fall into me just like the day before. She pulled back at the feel of my hard cock against her tummy. Looking down at the tent in my boxers she said:
“What’s the matter with you bro, there you go again with that big knife of yours. I think you really want to give me a C section or something.” She stressed on the ‘something’. “And I’m not even due until another month and a half, so you’ll have to wait some to get a chance to use your knife on me” she giggled sweetly.
She stepped back a little more, and looking me in the eyes said:
“You know what, little bro; you’re a freak, and not an ordinary freak, a really big one. Imagine getting a hard on for your pregnant sister.”
I looked her straight in the face and said: “I’m an extraordinary freak my sis, because you are an extraordinarily beautiful, extraordinarily pregnant and extraordinarily sexy woman.” Her mouth fell open and she folded her arms around her stomach as she stood there staring at me wide eyed. I held her gaze, feeling her hot brown eyes boring its way into my soul. After what seemed like an eternity she spoke.
“I love that bro, I really love that. Your words make me feel so good. Come, give us a hug, knife or whatever is in there; I’ll take the chance.”
I stepped forward and hugged her tightly, feeling great as my powerful pulsing tool braced her big belly. I felt her hands softly rubbing my bare back. After about ten seconds she raised her face and planted a sudden but briefly lingering kiss on my lips, hers wet and parted, but without any tongue action involved. I was tempted to stick out my tongue but managed to restrain myself.
“Come, time for some crutch duties, help me up those stairs, I’m so tired I really need to lie down” I couldn’t help noticing the double innuendo in her words ‘crutch duties’

As we climbed the stairs she mentioned how the baby was acting up in her tummy, suggesting that it needed its regular tummy rub. I’d overheard her and mom talking about gently rubbing the tummy to soothe the baby whenever she started acting up. I had even seen her doing it on a number of occasions. I led her to the bed where she quickly deposited herself and thanked me.
As I turned to walk away, suddenly getting cold feet, I heard her softly say: “Even my arms feel so tired Mikey would you be a darling and rub my tummy a little so this little lady in here could quiet down?” 
“No problem sis” I said, trying not to show my excitement.
“There’s a little bottle with baby oil on the vanity over there” she said. Those words nearly floored me as the meaning sunk in. if she was going to have me apply oil it meant this was going to be on her bare belly, this was not going to be a rub through the fabric of her clothing as I have seen her done so often while sitting in the living room. With slightly shaky legs I went to the vanity and picked up the bottle. When I turned around and started walking back to her I noticed that she was already lying on her back, the hem of the vest hiked way up and over her tummy, settled in folds just under her breasts. She had managed to fix the small crotch piece of her thong so it just barely covered her pussy. There was a dreamy smile on her face and a faraway look in her eyes like she was high on something. I moved to the bed and sat down next to her. 
“Let me make myself comfortable and easier for you.” She said, raising one leg high and passing it over my head, bringing it down to rest on my thighs.

I poured oil on the huge sexy belly and started a gentle rub, trying hard to avoid looking at the fat tempting crotch. As I rubbed I felt my cock lurching wildly in my boxers as her leg just inches away from the hard muscle provided a sweet pressure on my thighs.
“Oh Mikey, you’re good at this, this feels so good, I’m tempted to have you add this to your daily crutch duties, if you wouldn’t mind the extra work” she said.
“I don’t mind at all Mel, anything to please you sis, you know I love you”
“Oh, you’re so sweet” she said, and gave my hand on her tummy a quick soft squeeze.
“You are sweet too” I said and brazenly leaned forward and pecked her tummy with my lips.
“Thanks”, she said, then added “rub a little lower Mikey”
I placed my hands below her belly button and heard her moan softly as my hands glided over her soft flesh. I felt her leg on my thighs move and settled softly against my throbbing erection.
“A little lower” she murmured. 
I let my hand rub just above the folded waist of her thong, feeling the plump soft rise of her mound. She shivered slightly and her hips jerked as she spread her leg wider. She raised the leg on my thigh, bending the knee and bringing the soft sole of her foot to rest on my hard cock.
“Lower baby, lower, you can rub all the way down, nothing to be afraid of, this breed of pussy doesn’t bite or scratch.” Her encouraging words were a huge turn on; I felt my entire body grow hot with desire as I let my hand softly slide under the waist of her panties. I felt the sole of her foot massaging my rampant wood. She jerked hard as I cupped the fat wet pussy in my palm.
“Oh yes baby, yes, I love that, squeeze my pussy, squeeze my pussy good, I love it. The sound of those words coming out of my sweet sister’s mouth was shocking. I squeezed as she urged, and felt her trying to wiggle under my hand’s pressure, which was a bit difficult in her bloated state, but she managed alright, and I looked on in fascination as she bumped and ground and rolled her body against my massaging hand.

After about two or three minutes of cupping and massaging her wet pussy in my palm, I hooked my fingers into the string waist and pulled at the tiny panties. At first I thought she’d had a change of mind, because she didn’t raise her hips to facilitate the removal of her underwear, she just lay there staring at me with something like shock on my face, and I wondered briefly if this episode was going to be aborted. But then she smiled slightly and raised her hips and ass enough for me to slide the thong down. I noticed a string of slimy cunt juice clinging to the panty crotch as I pulled it away from her pussy. She was really wet and gushing pleasure fluid. She raised and bent the leg on the bed, allowing me to slip the garment off. It remained dangling around the other leg. I brought my right leg up on the bed and spread it wide before sliding forward so our groin areas were almost touching. She spread her thighs wide, her left foot on the bed and her right foot on my left thigh. In that sitting position between her thighs, I grabbed my hard urgent cock and pressed it forward onto her pussy lips rubbing it against the entrance to her pink tunnel. Holding it against her wet flesh I rubbed the smooth bulging head against her stiffened clit and between the hot lips, with her all the while just staring at me and moaning softly and undulating as best she could her demanding big body.
“Push it in Mikey, push your cock into my pussy baby” I heard her snarl.
I pushed forward and entered the hot, tight sweetness hole. She gasped and threw back her head then leaned it to the side as she bit into her lip and grimaced. What looked like tears trickled from her eyes and ran down to mix with perspiration on her neck. I grabbed her full hips in both hands and pushed forward roughly. She screamed softly and her entire body trembled.
“Yes Mikey yes, fuck me strong,” she said “fuck it good and hard, it’s been so long, oh fuck, fuck, fuck. Slam my pussy baby, punish it with your hard cock. Oh gawd, how I luv this, ah, you making me feel good baby brudda.”
She tightly grabbed my hands that were on her hips and began a slow rolling and thrusting of her hips as I stroked in and out of her hungry cunt. She was drenched in sweat, and blowing hard as we fucked, brother and sister matching each other stroke for stroke.
“Let me go on my side baby, but don’t pull out.” She begged.

She brought her leg up and over my head as I leaned forward going all the way into her body to the root of my cock while I pushed back and straightened my legs alongside hers. She lay on her side backing me, my groin against her wet soft ass, and my cock to the hilt in her tight pussy. I began a slow in and out movement as she raised her leg high and bent her knee. I reached up a hand and secured it in the crook of her knee to hold her in place as I rammed her pussy. I felt my own body now begin to drip sweat. I pumped her good and fast as she grunted and cursed like some ghetto bitch, which she definitely was not, but she did it convincingly, making the hairs and pores on my body tingle with a mixture of titillation and embarrassment at her foul mouthed outbursts. As I pumped my cock into her I heard a distinct little fart escape her ass and she giggled and said: “excuse me” a few seconds later another one slipped out, causing her to giggle again. The slightest of stink odor wafted up to my nostrils, and somehow I found it enjoyable.
“You will have to excuse me bro” she said, panting “there’s a lot of gas inside me and I don’t think I can hold it back any longer, I’m sorry”
“Don’t be sorry sis, just let it out I don’t mind”
Immediately I heard the loud expulsion and felt a hot blast of wind against my groin, followed quickly by another equally forceful blast and after a few seconds a smaller one. She sighed heavily and then started laughing.
“Baby brother, you’re really fucking the shit out of me” 
About a minute later she said “grab my clit and rub it Mikey, rub my fucking clit, I want to cum now”
I released her leg, letting her rest it on my shoulder as I gently rubbed her stiff clit between my thumb and forefinger. She began to buck her body, and then I heard her making hissing sounds that grew increasingly louder as I continued my rubbing. She made a sudden grunting sound and her entire body began to tremble and jerk.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck oh gawd, fuuuckkk! She shouted loud enough to make me wonder about our neighbors.
Shortly after as her body’s explosion died down, I felt my own explosion signal its coming and I quickened my movements and started my own uncontrollable grunting.
“If you’re goin to cum I want that load in my mouth baby, I want it in my fucking mouth” she pleaded, as she felt my haste.
Just before I exploded I pulled out and quickly straddled her, ramming my bursting cock into her open waiting mouth. She clamped down on it hard sucking hungrily as I let my load loose. My body jerked roughly for several seconds, but she held my cock tightly in place inside her mouth until she had sucked me dry.
After a while I heard her start to gag and I pulled out. She cupped her hands under her chin, raised her head up a little and emptied a mouthful of cum into the soft fleshy cup. She looked at me and smiled and then began rubbing the slimy stuff all over her breasts and neck and upper arms.
“You’re not the only freak” she said softly, a satisfied look on her face. I leaned down and took a stiff cum laced nipple into my mouth and started sucking hungrily on it.
“You can bite it, not too hard though, I enjoy a little pain sometimes”

I bit into the long nipple and she winced, grabbing my back and sinking her nails into the flesh. I continued to alternate between sucking, licking and biting her nipples as I caressed the full globes of her breasts. She moaned softly throughout my mouth’s administrations. I felt my cock begin to stiffen for more action. I stretched a hand behind me and stroked her pussy that had begun to full up with moisture again. I let two fingers into the hole and worked them around gently. After some time I slid down and placed my face between her thighs, inhaling the sweet pungent female aroma before sinking my face onto the appreciative mound. I licked and tongued and bit her pussy for a long time, until, with her clit clamped tightly between my lips and my tongue tormenting it, I felt her body shudder and heard her hiss and grunt as she exploded into another orgasm. Before her shuddering could end I got up and turned her over, making her get onto her knees quickly with elbows on the mattress and her big ass high in the air. Spreading the red cheeks, I pushed my fully hard cock up to the hilt inside her. She screamed softly and pushed back against me. With my cock deep in her I began a slow rolling with my hips against her ample ass, enjoying the feel of the flesh against me. She began a slight rolling of her own, matching my movements against her. I straightened up and let her do all the moving. I leaned back a little and began slapping her chunky ass and rump, until they were smarting red with finger images.
“Yes bro, yes”, she whispered as I slapped her ass. “I love that baby”
I grabbed her rumps, deliberately sinking my fingers hard into the soft flesh, giving her the little pain she liked as I pumped her pussy with a slow but steady rhythm. She began to fart again and this urged me to quicken my pace. I came with a force unlike any I’d ever felt, and flooded her insides with hot sperm.

“I want to lie down” she whispered weakly, and I pulled out my semi hard cock from her twitching pussy.
I got up and stood at the side of the bed, looking down at my heavily pregnant bloated sister lying on her back sprawled out, her eyes closed, a satisfied little smile on her full sexy lips, as her creamy caramel body glistened with sweat. I leaned over and pressed my lips against hers causing them to open and let my tongue into her mouth to find hers. Our tongues fenced for about a minute until she leaned her head to the side causing a separation of our mouths.
“I love you Mikey” I heard her softly whisper, and right before my very eyes within seconds she was soundly asleep. I stood there for a long time allowing my eyes to examine her entire body. Our fucking continued for a year until her fiancé came home from the USA and married her. Two weeks later he went back, and we resumed our fucking which continued for another year until her and the baby left to join their father and husband. In the days that followed I missed her terribly and began to look a lot in the direction of my other less older sister, enjoying her company every chance I got when she came home on weekends, trying to gradually set the stage for intimacy.

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Introduction:

A young woman is rescued by a mysterious man… but who’s going to rescue her from him?I wrote this story mostly for myself because it’s one of my fantasies, but I thought I’d post it here anyway.

Who knows, you might enjoy it as much as I do.

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The minute he saw her, he knew he had to have her. He had already seen her quite a few times, and enjoyed watching her. 

Every day she would come downtown on the train and wander around taking pictures of anything and everything that interested her. She was always alone, and she never seemed to be going anywhere specific.

The first thing that caught his attention, the first time he saw her, was the way she walked; she stood straight with her shoulders back, proudly showing off her body. But also hesitant, every few seconds she would glance downward as if unsure of herself.

It was like there were two different sides to her, fighting for control; she wanted to be confident but at the same time she was submissive.

She was beautiful; she had long, smooth, tan legs leading up to a small, sexy butt. Her stomach was flat and her hips curved to give her an hourglass figure. 

She had firm and perky C cup breasts that bounced as she walked. And her face was perfect, a small nose, high cheekbones, full pink lips, and Jade green eyes rimmed with long lashes.

Her hair was long and wavy, light brown that shone with gold in the sunlight. She looked about nineteen or twenty. 

She was usually wearing jean shorts that showed off her butt, a loose colorful top, and running shoes. Today she wore dark jean shorts, a green tank-top that matched her eyes, and had her camera bag slung over one shoulder.

He watched her stride down the busy downtown street, it was a weekday, and at noon there were quite a few business men and women on the street out for their lunch breaks. 

She moved easily between the crowds, occasionally he would see a businessman walk past her and then stop to turn and stare.

He knew exactly what they were thinking, but she didn’t seem to notice them.

Eventually she stopped and sat down outside a small café. She ordered a small coffee and sat watching the crowds walk by.

He moved closer, watching her from afar.

A few minutes later, a boy who looked to be about twenty sat down in the chair across from her, looking cocky. 

He was dressed in a tank top that showed off his multiple tattoos, he wore a baseball cap turned backwards and a pair of large sunglasses. He looked like the biggest asshole in the world.

At first it seemed as if she knew him, but as she glanced around uneasily, obviously trying to avoid making eye contact with him, it became apparent that she did not.

“Hey baby, you’re smokin’ hot. If you come back to my place we could have a good time.”

She looked stunned and slightly afraid. 

“No thank you.” She murmured, staring into her coffee.

“Aw come on baby! I’ll fuck you good.” 

He leaned across the table, looking her up and down.

“No.” 

This time she said it more firmly, flushing bright red.

“What’s the matter? My dick ain’t good enough for you?” He looked angry.

Without another word she stood, placed a few dollars on the table for the coffee, and walked away.

The asshole got up and followed her at a distance.

Her stride became faster and she kept glancing behind her. Ducking out of the crowds and around a corner she bolted into an empty alleyway. 

Thinking she’d lost him, she slowed down.

Suddenly two boys dressed similarly to the first turned into the alleyway ahead of her and began striding toward her. 

She turned back and began to run just as the boy who had been following her turned the corner. Before she could react she was pinned against the wall with a hand covering her mouth.

Twisting her arms behind her back roughly, the three boys dragged her toward the darker, more secluded section of the alley.

“Aw fuck man, you were right, she’s hot.” The one holding her wrists said to the first boy as he groped her. 

The other newcomer nodded excitedly, his eyes glazed over.

“Keep your voice down dipshit, or someone’ll hear!” The first boy- who seemed to be their leader- ordered.

“So who gets her first?” asked the second boy as he bound her wrists together tightly behind her back with rope.

As she suddenly realized what was about to happen to her, she began struggling frantically. Biting her captors hand, he flinched and uncovered her mouth. 

She let out a scream, but before anyone could hear her, she was cut off by a hard punch to the stomach. 

Winded and in pain she crumbled to the ground.

“Shut the fuck up bitch!” The first boy roared at her. Dragging her to her feet, he stuffed a piece of cloth in her mouth and tied it behind her head.

“She bit my fucking hand!” the second boy screamed in outrage.

“She bit my fucking hand! I’m fucking bleeding!” 

Ignoring him, the leader pulled a small blade out of his pocket and pressed it against her throat.

“Now listen to me bitch, you’re going to do everything I say, and if you don’t, you’ll regret it.” He growled, pushing the cold blade harder against her neck. 

“Got it?” 

She trembled, frozen, staring up at him. 

“Answer me bitch!” He screamed in her face.

She nodded, whimpering softly.

“You’re going to regret ever saying no to me bitch.” 

He started tearing at her clothes, groping her breasts beneath her shirt roughly.

Slipping the knife back into his pocket and spinning her around, he pushed her against the wall and began grinding the bulge in his pants against her ass. 

Leaning closer to her ear he whispered “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk when I’m done.”

He began undoing his zipper as she whimpered, when suddenly she heard two startled screams behind them. 
The boy spun to see what was happening just as a fist hit him square in the face, knocking him to the ground.

She turned to see all three boys knocked to the ground, stunned and bleeding.

A large man stood over the leader, looking angry. He crouched down and, pulling the knife out of the boy’s pocket, he pressed it against his neck.

“If you ever touch another woman, I will find you, and I will kill you. Do you understand?” 

The stranger’s voice was hard and cold. He was terrifying.

The boy just laid there, shocked, staring up into the man’s angry face.

“Answer me bitch.” The stranger commanded calmly as he pushed the cold blade harder against the boys neck.

Nodding furiously, the boy scrambled backward.

“The same goes for the two of you!” He spun and looked down at the two stunned and silent boys that had been watching, terrified.

Nodding and wide-eyed, the two boys stumbled backward, trying to get up. They took off clumsily down the alleyway while their leader stumbled after them.

The stranger strode confidently after them and, stopping abruptly, he whipped the blade in his hand straight at the leader.

It struck the boy squarely in the calf as he let out a startled scream of pain. The other two continued running. 

Without turning, and too afraid to stop, the boy limped away as quickly as he possibly could around the corner.

Unmoving and breathing heavily, the stranger stood staring at where the boys had been, his fists clenched.

The girl didn’t move. She couldn’t see his face, and although he had just saved her, she was still terrified of what this man might do next. So she sat trembling against the wall, her knees drawn to her chest, watching him.

As if realizing that she was still there, the man spun on his heel and strode toward her. Kneeling in front of her, he leaned in to untie the cloth covering her mouth. 

She flinched and scrambled away from him.

“Sit still.” He commanded.

She backed further into the corner as he walked toward her again. She looked absolutely terrified.

He stopped to look her over. Her shirt was torn and he could see a bruise already starting to form on her ribs.

Slowly he crouched in front of her again.

“It’s alright, I won’t hurt you.” 

His features softened and his deep voice became calm and soothing.

He leaned toward her again to untie the gag, and she sat still for him. Helping her to her feet, he gently spun her around to untie her wrists.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

She turned, rubbing her newly freed wrists, and glanced uneasily up at him and then back down again. 

“Lily,” she replied quietly.

“Your clothes are pretty torn up, and my apartment is just a block away. Come with me and I’ll give you something to wear.”

It sounded more like a command than a choice.

Lily glanced down at her half torn shirt. Realizing that this strange man could see quite a bit of her body, she blushed and covered herself with her arms. 

He handed her the leather jacket he had been wearing and she covered herself with it.

She wasn’t sure what she should do; she didn’t quite trust this man, and she certainly didn’t want to go to his apartment. 

But she also didn’t want to walk all the way home half naked, and she was afraid that the other boys might come back. 

So, reluctantly, she nodded to the stranger and without another word, he led her to his apartment.

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As she followed him down the sidewalk, Lily looked the stranger over.

He was very handsome. He was about 6’1”, well muscled, and looked to be in his early thirties. His hair was dark brown and slightly messy, but in a sexy way. He had sharp features and a strong angular jaw covered in dark stubble. 

His eyes were dark green and shone with intelligence. He strode forward with confidence, keeping one hand on the small of her back, almost possessively. 

She was glad for her long legs or she may not have been able to keep up with him.

His apartment was only about ten minutes away from where they had been. The building they arrived at seemed fairly new and modern, it was elegant, with black marble floors and chandeliers in the lobby. 

He steered her into the elevator, nodding to the man at the head desk as they passed by.

Much to Lily’s surprise, he pushed the button for the Penthouse on the 60th floor. 

They rode the elevator in silence, occasionally he would glance down at her, looking her over. 

His hand never left her back.

A few seconds later the elevator dinged and came to a halt. He entered a code into a small keypad under the elevator buttons. The small red light on the pad turned green and there was another ding as the doors opened up into a huge apartment.

He allowed her to get out first. She stepped out onto the soft white carpet and glanced around the room in awe. It was amazing. 

The elevator doors closed behind them and without a word he wandered off down the short set of stairs in front of them and around the corner. 

Unsure if she was supposed to follow him, she stood unmoving and surveyed the room; The floor at the bottom of the stairs was dark oak hardwood and polished, there was a small wooden table in the center of the foyer with a small bouquet of dark red roses in the middle.

The walls were light brown, and there were beautiful black and white photos of cities around the world spread out all along them.

She could see part of a large window in the room straight ahead, and part of a black leather couch. 

Her curiosity got the better of her and she wandered into the next room.

Huge was too small a word for this apartment, this was a mansion. 

The wall straight ahead of her was made completely of floor to ceiling windows, with a breath-taking view of the city. 

To her left was a stone wall made up of different colored rocks, with a large gray stone fireplace at the bottom. In front of the fireplace was a black shag rug and a long black leather L shaped couch, with a small glass coffee table in front of it, and a matching chair on the opposite side. 

The fireplace was lit and flickering gently.

To her right was a black grand piano and two smaller black leather chairs that matched the couch. 

There was a banister behind the piano and a tall black iron spiral staircase that led down to an immaculate and beautiful modern kitchen.

The entire apartment was well furnished and very masculine.

Setting her camera bag down against the wall, she wandered over to the window and looked out onto the city; they were high above downtown, she could see most of the city from where she stood. The sun was just beginning to set and a soft orange glow lit up the surrounding skyscrapers. 

“Beautiful isn’t it?” 

He had come up behind her silently, and she jumped.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you” his voice was deep and smooth.

Lily stared up at him, unable to move or speak.

“You can change into this.”

He handed her a large, clean, dark-green T-shirt, which she assumed was his.

“Thanks.” She murmured as she tentatively took it from him.

He just watched her, as if expecting her to change in front of him.

“Oh” he suddenly realized what she wanted. 

“The bedroom is down that hallway and to the left, there’s a bathroom attached where you can change.”

He looked slightly disappointed.

She nodded and wandered off down the hall. He watched her go.

Finding his bedroom, she wandered in and glanced around the room.

It was similar to the rest of the apartment; lots of black and brown, modern and comfortable with a few paintings on the walls. 

Against the far wall was a huge king-size bed covered in soft looking dark brown sheets and pillows. The wall to her right was made up of one large window.

She wandered into the bathroom around the corner and closed the door; there was no lock.

Removing his leather jacket, she examined herself in the mirror; her green tank top was completely torn to shreds, and she could see a few bruises forming on her ribs. 

One of the straps on her lacy black bra was broken and part of it was ripped, so she removed it completely. Her shorts were also torn and the zipper was broken, so she removed them too. 

Luckily she was wearing her tight women’s boxer shorts, instead of her usual skimpy panties, so she didn’t feel too naked.

She pulled the too-big T-shirt over her head, bunched her torn clothes into a ball and threw them in the trash.

The shirt came down almost to her knees- like a short dress.

She wandered out of the bedroom and back into the room where she’d left him. He was sitting on the couch in front of the fire. He seemed to be lost in thought.

She cautiously wandered over to the fireplace and he looked up with a smile when he noticed her, looking her up and down appraisingly. 

She suddenly felt much more naked.

“Would you like something to eat?” he asked suddenly, getting up from the couch and moving toward the spiral stairs.

“No thank you.” she was hungry, but she wanted out of this strange man’s apartment more.

“Nonsense, you must be starving.” He ignored her and wandered down the stairs. 

He seemed to have a slight accent she hadn’t noticed before. 

Unsure whether she should follow him or bolt out the door, she stayed in place.

Before she could make her decision, he came back up the stairs with a plate of cheese and fruit and placed it on the table by the fire.

He sat down in the chair by the window and beckoned her over.

“Come and eat something.” Once again, it was a command.

She slowly walked over and sat on the couch opposite him. 

She surveyed the handsome stranger suspiciously and realized that she didn’t know his name.

“Who are you?” she blurted without thinking, a slow blush creeping over her face.

He looked up at her from selecting a grape, and a small smile appeared on his lips.

He was silent for a moment and then replied “My name is Nikolae.”

He was one of the sexiest men she’d ever seen, she felt her throat catch and her face get hot as he looked her over. 

There was an air of importance to him, he was well groomed and sounded intelligent, his posture exuded confidence. 

He was obviously very well-educated and successful, so why was he being so nice to her?

He watched her silently, casually leaning back in his chair, arms spread out on the back. He was wearing a black button-up shirt, and dark jeans. 

He slowly began running his finger across his bottom lip absently, staring at something.

She followed his gaze to between her legs and realized that she had been sitting with her legs spread, displaying her panties.

She quickly closed her knees and pulled the shirt over them, covering herself. She flushed an even brighter red.

He looked back up into her eyes, a crooked smile on his face. 

There was something in his eyes as he looked at her, something that made her want to bolt for the door.

“Thank you for saving me.” She said suddenly, wanting to break the silence.

“I don’t know what would have happened to me if you hadn’t been there.” She said, embarrassed. 

She shuddered as she had a sudden flashback of the day’s events. 

He let out a small sigh and leaned forward, uncrossing his legs.

“You’re welcome.” 

“Eat something” he said, gesturing to the fruit.

She glanced at the fruit wearily and then picked up a strawberry and took a small bite; it was the best strawberry she’d ever had. She reached for another.

He was back to watching her. 

She was beautiful. He watched her pink lips wrap around the strawberry. 

She probably tasted like strawberries, he thought. He wanted to taste her, ALL of her.

Noticing the look on his face, she fidgeted uncomfortably, glancing toward the elevator door.

“Why were you downtown alone?” he asked suddenly.

His question threw her off, she didn’t expect him to ask.

“Err… I like taking pictures” she nodded toward her camera bag.

“Sometimes I like to come downtown and take pictures of people.”

“You couldn’t come with someone? Friends? Boyfriend?” he questioned further.

“I just moved here and I live alone in a small apartment. My family lives’ in another city…. and I have no boyfriend.” 

She looked down at her hands.

She had never been a very popular girl, she was the weird girl. Most of her time in High School was spent in the library reading. 

Most guys wouldn’t even talk to her, she never understood why. Sometimes she saw them staring, but they would never say anything. She’d never even been on a date before, she had always just assumed that guys weren’t attracted to her. In fact, she had never even been kissed.

Eventually she had learned to live with it, although she often felt lonely… not to mention horny. She fantasized quite a bit, mostly about older men. Boys her age were too immature for her, she liked mature, intelligent, dominant men. Usually she fantasized about her teachers.

He couldn’t understand how such a beautiful girl didn’t have a boyfriend.

“So are you going to school here?”

“No… I just graduated a few months ago actually, with a Journalism degree.” 

She didn’t want to answer any more of his personal questions.

“I moved here for a job, but I don’t start for another month.”

“A Journalist? Beauty and brains…” he looked surprised.

She blushed at the compliment; no one had ever called her beautiful before… or smart, for that matter.

“I’m not beautiful.” She murmured, flushing a deeper red.

He stared at her, eyebrows raised.

“You are very beautiful.” He seemed slightly bemused.

She stared at him with wide eyes. Why was this man, this handsome, sexy man- who could have any woman he wanted- interested in her?

She stood abruptly, stepping away from him.

“Thank you for everything you’ve done, I wish there was some way for me to repay you.”

At that, his eyes lit up and he stood gracefully.

“Perhaps there is a way…” his voice was calm and smooth again.

He moved toward her as she began to back away.

“I should probably leave before it gets dark…” her voice trailed off as he came closer.

Her back was against the wall now as he towered over her.

“Stay” he said softly, staring at her lips.

“I really can’t stay, really, you’ve been so kind, I don’t want to take up any more of your time…” 

She began to ramble as he leaned closer.

He was only a few inches away as she started to panic.

She tried to move to the side and go around him so that she could bolt for the elevator, but he blocked her with his arms, his hands on the wall on either side of her head. 

Before she could think of what to do next, his mouth was on hers. She tensed and her eyes went wide, his mouth was warm and firm as his tongue looked for a way past her lips. Before she could react, her body took over and her lips parted. 

His tongue darted into her mouth, exploring, as his hands moved down to explore her body. She relaxed and her eyes closed as his one hand moved to cup her breast with an expert touch.

She did taste like strawberries.

Suddenly, as she realized what was happening, her eyes flew open and she brought up her knee to push him away, kicking him in the shin.

He released her, letting out a cry of pain and surprise as she bolted for the elevator door.

Grabbing her camera and running to the other room, she reached the elevator to find that there was another keypad similar to the one she had seen on the inside before. She punched random codes into the pad, desperately trying to get out.

Seconds later, Nikolae came striding into the room; he looked angry.

She glanced around the room, looking for another way out, as he made his way up the stairs.

“You can’t leave.” He said coolly.

Unable to find another way out, she darted around him and back down the stairs. He lunged to grab her but missed.

Now he was really mad. No woman had ever said no to him. He would have this girl whether she liked it or not.

Lily ran through the other room, down the iron staircase, and into the kitchen. She ran for a door on the far side of the kitchen, however, when she tried to open it, it was locked.

There was a small counter in the center of the kitchen and she dove behind it.

Calmly, Nikolae came down the stairs with the fluid grace of a panther; He knew there was nowhere left for her to run.

Sitting on the bottom step, he blocked her only way out. 

“Lily, come out, you can’t hide.” His calm voice made her hesitate.

“I just want to make love to you. Come here.” Although it was an order and his voice was firm, he sounded calm and gentle.

She considered going to him, she felt strangely aroused. However, her fear got the better of her and she stayed in place. It wasn’t so much a fear of him as it was a fear of not having any experience. She had no idea how to have sex.

He waited for a few minutes, knowing she would have to come out eventually, but when she didn’t move or reply after a few minutes, he began to get angry again.

Standing, he stepped away from the stairs and stalked toward the counter. 

“Lily, I’ll give you one more chance. Come to me now.” He was losing his calm and this time his voice had an edge to it.

Hearing him get closer, she stood up and faced him; he was on the opposite side of the square counter. 

“Come here.” He commanded firmly.

She did not reply, she only glanced around him, looking for a way out.

He lunged to the side suddenly, reaching around to grab her, but she was too fast. She ran around the opposite side and toward the stairs.

Now he was really mad. 

Forget making love, he thought, I’m going to fuck her until she screams my name.

His eyes were cold as he ran for her, she hadn’t expected him to be so fast and he caught her arm just as she reached the stairs.

Before she had a chance to fight back, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. She flailed and hit his back, but he didn’t care, and he was too strong for her to break free.

“Put me down!” she continued to struggle.

The shirt slid up over her back as he carried her up the stairs, giving him a nice view of her perfect ass. He smiled smugly, pleased with himself.

He carried her down the hall and into his room, tossing her onto his large bed. He pulled the door shut and locked it.

Taking the few seconds of freedom, Lily scrambled to the edge of the bed and searched for something she could use to defend herself.

He was not amused. He strode toward her, a steely determined look on his face. He didn’t know what it was about her, but he wanted this girl more than any woman he had ever met.

He grabbed her and, in one swift movement, tossed her back onto the bed.

Although he didn’t want to admit it, he was enjoying this game. He was extremely aroused and could feel his cock twitch in anticipation.

Moving to the side of the bed, he grabbed her ankle as she tried to climb away, flipping her onto her back and pulling her toward him. 

He held her wrists together above her head while he climbed on top of her to straddle her hips. She was pinned to the bed by his body. 

Feeling something hard poking into her, she looked down to see a large bulge in his jeans.

She looked up at him with wide eyes, unable to speak. He leaned in to kiss her again, more roughly this time, and then sat back up to look at her.

The first thing he noticed was her small nipples grow hard under the shirt. He slid one hand under the shirt to play with one while he kissed her, as his other hand continued to hold her hands above her head. 

She wriggled and then arched her back to meet his touch as a small moan escaped her mouth. He chuckled softly, knowing exactly what he was doing to her.

She opened her eyes and blushed, realizing what she had just done. Regaining control she started to wriggle away from him again.

He frowned and held her in place.

“Sit still” he growled and pressed down on her more firmly.

Removing his hand from her shirt he slid it down over her stomach and into her panties.

She gasped and her eyes widened as she felt his finger stroke her sex. 

He smiled and leaned down to kiss her neck as his fingers slid back and forth along her pussy lips. She was VERY wet. 

Knowing he’d made her so wet so easily just made him harder.

Suddenly he sat up, removing his hand from her panties and releasing her hands. In one swift movement he grasped her shirt and ripped it in half.

She gasped, startled by his action and embarrassed that half of her was now completely naked, her perky breasts exposed to him. 

“Much better” he said with a smug look on his face.

He grinned at her and grabbed her wrists again, pinning her back down.

Leaning over her he began to kiss his way toward her chest. 

She closed her eyes tightly and tried to resist the urge to give in and let him take her completely. She refused to give him the satisfaction.

He soon reached her perfect breasts where he proceeded to kiss and lick his way over them and suck one of her erect pink nipples into his mouth. 

She moaned quietly, unable to stop herself as this stranger manipulated her with his expert touch.

Suddenly, he bit down gently on her nipple, making her yelp.

“That was for kicking me.” He murmured with a grin when she looked up at him in surprise.

He then went back down to give the other breast the same treatment, eliciting more moans from her.

He had begun to kiss his way down her stomach when, much to her dismay, he rolled off of her. He stood next to the bed, a frown on his face, and then swiftly pulled off his jeans.

Her eyes widened as he straightened to reveal a very, very, large bulge in his boxers. 

He grinned when he realized what she was staring at.

The source of his discomfort now removed, he climbed back on top of her and pinned her arms to her side as she wriggled away from him.

He didn’t care that she was fighting him anymore; he just wanted to fuck her.

Moving his leg in between hers, he pried her legs apart with one knee, preventing her from closing them.

He placed his well-muscled arms on either side of her and kissed his way down her neck.

She began pushing at his chest with all of her strength, hitting him and trying to make him move off of her.

He didn’t budge.

Grasping both wrists in one large hand he held them above her head again and kissed her forcefully, his tongue exploring her mouth as she fought him.

Suddenly a sharp pain shot through his lip as she bit him.

“OW! FUCK! You little…” 

He glared at her as she looked up at him in defiance. 

She could taste his blood on her lips.

That was the last straw, he would break her, and she was going to like it.

Reaching down, he pulled her panties to the side and slid one long finger into her slowly.

She gasped and let out a loud moan.

He stopped kissing her suddenly, surprised by how wet and tight she was. He hadn’t fucked a woman this tight since he was a teenager. He could feel his cock twitch at the thought.

She gasped and her eyes flew open as he slid a second finger into her and began to finger-fuck her.

“Wait!” She began to squirm again.

He frowned and grasped her wrists again with one large hand, holding her still.

“And why would I do that?” he murmured distractedly, still focused on finger-fucking her.

She mumbled something and he almost missed it.

“What?” he looked up from his task to stare at her, eyebrows raised in surprise.

She flushed as she met his eyes.

I’m a virgin.” It was barely a whisper.

He removed his fingers from her and loosened his grip on her wrists.

She didn’t have a hymen, but he knew that she was telling the truth by how tight she was and by the way that she was blushing.

“Please let me go.” She whispered.

He had no intention of letting her go. If anything, this made him even more excited.

“If you don’t try to run again, I won’t hurt you.” was his reply.

He released her wrists and stood up. She watched him uneasily and propped herself up on her arms, but didn’t try to run.

“Are you still going to…” she trailed off as he began to remove first his shirt, then his boxers.

“Yes, I’m still going to fuck you.” He finished her sentence.

“But if you obey me, I will be gentle.”

Her eyes widened as he pulled down his boxers to reveal his thick, nine-inch cock. 

He smiled and climbed back on top of her, pinning her down and kissing her passionately.

Sliding two fingers back into her as he kissed her, he began pumping them in and out again. 

She moaned and lifted her hips as he inserted a third finger while rubbing her clit with his thumb.

Wedging her legs apart with one knee, he positioned his cock at her entrance and slid his fingers out of her.

Caught off guard, she started to struggle again, doing her best to push him off of her. But it was no use, he was too heavy.

“Wait, no…” before she could protest further he slipped his fingers into her mouth, forcing her to taste her own pussy juices, and then slowly began to push his length into her. She was incredibly wet and tight.

He moaned loudly as her tight, hot, cunt squeezed his cock.

Removing his now-clean fingers from her mouth, he leaned down and kissed her roughly, moving a hand down to rub her clit. She moaned and wrapped her legs around him, unable to fight him any longer. 

This just egged him on and it took everything he had not to plunge into her and fuck her senseless. Slowly he pushed into her until he had almost completely filled her. He moaned loudly. 

She was so tight that he had to wait until she had adjusted to him before he could even begin to fuck her in earnest.

Her mouth opened in a silent moan and she squeezed her eyes shut, as he began to fuck her faster.

She gasped, biting her lip to stop herself from making any sound.

“Scream for me.” He grunted.

She opened her eyes and looked up at him.

“Tell me what you want.” His voice was deep and sexy.

When she didn’t respond, he stopped moving.

“Tell me what you want me to do.” This time it was an order.

She wriggled in vain, trying to make him move. It was no use.

Her eyes pleaded with him, she was on the brink of orgasm and he knew it.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you.” He repeated.

He knew he was torturing her.

Her already flushed cheeks turned brighter pink.

“I want you to fuck me.” She whispered, embarrassed.

“What was that?” He smiled smugly.

Fuck me!” She shouted in frustration.

“Be careful what you wish for.” He grinned a wolfish grin and began moving inside of her again.

Her mind now taken over by pleasure, she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, digging her nails into his back.

He let out an almost animalistic growl and began to fuck her faster.

She felt so good around his cock; wet, warm and tight.

“Oh FUCK!” He yelled as he started to really pound her, no longer caring whether or not he might hurt her.

AHHH! OH GOD YES!” She was moaning uncontrollably now. She arched her back, allowing him to go deeper, as a mind-blowing orgasm consumed her.

“Fuck. You. Are. So. TIGHT.” He grunted in-between each thrust as he fucked her mercilessly.

He knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Her pussy was now massaging his cock with every thrust as yet another orgasm rocked through her, making her scream.

Uh, uh… YES!” She shouted.

“Say my name.” He commanded between grunts.

She moaned loudly and arched her back, pushing her breasts against his chest.

“Nikolae!” she moaned.

LOUDER!” He commanded, pounding her even harder, her moans spurring him on.

“Uh… OH, OHHHHhhhh! YES! FUCK ME NIKOLAE!” She moaned loudly, having another orgasm.

At that moment he knew she was his.

Hearing her shout his name, as she finally gave in, put him over the edge and he could feel his balls tighten.

“Oh FUCK! I’m cumming!

Her eyes shot open as she realized what was about to happen.

He could feel her try to get away from him so that he wouldn’t cum inside her, but he held her down.

“AHHHHHhhhhhhh! FUCK YES!” He shouted as he buried his entire length into her pussy and shot his huge load deep inside her.

The feeling of his hot cum filling her felt so good that she was pushed over the edge again, having one last mind-blowing orgasm.

He collapsed on-top of her, un-moving, letting his cock go soft inside her.

As he pulled out of her and rolled to the side she could feel their mixed juices flood out of her.

She panted, unable to move.

He rolled onto his side and pulled her against him, her back against his hard chest and his arm draped over her stomach.

Burrowing his nose into her hair, he inhaled her subtle scent of vanilla.

She wasn’t sure whether she wanted to run away and never see him again, or if she wanted to stay with him forever.

Before she could decide, she fell asleep in his arms.

To be continued…
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Author’s note: Please feel free to comment. This is my first story, so any (helpful) feedback is appreciated. I’ll probably post a sequel to this, although it may take some time.

This all happened in the summer where I turned 18. Every year, my parents went on vacation for a few weeks, usually abroad. In the years before, I went with them, but seeing as I felt too mature to go on vacation with my parents, I decided to stay home this year. I hadn’t planned much to do yet, so in the beginning I just stayed home most of the times, occasionally meeting with my friends. One of those friends was Jake. We met in school, and, like me, he had also just graduated. We hung out a lot and got along very well, and I considered him to be one of my best friends, if not the best.

It happened on a pretty awful day. It had been cloudy all the time, and it was fairly cold outside, so I decided to stay indoors for the day. I got a call from Jake asking if he could come over, maybe to play some games. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary so I said sure. Half an hour later he was at my door. The day went by normally, as we spent most of the time playing videogames, talking, and just hanging out. 

As we were playing, Jake suddenly stopped and turned to face me.

“Hey, there’s something I need to tell you.”

His voice sounded very serious. “Uh sure, what is it?”, I asked.

“I’m… gay.” I think he expected me to be surprised, but I wasn’t. I actually kinda knew for a while now. He just didn’t seem interested in girls, but rather in the other sex (or same, depending how you look at it). I still didn’t really know how to respond though.

“Oh”, was all I really could manage.

“You don’t sound very surprised…”, he looked at me with a questioning face.

“Well, no, not really. I’ve had my suspicions for a while now actually.”

It was his turn to not really know what to say now. I guess he expected this conversation to go a little different. 

“So what about you then?”, he asked.

“What about me?”

“Still straight, or have you expanded your horizons?”, he said with a little laugh.

“Uh, yeah, nothing’s changed.” I was a little confused about why he was asking me this. “Why do you say that?”

“I saw your search history. You should be a little more carefull with that.” 

Now I was surprised, and a little shocked. It was true I let him use my laptop a while back, but it didn’t really occur to me then that I might have forgotten to delete my search history. Fuck.

“Well, ok then, you saw that. So what? Not like I watch gay porn.”

“No, but the stuff you watch…”

“What about it?” I was getting a little annoyed by these ‘accusations’. 

“It was all anal!”, Jake exclaimed, “you seem pretty obsessed with it. Nothing but asslicking, anal, ass-to-mouth…”

“So? A lot of straight guys are in to those kinds of things.”

“Yeah, but straight girls usually aren’t. I’m guessing you’ve never actually done anything like that, have you?”

“Uh, no. I’m still only 18. Plenty of time to try those things… if I wanted to.”

“True. But gay guys pretty much only have anal to do. And a lot do the other stuff as well.”

“Okaaay…”, I didn’t know what to say at this point, nor did I really like where the conversation was going.

“You’ve never thought about doing any of those things… with a guy?”

“No! Of course not. You know I’m straight.”

“I’m just saying, there are a lot of gays who would be happy to help you with those fantasies…”

I didn’t say anything, but just looked at him weirdly.

“I just thought maybe you would want to try those things… with me.”

Again I didn’t say anything. Now I was just shocked, staring at him with my mouth slightly open. Did he just say he wanted to have… sex with me?

“It’s not like I have a crush on you or anything, but you’re still pretty attractive. And when I saw what you’re into, I just figured, maybe, you actually wanted to do that with someone.”

“What? No, man, that’s just… weird.”

“It doesn’t have to be! It’s something purely sexual. It’s just you fulfilling your sexual fantasies… and I can help with that. How about we just start off with something simple?”

“I don’t know about this man”, I said, “it’s still very weird.” 

“Are you sure about that?”, he asked, now with a grin on his face, “cause that bulge in your pants seems to say otherwise.”

Damn, I thought, busted. It’s true that all this talking about doing what I had been fantasizing about had made me horny, even though I was still very reluctant about the entire idea. But still, my rock hard cock wasn’t lying, and it was hard to hide its entire 8 inches.

“So you’re sure you don’t want to do this?”, Jake said as he stood up and slowly moved towards me, with that same grin on his face. He got on his knees as he got closer, and slowly crawled his way between my legs, and I couldn’t help but move them apart to give him better access. As he sat there between my legs, he then moved his hand over to my leg, as he moved it towards the big bulge in my shorts. “You sure you don’t want to do this then?”, he asked again, when he finally reached my dick and began stroking it, making me breathe even heavilier than I had been. I couldn’t say anything at this point, because I actually really, really did want to do it, whatever it was going to be. 

Next, he moved both hands towards the zipper of my shorts, slowly undoing them, and starting to pull them down. I moved my hips up for a second to help him get them off, leaving me in my boxers. Again, he started to massage my dick through the fabric, and the incredible feeling made my cock twitch even harder, before he slowly started to take of my 
boxers as well, until the entire girth of my dick sprang free. Jake was now genuinely smiling, staring at my penis.

“Wow, it’s even bigger than I hoped for!” He exlaimed. ” And so nicely trimmed too. It might be hard to make that thing fit, but I think we can make it work.” Next, still smiling and now staring into my eyes, he grabbed my hard-on and started stroking it, pointing it upwards, after which he moved his face towards my groin and started to lick my balls. I just sat there, mouth wide open, breathing heavily, as m friend was jacking me off and licking and sucking my balls. He again took it another step further, as he moved his mouth towards the tip of my dick, first gently licking it, and then opening his lips to take it in his mouth. The incredible, awesome feeling of his warm, wet mouth on my penis just got better and better, as he took more and more of it into his mouth, sucking on it all the time. He then started to move his mouth up and down, as he massaged my balls. He kept licking the underside of my shaft with his tongue, and he kept doing this for a few more minutes. He then let go of my cock with his mouth and sat back for a few seconds, before asking me, 

“so… you wanna fuck my ass now?”

“Really?”, I asked, “I mean, you sure you can take that?”, as I was not sure if my huge throbbing member wouldn’t hurt him too bad.

“I think I can handle it.”, he said, again that wicked grin on his face, as he probably knew full well what he was doing. “But maybe it’s better if we go to your bedroom.”

And so he stood up and headed up the stairs to my room, my cock in fast pursuit. As reluctant as I was at first, the idea of fucking his tight little ass almost made me drool now.

Once we were in my room, he took a small bottle of lube out of his pocket and placed it on the bed. Just how sure was he that we were going to end up doing this? Next he started taking of his shirt and shorts, leaving him completely naked. He was also neatly shaven, like me. After he had thrown his boxers to the side, he took the bottle of lube and squirted a generous amount into his hand and started lubricating my dick with it, making sure to cover the entire thing. The cold, moist feeling sent a shiver through my body, after which he turned around and got on the floor on his hands and feet. He lowered his head to the floor, with his ass up (which turned out to be completely hairless), and used some of the left-over lube from his hand on his asshole, fingering his hole with one, and then two fingers. Once finished, he turned his head around and told me he was ready, spreading his ass-cheeks with his hands.

“Ok, go ahead.”

“You’re sure about this, right?”

“Yes, I’m sure. Now shove your big, hard cock in my tight little asshole”, he commanded.

This was more than enough encouragement for me, and I moved closer to him, pointing my dick at his ass. I placed the tip at his hole, and started to apply pressure, slowly squeezing it in. Jake started to moan and grunt at as I increased the pressure on his asshole, until the tip finally popped in.

“Oh fuck”, he sighed, “keep going.” I kept forcing my cock in, inching my entire length into his hole, until I was finally balls deep inside of him. I’d never done anal, and the feeling of having every bit of my penis in this soft, warm, wet enviromnent was almost enough to make me cum right there. Fortunately I didn’t, and started fucking his ass properly. I pulled out almost all the way, then pushing it in again, still slowly, but faster and faster, until I was going at a steady pace. Jake kept moaning and grunting all the time, talking dirty.

“Hmm oh yeah, fuck my ass. Fuck it hard.”

I had lost all inhibition at this point, and I really didn’t care about acting gay or not. 

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?”

“Yes daddy, I wanna be your little fucktoy, you can fuck me any way you want.”

I was a little surprised about what he just said, but it turned me on nonetheless.

“Ok then, take it like the fucking whore you are.”

I sped up again, really thrusting hard in and out of his tight hole. I felt I was coming close, but Jake stopped me before I came.

“Wait, lets do a different position”, he said, breathing heavily, as he climbed on the bed, letting me fuck him missionary style, bending his legs back. 

“Ok, stick it in me, daddy. Pound your little fucktoy’s hole.”

I obliged him, quickly shoving my dick all the way in his ass. It slid in really easy this time. I started fucking him at the same speed as before, and I didn’t take long before I felt I was coming close again.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

“Yes daddy, come deep inside me”, he pleaded. The sight of my dick rapidly entering his asshole, together with all this hot dirty-talk, pushed me over the edge. I thrust one last time with all my force, getting every inch of my cock inside of him, and started cumming like I had never cummed before. 

“Oh fuck, cumming, nnnngggggghhh”

I shot off wad after wad of my jizz, which seemed to go on forever, as I was staring into his eyes while he moaned in excitement. 

When I had finally come down from my orgasm, I pulled out slowly, as a little cum started to ooze out. His hole was gaping slightly, which looked incredibly hot. I then collapsed on the bed next to him. 

Next thing I know, he suddenly sat upright next to me, and moved his head towards my groin. I stopped him before he reached it.

“Whoah, what the fuck are you doing?”, I asked, slightly shocked at his intentions.

“Scratching off another thing from your list. Why?”, he said, as if it was completely normal.

“Yeah, but I’d only do it if I knew it was clean, like in the porn. You do realise that’s just been in your ass right?”

“Yeah I know. But don’t worry, it’s clean. I mean, I cleaned out my ass before I got here.”

“Just how sure were you we were gonna end up fucking?”, I asked, even more surprised than before.

He smiled. “I was pretty confident. I can be very persuasive, you know. So are you going to let me clean your cum and ass-covered cock or what?”

I didn’t respond, but just let him get to it. He continued moving his head towards my groin, and started licking at the base of my cock, making sure he covered every square inch. He took my penis in his mouth and started gently sucking on it while he lowered his head. The thought that only a minute before my dick was completely inside his ass and he was now blowing me, just added to another one of the hottest moments I’d ever experienced.

He stopped when I was finally soft again and just sat there next to me for a while, scooping up the cum that was flowing out of his asshole and licking it up, before asking, “so, what do you wanna do now?”

“I don’t know, but I don’t think I’ll be going out of the house today again.”

“Oh no, nothing like that. I mean, what do you want to try next?”

“Uh, what DO you mean?”

“Well, there were other things you wanted to do, no?.”

“Like what?”

“Weeeeell… if you clean it, I’ll lick your asshole.”

I just stared at him for a few seconds. “You’d do that?

“Haha, I just licked cum and ass-juices from your cock, I think I know what I’m offering here.”

“Uh, yeah, I still don’t know. I know all this other stuff kinda weirded me out as well, but this is still a step further.”

“Oh come on, it’ll be fun. You won’t regret it, trust me.” He smiled at me, and I could tell from the look on his face that he wasn’t kidding.

“Well, ok then, I guess.”, I mumbled, as I got up and moved to the bathroom. There, I took of my shirt which I still had on and got in the shower. I made sure I was very thorough, and cleaned my ass with plenty of soap twice. I dried myself off and went back to my room, where I found Jake sitting on the bed.

“Ok, good. Now lie on the bed on your back, and bend your legs towards your face.”, he instucted. I did as he told me, lying on the bed and bent my legs as far back as I could. I felt very… exposed in this position, but still, I started breathing heavily and was excited about what was gonna happen. Jake got of and sat at the edge of the bed, taking a pillow to sit on. And next thing I know, I felt his hot breath on my ass-crack. 

“You ready?”, he asked from between my ass-cheeks.

“Y-yeah”, was I all I could manage.

Then suddenly, I felt one of the most amazing feelings ever. I felt the tip of his tongue touch my asshole, and it sent a shiver down my whole body. He started off with lightly flicking my asshole with his tongue, which was awesome as it was. But then he really started lapping at it, forcing his tongue against my asshole, as if he was trying to clean off a spoon. It was almost as if he was desperate, starved, and my ass was the only thing that could satisfy him. I started moaning loudly. I had my eyes closed the entire time, but I raised my head to look at him as he was eating my ass. He stopped for a second and popped his head up a little when he noticed I was looking at him.

“You like that, daddy?”, he smiled.

“Yeah. Keep going”, I mumbled.

His smile widened, and his mouth dissapeared between my legs, and soon I felt that now familiar feeling of his wet, soft tongue against my hole, lapping away like there was no tomorrow. He kept this up for a bit more, until he changed tactics and started tongue-fucking my asshole. He pushed his head back and forth, desperately trying to get as much of his tongue in my ass as he could. Next he suddenly just buried his entire face into the crack of my ass and started wiggling it around or grinding his face up and down, his tongue or his nose occasionally forcing its way into my hole. I couldn’t believe how hot it all was, and felt. Here I was, flat on my back with my legs in the air, while my friend was licking and tongue-fucking my asshole. And it went on for what seemed forever, as he continued to work on my hole for at least 10 minutes. All this time he completely ignored my balls and cock, focussing all his attention on my asshole. He kept going for a little longer, then stopped and just sat there. I was completely hard again.

“So now that you’re hard again, there’s something else I want to do.”

“Such as?”

“I want you to fuck me in the mouth. Throatfuck me, facefuck me, you know. Use my mouth as your personal little fuckhole.”

“Wow. Well, ok then.” There wasn’t any objection from me this time. It didn’t have anything to do with what fantasies I had about anal, but it sounded totally hot. I got of the bed and stood in front of him, as he was sitting there on his knees. When he gave me a blowjob earlier he didn’t really take that much in, so I was wondering how deep he could really go. I positioned myself right in front of him, and he immediately stuck out his tongue and opened his mouth, staring at me. 

“Looks like you really want this, huh?”

“Yes, daddy, I’m a desperate whore. Will you fuck my mouth, please?”

I didn’t delay any longer and pointed my dick at his waiting mouth, as I started moving in. I moved slowly, inching my way in like I did when I assfucked him, expecting him to start gagging soon on my big member. But, to my surprise, nothing happened for the first few inches. He just kept his head still, his mouth open, and his eyes fixated upon me, as he took more and more of my dick down his throat. I was amazed, and extremely aroused. It just felt so fucking good, as his mouth enveloped me, its soft, warm enterior giving me pleasure beyond belief. I was almost halfway in when it started to get harder to move.

“Oh fuck, take it you fucking whore”, I sighed, as I grabbed the back of his head with one hand and started forcing the last few inches of my cock down his throat. Only when the base of my dick dissapeared into his mouth and my tip was poking the end of his throat did he start making gagging noises, but nothing really serious. He didn’t look distressed or anything, and did nothing to try and stop me. I stayed there for a few more seconds, savouring the unbelievable feeling, until I finally pulled all the way out to let him breathe. He gasped for air when I pulled out, still looking at me. 

“Good. Now fuck me in the face, daddy, please”, he begged, as he moved his hands behind his back. He really wanted to be used. His holes were mine to fuck and use any way I wanted.

“You got it, slut.” I took my cock and placed it in his waiting mouth again. Next, I took his head firmly with both my hands, and just started fucking him in the face. I started of relatively slowly, holding his head in place and just jamming my cock all the way in his mouth before pulling back, repeating the process. 

“Harder, daddy”, he told me after I had pulled out a few times.

I obliged him, as I started moving faster and faster, not just moving my cock in and out, but also moving his head in unison with my forcefull thrusts. Every time I moved his head back I pulled out about halfway now, then ramming the entire length of my dick back down his throat. He made awesome gagging noises every time I thrust in all the way. Spit started drooling from his mouth, as I was mercilessely fucking his face. I switched tactics, instead of fucking his throat, I pulled out all the way, then forced my cock back in and stayed there for a few moments, enjoying this warm and wet feeling. He gasped for air every time I pulled out. 

“You like fucking my face, daddy?”, he asked me, still panting.

“Yeah, I do. You’re a talented little whore, aren’t you?”

“Yes, and I’m your whore to use. All my holes belong to you.” He smiled. “Want to do a different position, now?”

I was perfectly happy about the position he was in right now, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt. 

“Sure.”

He got on the bed and layed on his back. Next, he scooted over towards me and positioned his head so it was hanging of the edge of the bed, giving me unristricted acces to his mouth.

“Fuck my throat, daddy, use your whore’s mouth.”

I wasted no time and quickly stuck my dick back into his mouth and resumed the facefucking I was doing earlier. I soon realised that fucking his throat like this made it much easier for me to ram my cock in all the way. He was also in a position which made it easy for me to focus on my thrusts, as his head didn’t move around that much. I don’t think my brain was working properly anymore. It was all too hot, it felt too good, and it felt like I was losing my sexual sanity. I started to fuck his face with all my abilites, pulling out almost all the way, leaving just the tip at his lips, before thrusting back in all the way. I just kept at it, going faster and faster, ramming my cock with all my might, as he made gagging noises. I kept humping his face as long as I could, while drool was running down his face and my balls were slapping against his head, untill I reached the point of no return. Thrusting in all the way, I stayed in his mouth and started cumming down his throat. As awesome as it was when I jizzed in his butt, the pent up sexuality made me cum now like I had never done before. I just shot my load down his throat, as I felt him trying to swallow every last bit of it. I pulled out to let the last three blasts of cum shoot onto his face. I took a few steps back. We were both panting, me from all the humping, him from occasional lack of air. He got of the bed and sat in front of me. His face was a mess, covered in spit and cum. He started scraping of the bits of cum on his face, licking his fingers, trying to get everything.

“Your cum tastes delicious.”

I just stood there, catching my breath.

“And seriously, that was the best fucking my face ever received.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

“From now on, everytime you’re horny, everytime you want to get your ass licked or need to fuck something, you can call me. You can use me however you want. I’m your personal fucktoy now, and all my holes your yours to fuck.”

“Ok, but right now I’m too spent to do anything else. Maybe tomorrow.”

His face lightened up and he smiled at me. “Ok then, I’ll just clean myself of and I’ll see you tomorrow then. This was fun, no?”

I obviously couldn’t deny it, “yeah, it was.”

And without another word of explanation he left, taking his clothes with him. I sat on the bed, my mind racing at all the things that just happened. But still, the fact that I my own personal fucktoy made me smile. And I was looking forward to tomorrow.

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It was the summer after Emily’s freshman year of college, and it was only the third time she had come home since her parents had dropped her off last August. It was great to finally be home for more than a few days, she thought. She was attending a big university several hours away, and the only times she’d been able to visit her family were for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Now, though, she had the entire summer back home in Florida to work on her tan, relax, and spend time with her family. She had really missed her sister, especially, while she was away. Alex was fifteen when Emily went off to college – she was just getting to the age when years didn’t mean so much and the sisters had more in common. Now, back for the summer, Emily was looking forward to the opportunity to reconnect with her sister.

Alex was 16 now, three years younger than Emily’s 19. It had been lonely for her, at first, when Emily left for college. She still had her year-older brother Joey around to hang out with, and they had grown closer over the past year, which was nice. But still, it was very different. There was no one at home to talk with about girl stuff – clothes, makeup… boys. She especially wished her sister was around so they could talk about boys. Alex had gone out with a few boys from school, and the farthest she had gone with any of them was kissing. Her last boyfriend, Mark, had gotten a few good makeout sessions before they ended up breaking up. The breakup was a shame, although Alex initiated it. She had really wanted to take their relationship to the next level, sexually, but didn’t really know what to do. Unfortunately, she had put it off too long, and Mark got impatient, apparently, and ended up coaxing a blowjob out of her slut friend Stacy. So obviously, Alex had to dump him when she found out. Alex was determined to get some advice from her older sister while she was back, so as to not let such a thing happen to her again.

The first week Emily was back, she and Alex got plenty of time to hang out. Their parents worked all day, so the sisters would typically wake up late, head to the beach, find some lunch, then either go back to the beach in the afternoon or hang out with friends, or just head back to the house. One morning, while the sisters were lounging around at home about to go to the beach, Emily brought up the subject of boys.

“So whatever happened to Mark, Alex?”

Alex told her the story of him, and Stacy.

“What an asshole! I can’t believe some guys!”

“Yeah,” Alex replied, “but I guess it’s not totally his fault.”

“Of course it is! He cheated on you, Alex…”

“I know, I know. What I mean is… I don’t know, I guess I can’t help but feel at least a little responsible… you know? I mean, we were together for a few months, and anytime he tried to do that kind of stuff with me, I shot him down. I can’t say I blame him too much for getting head from Stacy when I wouldn’t do it for him.”

“Oh… well why didn’t you do it for him? I’m just asking, you know – it’s totally cool if you want to wait for a while before getting into that kind of stuff. It’s definitely your decision. I’m just curious,” Emily said.

“I know… but it’s not that I didn’t want to… I was just sort of scared, you know? I didn’t know where to start, and I didn’t want to do anything wrong.”

“So you would have had sex with him if you knew what to do?”

“Well yeah,” Alex replied, “God only knows how many times I rubbed myself raw after I got home from one of our dates…! I would have loved to have gone all the way with him, but I’d just heard so many horror stories of girls’ first times, and I knew if I got him naked then I would want to fuck him, then I wouldn’t know how to do it right, and…”

Emily cut her off, “Calm down, sis! You’re underestimating yourself. But you’re right… from here on out, if you want to keep a guy, you’re going to have to give him a reason to stay!”

“What about you? How are you doing in the boy department? What are college boys like?”

Emily chuckled. “Well, if you must know, I’m doing quite well for myself. College boys only want to fuck… but, God, it’s so great! They take you out for dinner, then afterwards you go back to one of your places and give him a handjob or a blowjob or something… Then the next time, after the date, you get to fuck! Then after that, sometimes you don’t even go on a date… you just meet up for sex – between classes, in the middle of the night, whenever. And you can do it with more than one guy at the same time, too. Nobody cares!”

“Wow,” Alex said, “That’s awesome… but everyone doesn’t think you’re a slut?”

“Of course not, everybody does it this way.”

“Well in that case, I definitely need to figure this out before I get to college. I don’t want everyone thinking I’m a prude or something.”

Just then Emily saw Joey sleepily walking out of his bedroom towards the bathroom, wearing only his boxers. All this talk about sex had her thinking somewhat naughty thoughts about her little brother. He had really shaped up in the last year! A little bit of hair on his toned chest, some stubble on his face, nice abs… he was turning into one of the college boys she was used to having so much fun with. 

“Well I’d like to help you figure it out, sis. What do you say I teach you how to pleasure a guy?” Emily asked her sister.

“Yeah, Em, that would be great… but how?”

Joey was walking back toward his bedroom when Emily stood up and called out to him. “Hey Joey, come her for a sec.”

Joey looked up, then walked into the living room. Emily walked up to him, then put her hands on his shoulders. “This is going to be so much fun!” she said to no one in particular.

“Follow me, you two,” she said to her siblings.

Joey was still a little sleepy after brushing his teeth and his morning piss, so he followed his older sister without much thought. Alex was a little confused, still not really understanding what her sister was up to, but she stood and followed anyway.

Emily walked into her room with her brother and sister behind her. She told them to sit down on her bed, and they did.

“What?” Joey asked her.

“Shut up, Joey. You’ll love this,” Emily said to him, standing in front of her siblings. “Okay, Alex,” she said to her sister, “the first step is to get the guy good and horny.”

“WHAT?” Joey said again. Alex looked at her sister incredulously.

“Okay, Joey, you’re done talking for the rest of the day. This is about our sister. And Alex, you wanted my help, so here it is.”

“Well yeah, but…” she replied.

“But, nothing. We need a guy for this, and Joey’s pretty hot if you forget he’s our brother. You’re actually pretty lucky, you know. And you,” Emily directed towards her brother, “you’re really fucking lucky, so just go with it, okay?”

“As I said,” Emily started again, “the first step is to get him good and horny. Usually this is done by the two of you making out.”

Alex took a sideways glace at her brother, then glared at Emily again.

“Go ahead, Alex,” Emily said.

“I don’t know about this, Emily,” Alex said, with a somewhat worried look on her face.

“Oh, for God’s sake!” Emily said in exasperation as she moved to the bed. She put her knees on the edge of the bed, on either side on Joey’s hips, and put her hands on his naked chest, pushing him back to a reclined position. She moved her hands to his shoulders, then lowered her face to his, pausing with her lips a fraction of an inch above his. Joey lay there, still in disbelief, with his lips parted. Emily pressed her lips to his, giving him an almost sisterly peck. Then, she pressed her tongue into his mouth finding his, closed her eyes, and gave him one sexy, several-second-long french kiss. She lifted her mouth from his, then stroked his hair with one hand as she went back down and sucked his bottom lip into her mouth. Joey finally moved his hands to rest on the sides of her ribcage as they finished their kiss.

Emily lifted her head a bit and looked at her sister. “See,” she said, “Joey’s willing to play. Why don’t you join in?”

Alex sighed, turned on by the sight of her two siblings entwined, then nodded. Emily raised up off their brother, and turned onto her side next to Joey. Alex was a little more hesitant than her sister, first gently taking one hand and resting it on her brother’s chest before sliding it down his abs to his navel. She smiled at her brother, then leaned over for a kiss. Instinct took over at this point, and Alex started making out with Joey like he was one of her boyfriends. She pressed her mouth over his, and took his lips in hers. He began to take initiative and slid his tongue in between her lips and into her mouth. Her tongue found his, and she let it swirl around his as they made out. She continued to rub her hand over his chest, and his hands found their way to the side of her head and her side. Emily took a moment to remove Alex’s shirt, which left her in her short shorts and bikini top. Joey enjoyed the fact that there was more skin to touch and his wandering hands began to turn on Alex that much more. He cupped her ass with one of his hands and gave a little squeeze. Alex cradled his head in her hands as she continued the assault with her mouth, stroking his head and hair as their warm mouths explored each other.

Emily reached her hand down to the crotch of Joey’s boxers, feeling the tent that his growing erection was forming. She then took one of Alex’s hands in hers and led it to Joey’s covered cock. Alex instinctively grabbed his dick through his boxers loosely in her hand, and began to rub around it.

“Okay children,” she said. “It looks like Joey is ready for step two.”

Alex removed her mouth from her brother’s and smiled, biting her bottom lip as she looked into Joey’s eyes. Joey couldn’t help but smile, not believing the turn that his morning had taken.

“Let’s start with a handjob. Sometimes, if you don’t want to go all the way with a guy yet, a handjob can be a good way of giving him something without doing too much. Joey, take off your boxers.”

Joey grinned, then was out of his boxers in record time. Alex’s lips parted as she stared at Joey’s erection. It was so big, she thought. So hard… so beautiful. His hard cock was angled up towards the ceiling, and his balls lay loosely below it. Joey propped himself up on his elbows, waiting for whatever it was to come.

“Nice dick, brother… I’m impressed! Okay, Alex. Wrap your little hand around Joey’s nice, hard cock that he is so kind to give us.”

She did as she was told, feeling how hard, yet how soft, her brother’s shaft was. Joey sighed at the feeling of his sister’s touch and let his head fall back. God, this was getting better and better every second.

“Now… pretty much, you just move your hand up and down on his dick. Don’t forget about his balls, too. Give them some attention, roll them around in your hand… Go ahead.”

Alex started to slowly jack off her brother, sliding her hand up and down his dick. With her other hand, she cupped his balls and lifted up a bit, taking their weight in her hand. She jiggled them around, smiling as she explored her brother’s body. She began to speed up her action… it was kind of fun. Joey’s breathing had also sped up considerably by this point. His cock felt harder than it had ever been in his life, and his sister was actually doing a good job. They were both starting to get into it when Emily spoke up.

“Well, that’s pretty much that.”

“What?” Alex asked, stopping the motion of her hand and resting her hand on Joey’s cock.

“I said, that’s a hand job. You did well. That’s about all there is to it.”

“But what about when he cums? I mean, what happens then? That’s the important part, right?” Alex said, confused.

Emily laughed. “Don’t worry about that, sis… I’m sure we’ll get to that part all too soon…”

Alex relaxed and lifted her hand off of her brother’s still-hard cock.

“A hand job is a great way to give a boy something to keep him coming back, without really giving him too much,” Emily taught her sister. “But,” she continued, “if you want to give him a little bit more, then we transition from using your hand to pleasure him to using your mouth.”

“Okay,” Alex responded, “What do I do?”

“It’s really hard to do it too wrong,” Emily answered, “but start by holding his dick in your hand and taking the tip into your mouth. The head of the penis is the most sensitive part, so it’s really important that you stimulate it. If you can take it further, then it feels really good to the guy if you’re able to take more into your mouth… It’s best if you let your lips and tongue rub along his shaft as you bob your head up and down on his cock.”

Joey smiled and eagerly nodded his head in agreement.

“Come on,” Emily said, “give it a try! Joey’s waiting…”

Alex smiled a shy smile as she was really about to cross a new barrier. Of course, today was the first time she’d ever held a guy’s cock, so that was definitely a milestone… But to actually take a penis in her mouth! That was a big step! And God, not to mention whose dick it was… her own brother’s! This was almost too much for her. She took a deep breath and re-gripped Joey’s dick. She looked up at Joey as her head lowered towards his crotch and saw his big grin. Well, if nothing else, she thought, she was helping out her big brother and making him feel good.

Her face stopped an inch from the tip of his dick. She gingerly extended her tongue until the tip contacted the head of his penis. At the moment of contact, his cock jumped at the sensation. She smiled, then swirled her tongue around the perimeter of Joey’s manhood. She took one hand and cupped his balls again, then enclosed the tip of his penis into her warm mouth.

“Ah… ohh, God, sis… that… feels so good,” Joey managed to say.

Joey’s encouragement made Alex feel a little bit more at ease. She took another half inch of Joey’s dick into her mouth, then pulled up to its tip. She started to get into a bobbing motion, able to take a little bit more of Joey’s cock into her mouth each time, until she maxed out at a little more than half of his length. She blew him slowly, drawing out her motions as her lips slid along all sides of his cock as she bobbed up and down.

“Okay, Alex… From the looks of Joey’s face, he’s getting pretty close to an orgasm. I don’t blame him… he’s had an exciting morning so far. You have a couple options here. You could either take it out of your mouth and jack him off as he cums; or, you could leave it in and let him cum into your mouth.”

Alex momentarily popped her brother’s dick out of her mouth to ask, “Which is better for him?”

“Leave it in,” both Emily and Joey answered at the same time.

Alex resumed the blowjob with a new sense of purpose. She was about to make her brother cum. The first guy ever that would orgasm as a result of her efforts and hard work… She had to make this good. She looked up at Joey and made eye contact as she sucked him. His face was scrunching up a bit, and his mouth was hanging open. He rested his hand on the back of Alex’s head and loosely grabbed her hair.

“Alright, Alex, here it comes,” Emily warned her sister, experienced with guys at their moment of orgasm.

Alex swirled her tongue around the tip of Joey’s cock as the first ribbon of semen spewed from his cock. She continued to suck him in as the second, then third, and fourth spurts of Joey’s cum shot into her mouth. Alex instinctively swallowed the thick liquid that was invading her mouth as she felt Joey’s balls twitching in her hand, feeding his cum into her waiting mouth.

Joey was mildly bucking his hips at this point, absolutely loving the warm sensation of his sister’s mouth enclosing his most prized possession as he came. He shot more semen that he thought he probably ever had before during this seemingly never-ending orgasm. Finally, his orgasm died down, his body collapsed, and he let out the breath he had been holding in for several seconds. Alex gave one last swallow and removed her mouth from his cock, letting it go with a sloppy ‘pop’. She smiled up at her brother with a small glob of his cum showing on her bottom lip.

“That was so fucking hot!” Emily said as she dropped to her knees. She took Alex’s face in her hands and, before her sister knew it, gave her a full-on, full-tongue kiss. Although surprised, Alex wasted no time in embracing her sister’s kiss. She moaned into Emily’s mouth as their tongues danced. Emily gave her sister one last peck on the lips, then caught the one glob of Joey’s cum that was still hanging on Alex’s lip with her tongue before she leaned back and admired her sister.

“Damn our brother tastes good, don’t you think?” she said.

Alex smiled as she sat back on her heels, tasting her brother’s flavor in her mouth.

Emily took the quiet moment as an opportunity to continue her lesson. “A blow job is always a good move. Apparently it feels amazing, so the boy is always satisfied if that’s as far as you’re going to take it that night. Also, guys are always way too excited their first time with you, so if you want to fuck him it’s still a good move to get him to cum once before he penetrates you. That way, he lasts longer when he does fuck you.”

“Before he penetrates me with this?” Alex asked, lifting and dropping her brother’s limp cock.

“Well, obviously we need to get him hard again…” Emily continued, “A good way to get him nice and horny is to let him eat you out. It’s a good way to get yourself warmed up, too.”

Joey already began to perk up a bit from the nature of his sisters’ talk.

“Okay…” Alex replied, a little nervous about completely exposing herself in front of her big brother, even though she knew it would happen eventually… and even though she had just swallowed a load of his semen. She kind of knew from the start that she and Joey would be fucking by the end of Emily’s lesson, but as of this point she was still wearing both her bikini top and bottom, and her shorts.

“Well, the first step is to get that top off…” Emily said, getting impatient.

Alex faced Joey on the bed, then reached up and untied her top, letting it fall to the floor. Joey was in awe as he stared at his younger sister’s full, perfect breasts. God, had her chest changed since last time he saw it when they used to bathe together as kids. Her breasts weren’t large, but they definitely weren’t too small. They were just… perfect. Small, dark, erect nipples capped the tips of her beautiful tits as they hung from her chest magnificently. Joey couldn’t help but stare.

“Alright Joey, I’m pretty sure instinct should take over at this point,” Emily coaxed him. “Make our little sister feel good.”

Joey tenderly reached out and cupped Alex’s breasts with both hands. He had never really fantasized about his younger sister before, but he had certainly noticed how she had grown into a beautiful young woman. It was never really sexual… he just admired her, he guessed. But now, it was definitely sexual feelings that he had. All of the pent-up, unrealized feelings that he had for his little sister came to consciousness as he held her breasts in his hands. He leaned his sister back until she lay flat on the bed, then he bent down and took one of her glorious nipples into his mouth and sucked. Alex dropped her head to the mattress and let out a sigh. Even after all the fun she and Joey had had this morning, this moment was still the first real sexual pleasure she had ever felt from a man.

Joey continued to tenderly suck on her breast as his hands wandered around her chest and abs, then down to her crotch. Alex jumped a bit at the feeling of his strong hand on her pubic mound, but quickly relaxed as she realized that she would rather be nowhere else at this moment. As he reached his mouth up to give Alex another sensual kiss, Emily helped out by first pulling off her sister’s shorts, then her bikini bottom. Both of Emily’s siblings were now completely nude.

The new change in attire allowed Joey’s wandering hand full access to Alex’s beautiful young body. His fingers found the entrance to her vagina as he continued to make out with her. As one of his fingers made its way into her sopping wet pussy, Alex came out of her stupor and began to rub her hands over her brother’s back. She gripped his shoulders as he began to finger her pussy.

“Ahh… that feels so nice, Joey…” Alex moaned as their mouths parted.

Joey slid down the bed until he was on his knees on the floor. Alex’s ass was on the bed with her pussy at the edge. Joey positioned himself so her legs were spread and resting on his shoulders and his face was near her crotch. He looked up as Alex grinned down at her brother, anticipating the pleasure that he was about to bring her. Joey concentrated his effort back to the task at hand. He had eaten out a couple of girls before, but he felt like he was really being put to the test here as his older sister watched.

Joey extended his tongue and let it drag across one of the outside lips of Alex’s sex. Her abs clenched and she drew a sharp breath in. Yes, she had masturbated before… but this was already so much better. Her hand came down to rest on the side of her brother’s head as he teased her. He continued to lick around her pussy without making contact until Alex broke down and pulled his face towards her pleasure center. He obliged and thrust his tongue into her.

“Oh God Joey, yes!” she yelled.

He swirled his tongue around inside her sex before contacting her clit, which sent her overboard. She clenched his short hair with both hands and spread her legs wide as he ate her out. The sharp pleasure she felt flooded her head and she lost track of time as her brother’s tongue worked wonders on her. Just as her breath began to quicken, she barely heard her sister once again call off their fun. She lifted her head and looked down to see Emily behind Joey with her head on his shoulder and her hand around Joey’s rock hard cock, gently stroking him.

“I said,” Emily repeated, “he’s hard again. It’s time for our Joey to fuck your brains out. You ready sis?”

Alex stroked her brother’s hair lovingly. “Oh yeah!” she answered.

Neither Joey nor his sister had been this far before. Although neither of them had previously considered the other a candidate for sexual pleasure, they were so entwined in their current affair that all they could think about was fucking. The two siblings wanted nothing more than to fuck each other until they were both satisfied.

“Alright, Joey,” Emily said, “this is your time to shine.”

Joey gave Alex one last lick for good measure, then rose to the bed beside his sister. He lay on his side next to Alex, and rubbed his hand over her stomach and breasts. He lowered his head to hers and forced his tongue into her mouth, where it swirled about with hers. While they kissed, he swung one leg between Alex’s knees as he settled himself on top of her, then he spread her legs with his other knee. He broke the kiss as Alex reached down and grabbed his hard cock, pointing it toward the entrance to her warm, sopping wet hole. He lowered his buttocks until his dick was pressed against her opening, then gave a push until the head of his penis was enclosed comfortably within her. Both of them stayed in this position as they breathed heavily, their mouths open, waiting for the next step. Finally, Joey grabbed her shoulders and pushed all the way inside her, letting out his held breath and nearly collapsing on top of her.

“Ahh… Oh, Joey… God… oh fuck,” Alex moaned. She breathed heavily, savoring the feeling of fullness she felt as her brother’s long cock was sheathed entirely within her. She relished the feel of his muscular body covering hers, his toned body pressed on her pert breasts, her nipples smashed to his chest, the stubble of his face resting against her smooth cheeks. She wrapped her arms around his body, her hands resting on his shoulder blades as they lay, growing accustom to one another.

Joey kissed his sister once again, then withdrew his cock from her. He gently slid it back into her warmth as she moaned, then withdrew once again. Alex’s lips were parted and her eyes were tightly shut, concentrating only on their joining. Joey was now getting into a rhythm, pulling out and entering again as Alex’s hands slid down to the sides of his rib cage. Joey sucked on the nape of her neck as he continued his assault on her body. Her legs wrapped around his lower back, pulling his cock further into her with every thrust as he continued to fuck his sister’s young body.

Alex loved the feeling of her brother inside her. She couldn’t imagine a person more suited to take her virginity than Joey, who she knew loved her and would take care of her. Likewise, Joey was certainly enjoying the sensations that his sister’s soft, slick, warm pussy was giving him as they were joined on the bed. Alex reached down and gently grabbed and massaged Joey’s balls in her hand as he fucked her. Every time his cock entered her body, it gradually stretched her insides until it bottomed out inside her as her narrow canal squeezed the head of his cock. Then she would feel him pull out until only his engorged head was left inside her. By now, she was getting warmed up to the point that her hips were beginning to rise and fall to compliment his thrusts. She began to buck her hips as a warm, tingling sensation started to build up in her loins. Her breath began to become sharper and more frequent as Joey’s efforts paid off.

“Oh God Joey, this is so… fucking… GOOD!”

His confidence boosted yet again as he sped up his thrusts. Alex wrapped her hands around her brother’s neck and pulled his face to hers, once again interlocking their lips and tongues as they pleasured each other. As the pleasure began to build within her to an almost unbearable level, Alex spread her legs wide and began to hump her butt off the sheets. All at once, the pleasure crashed down as she began to come.

Alex’s pussy began to rhythmically clench and release her brother’s cock as he pumped into her still. She closed her eyes and let out a soft, prolonged moan as her orgasm took over. Joey, realizing that his sister was cumming, allowed himself to finish as well. He grabbed her shoulders from beneath and pumped into her depths for all that he was worth. He released one strong rope of semen into his sister as his orgasm took over his body. He managed to pull his spewing cock from its home after the first spurt as he collapsed onto his sister. Joey continued to thrust as his cock slid, slick from his sister’s pussy, between his and his sisters’ stomachs, pressed tightly together. He squirted three, then four more gradually weaker spurts between their hot bodies until he finally completely collapsed onto Alex.

They lay there catching their breath for several moments as they regained composure from their mutual orgasm, their sweaty cheeks pressed against one another. Finally, Joey raised up onto his elbows, separating their stomachs and leaving a string of cum connecting them. He rolled onto his side and stared at his sister, drained and sexually satisfied. She opened her eyes weakly, smiling at her brother with her hand on his side. She eyed him up and down, from his sweaty matted hair to his heaving toned chest to his gradually softening cock, admiring the man that her brother had grown into. She wiped his cum from his stomach and spread it onto hers, joining it with the semen that he had deposited on her during his orgasm.

“I’m almost speechless,” Emily said, watching her siblings in their post-orgasmic glow. “I’d have to say our lesson is complete. You’re ready for college, little sis!”

“Maybe…,” Alex said, biting her bottom lip and still looking at her brother. “But I think we might have to practice again later, just to make sure.”

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Milking Kimberly
By Esmeralda Greene

Gary hooked his thumb vaguely in the direction of the room that he and Kimberly had converted to a nursery. “Kim’s feeding the li’l one,” he said. “She’ll be out in a few minutes.” He often referred to his new baby as “the li’l one.” In fact her name was Emily, but at six months, I suppose “the li’l one” is as good a tag as any. Then with his other hand he hooked a thumb toward the hallway that lead to his music studio. “Sheila, I wanted to show you the folio of Bach etudes I just got.”

My wife made a little noise of interest and followed Gary down the hall. I stayed behind; unlike Gary and Sheila, classical music isn’t a major interest of mine. I made myself at home in the living room, slumping into the sofa and putting my feet up on the ottoman. Gary and Kimberly are old friends, and we’re pretty casual when we visit each other’s homes. A moment later I heard the sound of Gary’s piano-playing rolling up the hallway; that meant he and my wife would probably be occupied for a while. I was starting to leaf through a magazine when I heard Kimberly call out. “Hey Lyle, c’mon in here and keep me company.”

I got up and went through the connecting door to the nursery. “Hi Kim,” I said. “How’s it go…ing?” My voice got snagged between the “go” and the “ing,” because that’s when the scene in front of me registered on my brain. Kimberly was seated in the big overstuffed chair that dominated the small room. She was holding her baby to her breast, and she was naked from the waist up.

Kimberly is a tall, long-legged redhead. She’s always been something of a workout fiend, and she got her figure back quickly after her pregnancy. She and my wife have been best friends since college, eventually drawing Gary and I into a four-way friendship. I’d always found her attractive, though her full, cupids-bow lips and little turned up nose gave her a “cutesy” look that initially made it hard for me to take her seriously. I’d always thought her to be a quiet woman, modest in both her speech and clothing. And I’d never seen her tits before.

“Things are going just fine, Lyle,” she said. She was drawing the words out, making her voice coy and teasing. “We’re having salad and chicken cutlets tonight–just as soon as Emily here lets go of me.”

“Sounds good,” I said. “How’s Emily doing?” I pretended to be looking at the baby that was latched onto Kimberly’s right breast, though in reality most of my attention was on the unobstructed left tit. Like most redheads, Kim had freckles across her upper chest, fading and growing sparser as they sprinkled downward. The shape of the breast I could see was a study in classical perfection: A generous handful in volume, firmly rounded, convex underneath and a delicate S-curve above, capped with a rosy pink nipple that pointed slightly upward. She’d been pretty skimpily endowed before her pregnancy, but now she was at least a D cup.

“She’s doing great,” Kimberly said, the coy drawl still in her voice. “Sucks like a little vacuum cleaner. Feels really good.” She looked straight into my eyes and grinned, showing her teeth. “Kinda gets me going, if you know what I mean.” Another grin.

Kim was wearing a brightly colored calf-length peasant skirt, and I could see her knees moving underneath the fabric; opening and closing rhythmically, moving just a few inches each way. I think I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Kimberly had never flirted with me before, and now she was sitting in front of me half naked, telling me she was turned on, and possibly masturbating. That sort of thing can make a guy tongue-tied when he’s not expecting it.

“Time to switch sides, sweetheart,” Kim said, and with a smooth move she detached her daughter from her right breast and swung her across to the left. The baby hardly seemed to notice the transition, closing her mouth around the newly-offered nipple without a murmur. I could see her cheek working as she sucked. “Now uncle Lyle can have a good look at both of Mommy’s titties,” Kimberly added.

“I… um… uh…” I said brilliantly.

Kim glanced down at her chest. “You like?”

Instead of more evasive stammering, I decided to be honest. “Yes. They’re beautiful, Kim. Really beautiful.”

“Why thank you, Lyle! It’s so nice to hear someone say that.” Kim’s face lit up with genuine gratitude. “You see,” she looked pointedly in the direction of the closed door, “a certain someone seems to think that being sexy doesn’t go along with being a mother. So he hasn’t exactly been falling all over himself to take care of my womanly needs, if you know what I mean.” She pouted, an expression that looked adorable on her. “But you think I’m sexy, don’t you, Lyle?” She stared blatantly at my crotch, where my hardening cock was beginning to push out the front of my pants.

I regressed into stammering: “I… um… Kim, I…”

“Oh look,” she interrupted, looking down at her breast. “This one’s still leaking.”

I looked. Milk was dripping from her exposed right breast; drop after drop appearing and falling down to her stomach and belly.

“Oh, drip, drip, drip,” she said in a voice of mild annoyance, still looking down at herself. She brought her hand up and cupped her breast, pinching the nipple between her first two fingers and shutting off the flow. “Lyle, be a dear and bring me that glass, would you?” She pointed her chin at a drinking glass on the side table against the wall.

I realized then that I hadn’t moved since I’d come into the room and shut the door behind me, and my hand was still gripping the doorknob. I went to the table and fetched the little glass, then held it out to Kimberly. My hand was shaking.

“Hold it here,” she said. “Like this.” She took her hand away from her tit and used it to position my hand, holding the open mouth of the glass an inch or two in front of her nipple. “If I squeeze some out, it should stop dripping.”

Then, before my wide-eyed stare, she started milking herself, squeezing her tit just behind the nipple. Milk squirted out in an array of needle-fine jets that came from various points on her nipple. Again and again she closed her fingers, pressing in on the soft flesh of her breast, sending spray after spray of milk into the glass. A minute or two passed as I stood there, feeling hypnotized, holding the glass in a trembling hand, watching the thin white milk squirt out of her pink nipple. 

When she stopped there was about half an inch of milk in the glass. “Thank you, Lyle,” she said. “I think Em’s done feeding; I’m going to put her to bed now.”

As Kim got her daughter settled in the crib, I looked down at the glass in my hand. I could feel the weight of the milk, could feel the warmth of it through the glass; bringing it closer to my face, I could smell it. My mind was reeling with the unreality of the scene I’d just participated in. It seemed both magical and boundlessly sexy; my hardon was pulsing in my pants.

Kim turned and came back to where I was standing, her bare tits jiggling slightly as she walked. She came up to me until she was very close and her nipples were almost touching my chest. “Thank you again, Lyle,” she said, taking the glass from my hand. I was acutely aware of her fingers touching mine as she did so. Raising the glass to her lips, she took a sip from it. “Yum,” she said, grinning, milk still on her lips. Then she pushed the glass back at me. “Here, you finish it. It will make you big and strong.”

Still floating in a hazy fog of unreality, I took the glass and emptied it into my mouth. I held the milk there for a moment before swallowing it. It was sweet, thinner than “regular” milk, and of course warm. <I>The warmth of Kim’s body</I>, I thought. <I>The warmth of her tit.

</I>Kimberly dropped her hand to my crotch, cupping the bulge of my hardon and squeezing. “See? I told you it would make you big and strong.”

“Fuck, Kim…” I said. “What the heck’s gotten into you?” I leaned toward her, trying to increase the pressure of her hand on my cock.

“‘Fuck Kim’,” she quoted. “I like the sound of that. That’s about the best idea I’ve heard in weeks–months, even.” 

Just then the sound of Garry’s piano-playing stopped, and both of us looked toward the closed door. “But not tonight,” Kim said. She turned away from me, picked up a bra that was on the floor beside the easy chair and started putting it on. It was a heavy-duty thing with what I assumed was absorbent padding in the cups. “Show’s over for tonight, big guy,” she said as she lifted the shoulder straps into place and covered her tits.

I had a fleeting mental image of grabbing her, ripping her bra off and planting my mouth over one of those incredible, exquisite, pink nipples; sucking on her, filling my mouth with more of that sweet, warm milk. But sanity prevailed and I simply stood, dazed and immobile, as Kimberly slipped on a blouse. We left the nursery, and when my wife and Gary made their appearance a minute later we were sitting at opposite sides of the living room, sipping wine and talking about the weather.

The rest of our evening’s visit was an agony of lust for me; of lust and trying not to lust, of trying to remember my marital vows, of wanting to punch Gary in the nose for not recognizing the fact that motherhood had transformed his wife into a sex goddess. “You seemed distracted tonight,” Sheila said to me on our drive home.

I gave her a sidelong leer and put my hand on her thigh, sliding it up her leg until I ran out of leg. “Only because you’re looking especially sexy tonight,” I said. Happily, Sheila seemed to be feeling pretty frisky herself, and when we got home we spent the next hour or two fucking like bunnies.

* * *

Sheila works at an office, while I do freelance work out of our home. In the early afternoon of the next day, the thing I was simultaneously dreading and hoping for happened: Kimberly rang my doorbell.

“Hello Lyle,” she said. “I was out doing some errands, so I thought I’d stop by.” She slipped past me, heading toward the living room. “I thought you and I could have a little chat.” She sat on the sofa and patted the cushion beside her. “Come sit here and talk to me, Lyle.”

I sat in the chair opposite the sofa. “Um, Kim, about last night…” I started.

“I pumped out some milk before I left the house so Gary could give Emily her afternoon feeding while I was out,” Kim interrupted. “But wouldn’t you know it, I’m starting to leak anyway.” She began unbuttoning her blouse. “Do you think you could help me out with that, Lyle?”

“Kim,” I said in what I hoped was a firm voice, “we have to stop. We can’t do this.”

She looked at me, all doe-eyed innocence. “Can’t do what, Lyle?” Then her blouse was off and she was standing up, walking toward me, reaching back to the clasp of her bra. “Are you saying you can’t help me?” Her bra dropped to the floor and she was standing in front of me, her impossibly perfect tits at eye level. “My boobs are all swollen with milk, Lyle. They’re so full of milk they hurt.” She leaned over me, putting her left hand on the back of my chair to balance herself. She cupped a breast with her right hand and brought it close to my face. “You can help me with that, can’t you Lyle?”

“K-Kim, really… We…”

“Just look at how swollen this boob is.” She was whispering now, and her breast was inches from my face. It did in fact look swollen, the skin stretched taught over its roundness. A few veins showed through her skin as faint blue lines. As I watched, drops of milk began to appear and drip down onto my shirt. “I <I>really</I> need your help, Lyle,” she whispered urgently, her teeth clenched.

“Fuck,” I said, and then my mouth was on her tit, my lips sealed around the pink nipple, and I was sucking, pulling a spray of milk into my mouth, feeling the little jets hitting my tongue and the insides of my cheeks.

“Oh, <I>yes!</I>” Kimberly said, the words bursting out of her like a grunt. She put a hand to the back of my head, holding me tight against her as I sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed. The chair I was in was a big lounger, and she climbed up onto it, putting one knee on either side of my legs. Then she could hold onto my head with both hands, burying her fingers in my hair. “Suck me, baby,” she said in a purring whisper. “Suck on me. Take my milk. Suck it out of me.”

I pawed at her body, cupping the breast I wasn’t sucking on and squeezing it roughly. I felt milk spraying against my hand, and I switched my mouth to that breast, closing my teeth down on the nipple for an instant and then sucking, squeezing the same tit with my hand as I sucked on it. With my other hand I groped between her legs. She was wearing a short skirt, and after I fumbled my hand under the fabric my palm cupped over a soft patch of pubic hair and a warm pussy. She was already wet, and after a few moments of stroking and probing, I slid two fingers into her.

“Yes!” she grunted again. She closed her fists in my hair, holding tight. By raising and lowering her hips she helped me to finger-fuck her cunt, driving my fingers into her as far as they would go. I kept sucking, and still the milk kept flowing from her. It wasn’t a huge amount; a long, hard suck would produce only a sip, but it kept coming, kept spraying into my mouth in those tiny squirting jets.

Suddenly Kimberly jerked away from me, pulling my head away from her with the hands she had buried in my hair. The tit I’d been sucking on continued to spray, the milk landing on my neck and down onto my shirt. She just looked at me for a time, her breath loud and raspy, still clutching my head with both hands. At first I couldn’t read the expression on her face, but then her eyelids fluttered and her jaw tensed with her mouth open. “Gonna come…” she said, her voice thick and throaty. She dropped her right hand from my head and closed it around the wrist of the hand I was finger-fucking her with. She pulled up, forcing my fingers deep into her cunt, then pushed me out, then pulled up again in a slow rhythm. “Gonna come…” she said again, her voice more urgent this time.

The angle was awkward, but by folding my thumb inward I could put a little nudging pressure on her clit. Kimberly made a wordless cry when I did this, a shudder passing through her body. She took the hand that was gripping my hair away and held it up with her fingers spread, as if fending off something invisible. Both of her breasts were squirting out milk now. I hooked my free hand around her body and pulled her back toward me so I could suck on her some more, and as my lips closed down on her nipple she cried out again, a short, wordless syllable of urgency and need. With the hand she had closed around my wrist she started jerking my hand up into her at a frenzied pace, her grip on my arm painfully tight.

Then another cry came from her, this one long, loud, and full-throated. It rose in pitch until it pinched off in her throat, and then her body was convulsing over me, violent shudders running through her like waves, from her shoulders down to her pelvis. Two, three, four times she shuddered like this, and I found the milk squirting into my mouth faster than before, without my needing to suck.

Slowly Kimberly relaxed after her orgasm. With the hand still on my wrist she pushed my fingers out of her cunt. Then she lowered herself until she was sitting on my legs, drawing her breast away from my mouth. “Ohhh,” she sighed, gasping to catch her breath. “Oh, that was good. I <I>knew</I> you’d be able to help me out with my little problem, Lyle.” She tipped her head forward, resting her cheek on my shoulder for a few moments. Then she climbed off my lap, her legs unsteady and trembling. She cupped a hand over each breast, perhaps to stop the milk that was still dribbling from her nipples, or perhaps to sooth them after my rough handling and energetic sucking. She looked absolutely ravishing standing there. She’d kicked her shoes off at some point, so she was completely naked except for the short skirt that flared out from her trim waist. She was still breathing hard and her full, pouty lips were trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm.

There was a heavy patchwork quilt folded across the back of the sofa. Kimberly went and grabbed an end of this and dragged it to the middle of the living room floor, stretching it out lengthwise. Then she lay down on it, on her back with her legs angled toward me. Reaching down to the front of her skirt, she lifted the hem up to her stomach, revealing a soft triangular muff of beautiful, coppery-red pubic hair. She spread her legs slightly, and between her thighs I could see the wet and swollen outer lips of her cunt. She bent her head downward, first looking in the direction of her sex and then looking at me. “You like?” she asked, smiling coyly.

“Fuck, Kim,” I said in awe, in dazed wonderment, my eyes wide and fixed on her crotch.

“Yes,” she cooed. “Fuck Kim. Take your clothes off and come over here and lie on top of me and push your hard cock into my cunt and fuck Kim. Come give Kim a nice <I>long, hard</I> fuck.”

I sprang out of my chair like a bolt, pulling my shirt off over my head. I tried to take my pants and shoes off at the same time, and stumbled drunkenly in the effort. When I was finally naked I stood for a moment at her feet looking down at her. Her shoulder-length red hair was fanned out around her head. She still had one hand cupped over a breast, and she stroked the other hand down over her stomach, across the rumpled fabric of her raised skirt, down toward her pussy, her fingertips brushing lightly through her pubic hair before sliding down between her legs where she pushed her middle finger between her cunt lips and drew it out again. 

“<I>Fuck,</I> Kim,” I said again, imbecilically.

She chuckled lightly at me. “Yes, Lyle, yes.” She reached up toward me with both arms, her eyes fixed on the rigid cock that jutted out at a right angle to my body. “Come give me that big thing. I’ve wanted that fucker inside me ever since Sheila first described it to me.”

I wish I could say that this mention of my wife’s name made me flinch with guilt, or pause or hesitate or falter in what I was about to do, but it didn’t. I felt like my mind had been reduced to the instinct-driven compulsions of a lower animal. I couldn’t think of anything except my body and Kim’s body, and the screaming, overwhelming need to close the distance between the two.

I dropped to my knees, then lowered myself onto my chest, shifting backward so that my face was at Kimberly’s pussy. Immediately I put my mouth against her, pushing my lips into her curly hair, writhing my tongue along and between her lips and up into her cunt. She was luxuriously wet; her juices warm and musky and full of the taste of a woman. I lapped at her, flicking my tongue up to stroke her clit and draw her wetness into my mouth. But as lovely as the taste of Kim’s cunt was, it made me think of that other taste I could get from her body: the sweeter, milder, more abundant taste of her milk. I reached a hand up her body until her right breast was under my palm. I closed my fingers, trying to squeeze down on that area behind the nipple that I’d seen Kimberly use last night when she milked herself. Soon I felt warm liquid on my fingers; her milk spilling out over her tit and making it slippery under my hand.

A moment later I felt Kim’s hands on my shoulders, tugging at me. “Come up here,” she said. “I want your cock. I want your cock inside me.”

Obediently I lifted my head, wiped my face with my hand and started crawling up the length of her body. The head of my cock came up between her legs, and after a couple of probing nudges it started to slide into her without either of us touching it.

“Oh fuck,” she gasped as I slowly pushed deeper. “Oh fuck that’s good.” She put her arms around me at the waist and pulled at me, trying to hurry me into her body. “C’mon, give it to me. Give it all to me. Fill me up with your cock.” And as I pushed the last couple of inches into her she tilted her head back, making a gasping and breathless laugh. “Oh fuck yes. It’s been so <I>fucking</I> long!”

She was hot and wet and tight around my cock, and I rocked slowly in and out of her, savoring the sensation. But inevitably my eyes were drawn to her tits, exquisite in their shape and size, adorable with their cherry-blossom-pink nipples. Just as my cock was the center of my lust to fuck this woman, my mouth lusted after her breasts, her nipples, and the milk that I knew was waiting to be sucked out of her.

Kim saw where my eyes were fixed. “Yes,” she purred, putting her hand under one breast and lifting it, offering it to me. “Take it. Suck my milk and fuck me at the same time.”

So I hunched my back and took the offered breast into my mouth, closing my lips on it and sucking, and once again I felt and tasted the sweet warm milk in my mouth. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, engulfing. I groaned loudly through my nose and drove my pelvis upward, fucking my cock into her deep and hard. I sucked repeatedly, filling my mouth with milk and not swallowing. Then I released her nipple and brought my face up to hers, putting my lips against her lips. I let the milk flow from my mouth and into hers, a little at first and then more and finally all of it. She opened her mouth wide to take it, then closed her lips to swallow and opened them again to laugh, stray drops of white trickling from the corner of her mouth and glistening on her chin.

I made some more long, deep thrusts, and the expression on Kimberly’s face went from laughing to serious; her eyes focusing somewhere far away as she concentrated on the wave of pleasure that was building up inside her. I began slapping my belly down hard on hers, pushing up deep into her. Braced above her on straight arms, I watched her magical tits jiggling violently with each thrust. Milk was still trickling from the one I’d been sucking on, the droplets appearing on the gyrating nipple and then disappearing as they flowed down one side or another of the quaking breast. 

“Y– ye– yes,” Kimberly stammered, the word squeezed out of her in the fast rhythm of my thrusts. “F– fuck me, L– L– Lyle… Fuck m– me.” The hands that had been at my waist released me and now drifted aimlessly, her fingers opening and closing on air. Then she shut her eyes tight and turned her head to the side. “Gonna…” Her voice pinched off, and for a long moment she made no sound, not even breathing, her hands in tight fists and her body rigid as I continued to fuck into her. And for a long, frozen moment, as the rest of her body was stiff and unmoving, milk began to spray upward from both her nipples. The fine little jets spurted out, some of them shooting up and wetting my chest and others squirting out in long arcs that went in all directions. Then with an explosive burst Kim’s voice was released again, and she shouted “<I>Oh!</I>” in a bellowing grunt as her body writhed and twitched underneath me, milk still jetting out of her nipples.

I felt my own orgasm coming, and with my last voluntary act before that explosion, I cupped a hand loosely over her tit so I could feel the warm spray against my palm. Then it was my turn to let out a bellowing grunt, as the cum spewed out of me and my body went into wrenching contractions that drove my cock to its furthest limit up into Kimberly’s cunt.

I collapsed onto Kim’s body, dropping my weight on her as I gasped raggedly for breath. I could feel the wetness of her milk between our bodies, echoing the wetness of my cum and her cunt juices that surrounded my wilting cock and trickled out of her. 

* * *

A few minutes later we were both sitting up on the quilt, not facing each other. “You look glum,” Kimberly said. “Feeling bad about cheating on Sheila?”

“Yeah, kind of,” I admitted.

“Me too.” Kimberly sounded as glum as I felt. “Personally I don’t care that I cheated on Gary. I’ve just about had it with him. But I don’t feel too good about fucking my best friend’s husband.” She sighed, and I couldn’t help but watch the way her tits did a slow-motion bounce. “And it was all my idea, too. If I’d worked any harder at seducing you it would have been rape.” She flashed a quick grin.

“Nah,” I said. “I wanted you. I wanted you so bad… I mean, you are so fucking sexy… Anyway, it’s not like I can palm off the blame onto you.”

Kimberly lay back, hooking one arm behind her head for a pillow. “Well, I had a secret weapon, didn’t I? She put her free hand under a tit, lifting it. “I mean the tittie-milk thing was what hooked you, wasn’t it?”

“Well, I guess so, yeah.” 

Still holding her breast in her hand, she looked down at the nipple, then started fondling it with one finger. “Christ, if only my jerk of a husband felt that way.” She looked wistfully into the distance. “It felt <I>so </I>good when you were fucking me and sucking my tit at the same time. Oops, now look what I’ve started. Just thinking about it gets it going sometimes.”

I wasn’t sure what she meant by “thinking about it”–thinking about having her tit sucked, or being fucked, or both–but I could see what she meant about the effect. Once again drops of milk began to appear on her nipple and dribble down the slope of her breast.

“You’d think I’d be empty after the workout you gave me,” Kim said. “But nope; it looks like I still have some left.” To demonstrate, she squeezed behind the nipple and sent a spray of milk in my direction; some of it landing on my stomach and legs.

“Jesus, that is so fucking sexy, Kim,” I said.

“Yeah, like I said: my secret weapon.” She grinned and squeezed out another spurt. “But I’m sure you’re tired out, Lyle. Maybe you could just give me a little suck while I play with myself?”

I couldn’t turn down a request like that. I got down on my stomach, holding myself up on my elbows so that my face was poised over her leaking breast. Teasing her at first, I extended my tongue and delicately lapped a few droplets of her milk.

“Oh yeah,” she purred. She put her hand on to the back of my head and pulled me to her, forcing my mouth down to her nipple. “Suck on Momma’s boobie, big guy.” Her other hand went down to her crotch, and as I once more began sucking milk out of Kimberly’s breast, I could sense from the jiggling motion of her body that she was playing with her pussy.

In a short time she was working her way up to another orgasm. It seemed like I’d only sucked a few mouthfuls of her milk when she started writhing and moaning with increasing intensity. Briefly taking her hand away from her pussy, she used it to grab my hand and move it to the breast I wasn’t sucking on. “Squeeze it,” she ordered, closing her hand around mine. “Milk me. Milk my fucking tit.”

I did as she commanded, squeezing her left breast behind the nipple and watching the milk spray upward as I sucked on her right. After a few minutes of this she arched her back and began making a series of moans, each one louder and more intense than the last. I could hear the wet slapping sound of her fingers at her cunt, moving faster and faster. And then her body spasmed, her back arching violently, and one final, desperate moan came from her lips.

I took my hand and my mouth away from her breasts as she relaxed, and it seemed that I could track the quieting of her orgasm by watching the decreasing flow of milk from her nipples. The fine jets of the fountain-like spray reached up to a lesser and lesser height, then became a dribbling flow, and finally only oozing droplets. Kim took a deep breath and looked at me. “Thank you again, Lyle,” she said with a sleepy smile. “You’re a nursing mother’s best friend.”

“My pleasure,” I said, sitting up cross-legged. I grinned and wrapped my fist around the hard cock that was angled up from my lap. “See?”

“Ooh, look at you, you bad boy,” she chuckled. “Do you always recover this quickly, or is that the effect of my magical tittie-milk?”

“What do you think?” I said. I reached over to her nearest breast and ran my hand over it, wetting my palm with the milk that was spattered all over her skin. Then I fisted my cock again and pumped it, the milk on my hand acting as a lubricant.

Kim beckoned me with a wave of her hand. “Come here Lyle. Come straddle me and slide that big thing between my boobs.”

In a flash I did as Kimberly asked, planting one knee on either side of her. I leaned over and laid my cock on her chest, and she put a hand on the outside of each tit, pressing them together over my shaft. She positioned her hands so that as she held her tits together she could also milk them, her thumb and forefinger pinching in behind the nipple. Anyone who’s ever taken part in a tit-fucking knows that one problem with the otherwise delightful act is the need for lubrication. Even the most liberal application of oil or lube tends to lose its effectiveness after a while. But with Kimberly there was a marvelous new wrinkle on tit-fucking: her tits were self-lubricating. As I slid my cock back and forth between the warm, soft grip of her breasts, she would squeeze behind her nipples from time to time, and the milk would dribble down into the cleft where my shaft was nestled.

Kim reached up behind her to gather some of the quilt under her head as a pillow. This brought her mouth closer to where the head of my cock appeared between her pressed-together tits when I slid forward, and every few thrusts I would push far enough so she could take a couple of inches into her mouth. My mind reeled, overwhelmed with sensations: the feeling of Kimberly’s soft, pouty lips taking my cock head, the sight of her face, sprinkled with stray drops of milk, the warm cushion of her tits squeezing in on my cock through the slippery layer of milk… There’s no way a man can experience all of that without reaching critical mass in a hurry, and that’s what I did. I felt my balls tightening up, the explosion primed, the fuse lit. I grunted, my body hunching in on itself, and I came. The first spurt went straight up the midline of Kimberly’s face, laying a cord of jism from the tip of her cute little nose, between her eyes, up along her forehead and into her hair. Then I drew back, and for the remaining jets of cum the head of my cock was buried between her tits.

When I was finished, I lifted off of her and collapsed at her side, propping myself up on my elbow so I could look at her. She was quite a sight; the stripe of cum up her face, the white droplets of milk thickly scattered over her face and upper body, and on her freckled chest between her perfectly-shaped breasts, a glistening pool of cum swirled together with milk. The two of us spent some time playing with this puddled concoction, dabbling our fingers in it to stir it around and finger-paint trails of it up and over her breasts and down to her navel. Kim brought a few finger-fulls up to her mouth and licked them off, but I declined when she offered some to me. “I don’t believe in mixing my drinks,” I said.

After that we decided it was time to call it a day. Kim went off to shower and I put the quilt in the washing machine. As she was about to leave, Kim got serious with me again. “This has been amazing, Lyle, but I don’t think we should do it again. If I’m going to cheat on Gary–and after today I’m sure I am–I’m going to do it with someone besides my best friend’s husband. I just can’t do this to Sheila.”

“But…” I started.

“And you–” she poked my chest with her finger– “will just have to find some other way to feed the tittie-milk fetish you seem to have acquired.”

“Yeah, like there’s any chance of that,” I groused. But at that moment, with my cock freshly drained, I had to agree that Kim was right. It wasn’t until an hour or two later that the memory of Kimberly’s milk-filled tits had me throbbing with lust again, and I began turning over ideas for arranging another tryst with her.

* * *

A few days later Sheila came home with a small shopping bag in her hand and a “we need to talk” expression on her face. She planted me on the living room sofa and took a seat beside me, still holding the mysterious bag. “I had a long talk with Kimberly today,” she started. “About sex.”

“Oh?” I said, my stomach doing flip-flops.

“I’m afraid… You might not like this idea… I mean, it might be too kinky for you,” she said, now clutching the bag with both hands. “But try to keep an open mind, okay?”

“Sure, honey.” I was completely confused now.

“Well, Kim was telling me about sex while she’s nursing… I mean, while she’s got milk. She talked about having a guy–I’m not sure who she was talking about, but I don’t think it was Gary–about having a guy suck on her tits while they were having sex. About incorporating the fact that she’s lactating into their sex play in lots of different ways. She said it was the hottest, most amazing sex she’s ever had.”

“Um… that’s nice…”

“And… this is the part you might find too kinky, Lyle…” Sheila paused, her fingers nervously rustling the paper bag she was holding. “But I got incredibly turned on by what Kim was saying–by the kinds of sex she was talking about.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I mean <I>incredibly</I> turned on. And well… did you know that a woman who hasn’t had a baby can still lactate? Usually, all it takes is for her to be–you know–sucked on a lot over the course of a month or two.”

“I di– didn’t know that,” I said. My heart was starting to thump in my chest like a kettledrum.

“So I got this.” Sheila fumbled with the bag, drawing out a plastic contraption with a funnel-shaped extension on one end. “It’s a breast pump. I figure I can take it to work and use it in the lady’s room a few times a day, plus several times a day at home…” She turned to me, looking nervous and uncertain. “And that way I should–you know–get milk… and maybe, if you like it… If you don’t think it’s too weird and kinky, we could…”

“We could incorporate your milk into our sex?” I finished for her. “I… um… yes Sheila… I– I think I’d be willing to give that a try.”

End

Sex for the justice in anal.mp4

If I can claim to specialize in any form of writing at all, it most certainly can not be in writing short pieces/stories (proof: I could have just written ‘I write short stuff’ instead). Stroke stories get the most attention on sites like these, but because of one reason or another, longform erotica is very popular in and of itself. Perhaps you wrote a solid story and your audience demanded a part two (don’t be flattered by this, 90% of stories here have at least one comment asking for a part 2). Perhaps you want to develop characters/plots. Perhaps you’re like me and want to blend erotica and ‘normal stories.’ Perhaps you’re comfortable with familiarity and like to just write about the same characters over and over instead of constantly making new ones and by extension, constantly making new reasons for characters to bang, which must get old quick.

At any rate, welcome to the world of longform erotica. It may sound bizarre, but longform erotica is entirely different from shortform erotica, and the rules of writing completely change. That’s why so many people comment on standalone stories asking for a ‘part two,’ and yet you rarely see a comment on a part two of said standalone saying ‘Wow, this turned out better than the original, I’m so glad I asked for this’. There are times longform is needed. There are times it is not. Do not be confused – no one form is superior to the other and it’s possible that as an erotica writer, longform is not for you. If so, this essay will be of little use to you. That said, while shortform erotica is the greatest way to get attention to start off your hobby/career, longform erotica is the best way to gain dedicated readers who will be eagerly awaiting every move you make, unless that move is, say, writing an essay on erotica writing that no one asked for. Random example. 

A great way to find out which kind of writer you are is by asking yourself for what purpose you’re writing. If the purpose is to portray characters primarily, and have the sex be things that happen to these characters, not the main focus of the story, you may very well be a longform writer. If you’re writing only for the primal rush of sex, and love writing the kinkiest, most palpable sex scenes, you may be a shortform sex story writer. There are exceptions, like mypenname3000, who writes longform erotica clearly just for the sex, but as unpopular an opinion as it is, I don’t think he’s a very good writer at all. I often wonder if it’s truly a coincidence that longform erotica writers who clearly write just to showcase sex have stories that all sound the same. That’s a blanket statement, but speaking as someone who writes and critically looks at erotica, I can say this of 90% of longform erotica writers who write only to showcase sex. This is obviously one guy’s opinion, but especially if you’re starting out, you’re 30-chapter-long story that isn’t about character development, just sex, isn’t going to have to many dedicated readers sticking around for chapters ten and up. 

Why is this? Hell, this is the case with longform erotica that focuses on character development too. Is longform erotica a game you’re destined to lose from the start? Not quite, but it’s less bent on instant gratification. A ‘part one’ or ‘chapter one’ of a story will get, in theory, as many readers as a standalone story. Now, let’s say we have two writers, Writer A and Writer B. Writer A felt comfortable leaving his story there and moved on to make a standalone story. Writer B writes her stories as a consistent chain of events and wrote a part two to her story. If we pretend quality and initial popularity isn’t a factor, Writer A’s second story will reach just as many people as his first because it’s another story and there are no prerequisites needed. However, Writer B has a unique advantage and disadvantage. Her story is more enticing to readers who read the first part, which means people who happened to enjoy Writer B’s first work, upon getting a second instalment, will graduate, from a reader whose allegiance lies with the highest bidder (the ‘highest bidder’ being the most interesting story they see in the archives) to a dedicated reader. This is huge. To have readers know your name and actively follow you not for *a* story, but for *your* story. With this, though, comes a disadvantage for Writer B. Virtually no new readers will check in at or after part/chapter two. Part/chapter one has the most viewers her story will get ,realistically. VERY few stories break this rule. So to help visualize it, Writer A has 100 people that happen to be crowded around him at the moment before moving on to the next neat story, whereas Writer B has 20 people that wait for updates from her story. As mentioned, though, this is assuming initial popularity and quality of stories are not factors. 

Hopefully by this point you’ve gotten a sense of which type of erotica you want to pen. And don’t be fooled – longform erotica CAN just be about sex, and shortform erotica CAN focus primarily on characters, it’s just not that common. The best way to figure it out is to start writing and see what feels the most comfortable to you. Once you start, though, as mentioned previously, there are a few rules that need be followed.

The first rule is to have or at least develop a plot to the story. This seems more Herculean a task than in actuality – ‘girl has sex with boy 1 in chapter 1 and boy 2 in chapter two’ is technically a plot. Have some kind of plot though. Writing longform means you’re asking for dedication from your viewers, and the reason numbers decline from chapter to chapter is because that dedication becomes too much for some readers, who want a more instant gratification. What do you have that creates this dedication? Your plot will have a heavy hand in this. One of my readers told me he was unsure about Being More Social at first, and only kept reading because he “had to find out what happened in the student council election.” Thus, dedication was crafted. I managed, through plot, to make a reader stick around long enough to the point where he was invested in the story. Do not underestimate the value of plot in a story, even if it’s just about sex. It matters. 

Let’s talk about the sex itself for a bit. In a longform story, the sex itself will most likely not be the entirety of the story. Unless you plan to make a 16-chapter story about one egregiously long boning session, there will be stuff other than sex in your story. How does it all balance out? Enter rule two of writing longform erotica: decide a balance. In my stories, I write primarily to showcase non-sexual events and the sexual events that take place are not ‘in the spotlight,’ so to speak, but they compliment the overall story nonetheless. The sex is the ‘frosting on the cake,’ so to speak, to the point where I’d say my stories are only 10% sex. This is by no means the rule (in fact from what I’ve seen my stories are the exception) and you should not feel obligated to have that little sex in your story. But know where you’re comfortable. If your story is 90% sex, there should be a purpose for that. If there’s so much sex going on, maybe there’s some kind of sci-fi element, like a spore released on a town that makes people bone non-stop while one immune boy desperately looks for the cure. Look at that, from one simple statistic I carved a plot and a plan for how much sex will go on in the story, as well as a justification why that much sex is happening. That part is severely important. 

Okay, so you have your plot and your sex ratio, as it were. Now you’re getting a good idea where this story is going. The last rule deals with characters, and it’s a huge one: Don’t boil down your character’s role in the story to the role they play in sex. This rule can be broken in some circumstances (like in a mind-control story where your protagonist gets bored, takes control of some guy, then fucks him for a bit and throws him away like garbage), but it’s a good general rule to follow. In fact, even in the example cited, I had a clear reason *why* someone’s value in the story was reduced to sex: power fantasy, a common theme in stories. This said, understand a character’s motivations, how their manner of speaking makes them sound unique (e.g. are they condescendingly smart? Are they emotionally damaged and silent to everyone they don’t trust? Are they crazily outgoing and energetic? How might that sound through dialogue?) Also think about yourself. You may have come to this site to rub one out. Probably, right? But hey – what happens after you’re satisfied? Do you go back to work? Do you play video games? Browse Facebook for a bit, perhaps? Or do you have a job interview in a bit, maybe an appointment with an old friend? You’re a human. Humans aren’t just sex machines, we have lives outside of sex. Your characters should be no different. If you’re writing longform erotica, in terms of the characters, you’re selling relatability and aspiration. Some of my viewers look up to BMS’ anxious Adam, who learns how to look after himself in a troubling time. They look up to tough, bold, cheeky Nicole, who is a slut but doesn’t let that define her whole self. Both characters have lives outside of sex, and not only do their sex lives bleed into their personal lives, their personal lives bleed right back. They go through character arcs where they learn about others/themselves, they have epiphanies, they have sex cut off from them or have excessive sex at some parts, but they’re thinking learning growing humans, just like you are. Maybe you’re thinking, ‘Wow, Guy A gets to bone Girl B, I wish I were him.’ Congratulations, you just related yourself to a character. Maybe you see something someone does in a sex story and think, ’I would have made a different decision if I were in that decision.’ Congratulations, you just related yourself to a character. Plus, having more non-sexual scenes will make your readers crave sex scenes so much more. Why do you think teasing is such a common theme in sex? Anticipation is a powerful force. Use that to your advantage. It’s no fun if your leading character has every advantage in the world at the start of the story and has no challenge getting the partner(s) he wants, especially when the majority of the mannerisms of the partners are the exact same, ESPECIALLY especially if these characters submit to the main protagonist out of principle for no reason other than a weird power fantasy that has no real plot *cough mypenname3000 cough*. 

On that extremely petty note, a short note on advancement – plot is important, but while your readers may be excitable, they’re not stupid. So many longform erotica stories have fallen into the unfortunate trap of thinking that adding more girls for the male protagonist to sleep with is ‘advancement.’ On it’s own, no, it’s not. I know it’s the most tempting thing to just add an ever-increasing variety of conquests but not only does this devalue people and reduce them to their sexual value, as previously mentioned, it really does nothing but pad out the story. I’m not alone when saying I as a reader stop reading a story when it’s clear the story has stopped being about anything other than ‘who’s next.’ This is especially painful when all of the characters act the same – usually a submissive girl with daddy issues who loves sex and has a weird attachment to the male protagonist with some lame excuse involving ‘the alpha male.’ Congratulations, you’ve just put up a neon sign declaring, “I have no clue how to write good characters.” This applies to most of mypenname3000’s stories (I imagine due to demand, not lack of talent – the author has written good things before, just every story made recently has been pretty well the exact same with all of his girl characters tweaked slightly differently, like she’s more immature or she’s got a bratty side or she took a whole extra chapter to seduce because she’s a prude or something, even though they’re all basically the same character) but this problem is not limited to one author. It’s so very tempting to just add characters and assume that raises the stakes in a long-term story. After all, more characters are having sex. That means advancement, right? No. It does not. It means you’re seeing the quantity of people as an advancement. Giving them unique kinks doesn’t help this, either. More people does not always mean a better story. I would rather read a story about Larry getting together with Monica after years spent apart, only to realize that Monica refuses to date because she secretly had a crush on him, and Larry tries to hint he likes her too without explicitly saying it due to his shyness, rather than a story about Larry getting with Monica in chapter 1, then Monica brings in her sister for some fun in chapter 2, then the neighbor Sarah with a foot fetish comes over in chapter 3, then Jessica from the next town with E cups joins in randomly in chapter 4, then Cleopatra comes thanks to a time machine and she’s really into public sex in chapter 5. At some point all of these characters blend together in one boring mess, and they usually all sound alike (usually because not knowing how to write many voices and writing too many characters are both amateur mistakes). Advancement is more than just ‘more ______.’ It doesn’t mean ‘more,’ it means ‘better.’

Longform erotica is not for the guy who has a passing interest in writing erotica. It’s a long-term dedication and has very little payoff in the beginning. As well, maybe your first story will be a flop. Hey, it happens. That said, three basic rules of writing erotica (make a plot, decide a ratio of sex scenes to other scenes, and don’t limit characters to sex machines) will give you your greatest opportunity to making something good of your sex story when you first create it. Feel free to use any of the scenarios I made up above if it inspires you – in fact, let me know in the comments if you ever write anything based on them, because I’d love to see what you could come up with. Just make sure that your viewers are both hooked and given a reason to continue. You don’t want viewers not coming to your first chapter since that’ll spell doom for your story, and you don’t want readers dropping like flies. Remember that everyone’s erotica can always be improved, so keep an open eye to what works and what makes for a good story. Keep on writing, I believe in you.

Daddys angel grown up and want to fuck.mp4

Cody bit his lip as he looked over towards the shop, a little anxious about their planned endeavour but not wanting to come off as uncool to his friends, “Are you sure this is a good idea?” he asked.

His friends grinned and laughed, playfully nudging him as they made their way towards the shop as a group, “Aw come on Cody!” one of them jested, “You aren’t afraid of a few vibrators are you?” 

“N-no! I just don’t want us to get into trouble is all…”

Another of his friends spoke up, “Pff, worst case scenario we get kicked out of a shop we never go into, right?” 

Cody glanced at his friends, letting out a little sigh and nodded, smiling, “Alright alright, sure.”

A little playful cheer went up and they made their way towards the shop, letting themselves in, greeted by the little tinkle of a bell.

Shannon looked up from her phone, sitting by the cash register she hadn’t noticed the group approaching until they had let themselves into her shop, her eyes quickly scanning over the guys with an immediately mounting disdain. 

She didn’t recognise the individuals, but she recognised the type. Tall broad shouldered jocks without an interest in her merch, just looking to score a quick laugh pointing at dildos, turning on vibrators, just generally causing havoc.

She had half a mind to chuck them out before they even started to mess about, but, as she sat up a little straighter she spotted an oddity among them.

Mingling among the four tall jocks was a girl, no, she realised, a boy. While they were all the muscled athletic types, the fifth was shorter, slender with very little muscle definition and, to her growing intrigue, a curviness to his figure that more than matched her own, save for his flat chest at least.

She settled back, frowning a little as she decided to see how it was going to play out, her eyes on the gazelle amongst the lions.

As she had expected, they seemingly had little interest in buying anything, seeking out oddities to share with the group for a laugh, notably, they came across a display with exotic shaped toys, ones shaped like fists, equine cocks, canine cocks and, to their amusement, dragon cocks.

They laughed and waved them at each other, the boy taking part in his friend’s banter and fun, though, unlike the rest, he occasionally shot apologetic smiles her way which she met with a stoic look.

Leaving the shelves in more of a mess than they’d found them they made their way to the stores lingerie selection, one of the jocks, grinning, picked out a petite silk negligee which he held it up to the boys frame, the group laughing as he blushed, the outfit was, it seemed, in his size and fit his figure well.

Embarrassed, the boy picked up a pink and black bra and panty set aimed at plus-sized women and held it up to one of the jocks.

The group laughed louder and the jock scooped up the items, holding them to his buff frame and striking a mock feminine pose.

Eying the group curiously Shannon reevaluated them, it had seemed that the boy had been being picked on at first, the member of the group that everyone else made fun of, but he gave as good as he got and they laughed along with him. Real friends, she thought.

They put the lingerie back, again, messily, and proceeded onto a shelving range of packers, soft cocks varying in size for trans men or, as a novelty and Shannon sighed a little. 

The boy interested her, but she wasn’t going to let them ruin her whole store just for their amusement.

Cody blushed as one of the guys waved one of the larger models of flopping cock in his direction and they laughed.

“You like holding dick huh?” Came a voice from behind the group.

They turned, almost in unison, to see Shannon standing there, the whole group falling silent as they drank in the view.

She was a tall woman, well built with very full c-cup breasts under a crop top, her stomach, belly button piercing and varying tattoo’s on show across her skin.

She had her hands on her slightly curved hips, a smirk on her face. She was in her late twenties with long hair dyed blue but with raven black roots showing through. A lip, nose and eyebrow piercing completing her image.

She was attractive, but the group weren’t staring out of allure.

She wore tight jeans that hugged her long shapely legs, their eyes undoubtedly drawn a very obvious outline down one of her thighs. The one holding the packer glanced at her outline, glanced at the item in his hand and glanced at his friends.

There was a tense moment and Shannon smirked, watching as the group mentality worked, fight or flight, joke or leave.

“Heh, very funny, you got one of these stuffed down there huh?” said the one holding the packer, waving it towards her crotch.

She grinned, “Is that what you think that is?” 

“Pff sure it is!”

“Hmm, wanna bet?” she winked.

He grinned, nudging one of his friends, “Oh aye sure, and if I’m right you suck my cock?”

“And if I’m right you suck mine?” she teased, his grin faltering slightly, “No?”

She had him on the spot now, he’d singled himself out of the group with his comments and now had to decide where to back down and look a fool or step up and potentially lose, how sure was he?

Not very, it seemed.

He laughed, shrugging off the encounter, “Don’t think my girlfriend would be happy if I got my cock sucked by you.”

She smirked at the smooth recovery and turned her attention to the rest of the group, “What about the rest of you hm? Want to take me up on the bet? Could win a blowjob…” she blew them a kiss, expecting it to send them leaving, laughing and pretending to each other they’d bested her in their witty sparring.

But instead one of them quietly spoke, “Hey Cody you don’t have a girlfriend…”

The jocks quickly took up the call, urging Cody, who looked embarrassed to have been singled out, to take her up on the bet. Shannon smirked at him, her head tilted to the side, waiting.

Cody let out a sigh and shrugged off his friends, “Alright alright!” he laughed, “Fine!”

This was met by a round of cheers by the group and, to Shannon’s surprise, she found herself to be the centre of attention once more. She looked Cody up and down, judging him, she could see his expression, elated by the cheers but, as he saw her expression of victory, he paled considerably.

She pursed her lips some, then sighed.

“You win! It’s a packer, guess I owe you head huh?” 

The group cheered and slapped Cody on the back, almost knocking him over, he laughed too but seemed uncertain, he looked like he was about to pass out, so she decided to give him an out.

“Come back later tonight, I get off my shift at ten, you know, to claim your reward,” she winked.

He looked immediately relieved and, while cheering for their victorious comrade, happy to escape with their dignity intact they left her store, though not so hurriedly as to be seen to be retreating.

Shaking her head Shannon let out a chuckle, that had been fun, he had been cute too, it was a shame really. She adjusted herself in her jeans, her cock semi-hard against her thigh and went about tidying up the store after them, certain in the knowledge that she wouldn’t see any of them again.

Cody and his friend’s laughed the whole experience off, teasing the woman for having stuffed a packer down her jeans to mess with them, talking about the weird toys, but on the whole, forgot about it.

They went about their wander, grabbing food, hanging out, having fun. The evening deepened and his friends suggested they all go out for drinks, keep the day going into the night, but Cody declined, clubbing and drinking had never really been his scene and, though they teased him about going to collect from that shop lady, they understood that he didn’t enjoy it as much as they did, they were, Cody knew, good friends to have.

He found himself wandering the streets of the city, his headphones in, listening to music and he followed his feet. Usually, after parting way with his friends, he would hop on the city’s subway and ride home, but not today. He found himself drawn by an inexplicable curiosity backtracking on his day’s adventures.

Shannon was yawning, getting ready to close up the shop, having already flipped the sign to ‘closed’ when she heard the door swing and the bell tinkle, she slumped some and let out an annoyed sigh, not turning towards the door as she sorted out a display, “Read the sign, we’re closed.”

“O-oh, sorry, I just thought…” 

She spun suddenly, her eyes going wide as, standing just inside the doorway, was the boy from early, “No fucking way,” she said out loud, unable to contain her surprise.

He blushed some, “Should I go?”

She shook her head, frowning a little as she glanced past him, “Where are your friends?”

He shrugged, “Out drinking somewhere.”

Shannon eyed him for a moment, but believed him, she stepped over to where he was standing, one arm hanging by her side, the other gripping her elbow just under her breasts, “So uh..”

“Cody.”

“Cody,” she repeated, “You… You know I wasn’t messing, right? About me?”

He glanced down, noting the outline of the familiar bulge in her jeans and nodded a little, “Y-yeah, I guess.”

“So what? Did you come here to pay up? To suck my dick?” She inquired, disbelieving.

“No! No I… No.” he folded his arms and chewed his lip, looking back towards the door.

“…Just curious, right?”

He blinked and looked back at Shannon, eying her over before shrugging softly. 

“Mm, thought so. Well… If you want we can experiment together…” she grinned a little, eying him over again, admiring his slender form and enticing curves.

“I-I don’t think so, look, I’m sorry, for my friends I mean. I uh, thanks, sorry,” he said, turning and putting his hand on the door handle.

“Wait!” she said, stopping him short and biting her lip, “…What if I can make it worth your while?”

“…What do you mean?” he said slowly, hesitating, his hand still on the door handle.

She paused open-mouthed, then folded her arms, “Alright let me be blunt, I’ve been waiting for a cute boy like you.” she smirked some, “Maybe you suck my cock maybe you don’t. But you’re curious. Said so yourself, right? You’re in a sex shop with someone who wants to play with you… So, why not? Whatever you want to do I won’t judge or tell anyone. Crossdressing, bondage, heck even if you want to whip out that dragon dildo I’ll help you out.”

He shook his head and opened the door, “I-I’m sorry, I don’t know why I came here.”

“Come on yes you do, you’re curious, don’t back out now! What if I gave you a trophy or something?”

“Like what?” he looked at her expectantly and she thought. 

She was in almost every regard strictly a top, she gave and very rarely received. But, sometimes sacrifices had to be made, “A picture, your cock in my mouth to show off to your friends.”

He blushed brightly but she could see him thinking it over so she continued to speak, “Just imagine showing off that you let them go drinking so you could come back here and claim your reward.” she smiled and leaned in.

“We only do stuff that I want to?”

“Of course!”

“And you don’t tell anyone I was here?”

“Obviously!”

…Picture first.” he said, flatly and she couldn’t help but grin, nodding.

“Alright, picture first.” she conceded.

He nodded and closed the door, swallowing, “So, uh, do I just whip it out?”

She laughed a little, “Sort of, but I think we should start with something a little more subtle.”

“Like… Like what?”

She nodded to the back of the shop, “Go to the back, I’ll close up here first, don’t want any peeping toms do we?”

He nodded and moved towards the back as she put the shutters down, unable to stop herself from smiling as she locked the gazelle in with the lioness.

She smirked as she stepped back towards him, she was enjoying his innocence, she was sure she was going to enjoy a lot more of it before the evening was out, “You know your bases right?” she said as she stepped up to the boy who had been admiring a shelf of goodies, she breathed softly as she leaned in close, his doe-like eyes wide, his lips pursed as he leaned back against the shelves, his phone in one hand.

“I-”

She kissed him and, surprised, he recoiled, but she followed, pressing her body to his as he leaned back against the display, placing his phone down on the shelf so his hand could support him, trapped between the shelves and her curves.

Her lips were plump and full, her breath hot and her actions eager, her hands on his shoulders, slowly beginning to trail down his arms as he closed his eyes, kissing her back.

It started slow but as he reciprocated she felt encouraged, her hands trailing down to his, grinning ever so softly as she kissed.

She guided his hands, one over the curve of her hip to rest on her firm ass, her hand encouraging him to squeeze, the other she guided under her crop top, she wasn’t wearing a bra, she felt the fabric pushed up her chest followed by their hands, his soft warm fingers cupping her full breast, his fingers squeezing this time without her encouragement.

“Mmm…” she moaned into the kiss, feeling his hands on his body, tentative and inexperienced, but eager to try.

She enjoyed their hot kiss, her body pressed to his and, after a few minutes had passed, she broke the kiss, grinning gently, she let her hand trail from his, pressingly lightly to his chest, their eyes locked, his half-lidded, cheeks blushed, a few red lipstick marks on his lips as she smirked playfully, her hand working down to his stomach and then lower still.

He blushed in embarrassment as her hand slid into the front of his trousers, her hand finding his cock, fingers brushing lightly against it.

She blinked, hesitating, “No way…” she said, eyes wide and his blush deepened, his gaze looking away from hers, embarrassed.

Keen to see what she had felt Shannon dropped to her knees his hands resting now on the shelf to his back, her fingers running up his legs and thighs, to undo the clasp of his jeans, her thumbs hooking under booth the denim of his jeans and the softer fabric of his briefs.

She slid them down and gasped as his cock was revealed, the boy looking away as she raised her hands back towards it.

He bit his lip as he felt her, fingers delicate, tracing over the warm skin of his cock.

She lifted the soft cock in her hand, her fingers laced around it, it was the biggest cock she had seen, she lifted it in her hand, stroking it deftly as he let out a soft appreciative gasp. 

“Fuck Cody, you’re absolutely hung!” she said, biting her lip as she looked up at him, wonder in her eyes.

He blushed and looked back at her, “I-I know, I’m sorry…”

She tilted her head, bemused as she slowly stroked it, feeling it swell, it was already half hard, she realised, likely from their kissing, “Sorry? Sorry for what?”

“It’s… It’s too big, it gets in the way and it’s so difficult to hide!” he whined, though as soon as he was finished another moan escaped his lips.

“Hide? Why would you want to hide this! Gods you probably have the biggest cock in your friend’s circle. You could have any girl you want!” She smirked and hefted the hardening shaft, taking a look at his balls, heavy and full, smooth and hairless.

“I-I know but…” his words trailed off, his blush deepening as they looked at each other.

“…But you don’t think you want girls, right? You’re gay?” she asked.

“W-well… N-not exactly. I’m… I’m not sure what I am… I-”

“Do you think I’m hot?” she asked, interrupting him. He nodded, “Then stop worrying so much. The whole point of this that you get to explore without worrying. So quit worrying… And get ready to take that picture.”

She smirked and as he opened his mouth to protest, she parted her own red lips and took the almost hard length of his cock into the warmth of her mouth, swirling her tongue around the silky tip, letting him feel the odd texture of her spongy tongue and its metal stud as her lips stretched to encompass his impressive girth. 

He moaned and leaned further back against the stall, his eyes rolling back as they closed, the sensation of her skilled lips around his cock a wonderful sensation.

She was about to remind him that she was just doing this so he could take a picture, but in all of her years of being a top, she’d never found someone she actually wanted to blow, at least until now.

She started to roll her lips up and down the length of his cock, sucking and letting her tongue roll around his length, one hand on the base of his cock, gripping it as she worked what she could into the heat of her mouth, the boy letting out increasingly loud gasps and moans, each noise coming out with an increasingly feminine noise.

It was an odd sensation for her, despite their intentions of the evening being one of discovery for Cody, at the time Shannon was simply reveling in the new sensations, his heavy hot cock, both soft and hard filling her mouth, the odd taste and texture as it slid between her lips and over her active tongue, the wet noises that her sucking elicited, the way it urged against her throat, as if wanting more, though she was unsure if she could take such a monster. 

Freeing it briefly from her lips she lifted it, her fingers wrapped around the girth of his hard cock stroking the wet length as she leaned up under it to plant soft little kisses against his balls, causing Cody to shiver softly.

She licked the heavy orbs, weighing them on her tongue before she returned his ruby tip to her ruby lips, sucking, pleasuring, making him pant and writhe.

With her spare hand she pulled the already low v of her crop top down and to the sides, hooking the elastic fabric under the swell of each breast, each rounded orb tipped with a studded nipple. 

She squeezed a breast with one hand, idly playing with one of the studs as he looked down at her, admiring the view, he still, she noticed, didn’t have his phone up, whether he was just too lost to new pleasures or was stalling for time she didn’t know and didn’t much care.

She looked up at him, their eyes meeting as, with her breasts out, one hand resting on his thigh and the other cupping his heavy balls, cradling them, she prepared to finish him off.

She closed her eyes and did her best to relax her throat, shifting the position of her shoulders she leaned in, feeling the wet girth of his weighty cock press across her tongue, depressing it as she left the thick tip of his shaft bump against her throat, steeling herself she pushed forward still.

Cody gasped, arching his back as he watched her sink deeper onto his cock, the sensations coursing through him intensely as the busty shemale went down on him, deep throating his shaft.

She continued until his meat was fully sheathed in her mouth and throat, her neck visibly bulging as she struggled not to gag, her lips leaving a faint O of lipstick around the root of his cock, his soft pubic mound pressed to her nose, his balls against her chin.

Slowly she began with withdrawing, bobbing her head along the entire length of her shaft, his cock slick and shining with her spit, her eyes closed, he swallows and finally, with shaking hands, picked up his phone.

Shannon was focused entirely on not gagging as she pushed her shoulder forward and backwards, her mouth and throat full of pre and spit which she swallowed as she rolled her lips up and down his length, pausing occasionally to save herself from choking. 

After a few minutes his gasps and moans began to intensify, his hips moving slowly in time with her movements, opening her eyes she looked up at him and instead of seeing the boys gorgeous eyes, she saw the lens of his camera phone pointed at her, she continued to move, looking at the lens and after a few moments she realised he probably wasn’t taking pictures, by the placement of his fingers, he was likely videoing her.

With a wet sucking noise, she pulled the cock from her throat and mouth, resting it on her face as she looked up into the camera.

“Where do you want to cum, Cody?” she asked in a sultry tone, moving one hand to stroke his slick cock, the silky skin of his shaft passing easily under her fingers as she jerked him off.

“A-ah…” he panted, “I, I don’t know!”

She smirked and winked playfully, “I’ll pick then…” 

She swooped back down onto his cock, moving with an increased and more confident pace as she adjusted to having a cock in her throat.

She felt him start to tense in her mouth, feeling the cock throb in rhythm with his quickened heartbeat as he drew close to climax.

He jerked his hips at the moment of climax and she drew the cock from her throat, opening her mouth and moving a hand to stroke his member, her mouth open, the tip resting on her tongue as white ropes fired off, coating her tongue and filling her mouth with his sticky seed.

She panted across the tip of his cumming cock, looking up into the lens of the camera as he came in her mouth, her hand jerking him off onto her tongue, he shuddered as he came, his legs weak, relying on the stall behind him for support as she milked every last drop from his eager balls.

Cody watched on his phone as the tattooed, pierced, dyed hair beauty with her plump lips took his load onto her tongue, looking at him through the camera as she finished.

As his cock drooped, beginning to become limp she stroked it gently, letting the camera get a good shot of the seed between her lips, closing her mouth, swallowing then opening, grinning as she showed off her empty mouth, sticking her pierced tongue out before winking and moving to stand.

Cody swallowed and stopped recording the video, looking at her as she rose to stand, readjusting her crop top over her breasts and erect nipples. 

“Mm, well that was fun…” she said, smirking.

He blushed softly and leaned down, slipping his phone back into the pocket of his fallen jeans, reaching to pull them back up his legs, but, as he did, she stepped on them, keeping them pinned to the floor. He looked up at her, eyebrow raised, “Uh, excuse me?”

She pursed her lips, “Uh, excuse you indeed? I seem to recall you lost the bet and came here to learn, not to get your dick sucked.” she hesitated, “That was just a bonus. For my amusement. So you won’t be needing those,” she nodded down to his pants, “For a good long while yet…”

He blushed some and stepped out of his pants, leaving them on the floor.

“And you can take that shirt off too.”

“This hardly seems fair.” he protested meekly as he hooked his thumbs under his shirt.

Shannon hesitated, “You’re right.” 

He blinked in surprise at her agreement and watched as she hooked her thumbs under her own hem, lifting it up.

Cody followed her lead and, once his shirt was over his head he looked over at her, staring unashamedly at her full bare breasts, a twisting tribal tattoo outlining one of the round breasts. 

He swallowed, “Still hardly seems fair…” he said, glancing down.

She grinned a little, putting her hands on her hips, “Oooh? You want to see my cock huh?”

He flushed, “I…”

“Remember why you’re here?” she prompted gently.

“I, yes,” he said a little embarrassed.

She smiled, “Come get it then, come explore.”

He hesitated for a few long moments then stepped towards her, looking up into her bemused expression as his hands found the clasp of her jeans, his own cock now soft between his thighs as his fingers, nimble and delicate opened her jeans and slid them down her thighs, her panties following with them to reveal her own cock, springing free, hard and excited. 

He blushed in surprise as he realised he had been bigger than her, his fingers reaching out to curl around her cock as she kicked her pants free of herself.

“How’s it feel?” She asked gently as he just felt and explored the feeling of her cock.

“Like… Like my own, but a little smaller, a little… Better.”

She smirked, “You like the feel of someone else’s cock in your hand over the feel of your own cock?”

He nodded a little, “Is… Is that weird?”

She smirked, “Nothing we do tonight will be weird. We’re just having fun…”

He smiled a little, “Okay. So uh… What do you want to try first?”

She bit her lip, urging her hips forward a little, a tiny spark of pleasure running up her shaft, “How about that negligee?”

“Negli-what?” he asked and, despite his pleasurable grip on her shaft, she stepped away, beckoning for him to follow.

He followed her, watching her firm ass sway as she walked, selecting the same silken outfit his friends had picked out mockingly for him earlier, she checked the tag and turned, grinning, “They were right, it is your size.”

“I’ve…”

She put a finger to his lips and he paused, “No. If you’re going to question everything we’re going to try the first thing I’m going to try is a ball gag. Okay.”

He paused and looked a little embarrassed, “Ah… Sorry. But, er…”

She glared a little, “What?”

“Can we try the ballgag after?”

She paused, then laughed, nodding, “Yeah, sure, we can try the ballgag after. But stick this on! Come on, I want to see what you look like.”

She tossed the negligee to him and he caught it, blushing as he felt the silky fabric against his skin.

She watched, hands on her hips, her cock pointing straight ahead at him as he lifted the frilly piece, finding the way in and pulling it on, the tag was itchy, but the rest of the fabric felt wonderful against his smooth skin. It fell to his thighs, just obscuring his cock and hung a little limp at the chest, he looked down at himself then up at Shannon, “How does it look on me?”

“Cute!” she grinned, “though it’s not a perfect fit… What do you think?”

“It feels nice…” he admitted, looking down at himself, “But, I don’t think it suits me.”

“No?” she said, tilting her head.

He shook his head and she shrugged, “Guess you aren’t into cross-dressing then. Fair enough, how about we try something I know you’re interested in?”

He paused momentarily, pulling the negligee back off over his head and nodded some, following her once more as she walked to the back of the shop, through a door and into the back. It was a storage room, full of boxes, miscellaneous items and an old looking sofa, unlike the front of shop it was very disorganised.

“So uh, what are we doing back here?” he asked, tempted to cover his modesty, the casual nudity new to him.

She glanced briefly towards the sofa then back at him, smiling innocently as she plucked a ball gag from a storage box, removing the tag, “Oh, you wanted to try one of these out, yes?”

He blushed and nodded a little, stepping closer, “Y-yeah. I’ve seen them before in porn… Just… Wondered what it felt like, you know?”

“Well, here, let me help you with that.” she stepped forward, the red ball approaching his plush lips. He didn’t hesitate, he opened his mouth and took the ball into his mouth, Shannon reaching behind, her breasts pressing to his chest as she tied it in place and adjusted the straps so it was tight, but not uncomfortable, “There… Hows that feel?”

He blushed and nodded a little, his cock twitching between his thighs.

“Huh, you like that do you? Want more?”

He gave her a questioning look but nodded.

She pursed her lips and looked around the room questing, then grinned, “Ahha…”

He watched as she moved to a box, pulling out a few coils of something black, she turned and brandished it. Rope. 

She stepped towards him and he blushed, waiting expectantly.

“Good boy, just let Shannon have her fun,” she smirked and winked, Cody realised with a flush that up until that point he hadn’t even known her name.

She stepped up to him and didn’t wait for permission he couldn’t give, she started to wind the coils of rope around him as she had with another partner. 

It was a passion of hers and as he wiggled, her knots and ties seemingly random he watched as they became intricate patterns, a Karada rope dress with a mini skirt. She had to improvise, as the rope dress worked and she admitted, looked better on a woman with breasts to be encircled and enhanced by the pressure of the rope, but had to admit his hips, ass and semi-hard cock looked good in the web weave of black rope.

It felt good and as she finished the weave on his arms, tieing them folded behind his back, he wanted to comment but in a moment of clarity realised his mobility was somewhat impaired, he looked at her with a moment of worry.

“If you want me to stop at any point just…” she hesitated, pursing her lips, “Cross your ankles?”

He paused, then nodded, with the ropes stopping at his thighs he still had the use of his legs.

“Good! Now. Want to try butt stuff?” she grinned, excited.

He blushed, looking absolutely delicious bound, his cock once more rock hard, his plush lips wrapped snugly around the red gag. He nodded.

She winked and started to move around the room, picking collecting a couple of items before returning to him, “Don’t worry about these, these are just to help enhance your pleasure!”

She grinned and leaned in, holding a pair of rings linked together with a chain. The larger ring she fitted around his whole cock and balls, the smaller ring just around the base of his cock. 

She had judged the size well and it was a snug fit, but not painful fit, his erect cock throbbing harder in its binds. 

Pulling out a small tube of lube she squeezed a little into her hand, massaging it into his cock. He moaned through his gag, unsure as to why she was prepping him again, but certainly in no position to complain. 

She smiled some after admiring her handiwork, his engorged cock once more slick and shiny. She collected the second last of her items, a longer thicker tube which she unscrewed the top of, placing the plastic lip aside. 

He watched as she revealed a pink, faux anus and, after applying another dollop of lube, she worked her fingers into the fleshlight, preparing it as she looked up at him. 

“Yeah yeah, not what you thought I meant when I said butt play, but don’t worry, I’m getting to that.”

She stood and walked over to the sofa, beckoning to him. She watched as the bound boy walked over to her, admiring the movements of his bound body, the bob of his erect cock. She turned to the sofa and, grabbing a pillow, wedged the fleshlight between the sofa arm and the cushion pointing up. She picked up a small silicone nub and twisted it, causing it to begin to vigorously vibrate in her hand. With a smirk, she pushed the little bullet into the fleshlight, just inside the rim, the hum deepening as it was obscured.

Cody looked at her confused but she winked and took his hand, guiding him to the edge of the sofa. Gripping a rope at his back she pushed and he began to fall forward, but she was able to support him, simply stopping him from collapsing as she gently bent him over the edge of the sofa.

She paused briefly, getting him to step forward a couple of inches before she continued to push him down. She grinned as his cock lined up with the vibrating fleshlight and, as he was pushed over and his cock sank into the wet cool embrace of the vibrating love hole, the lubricated soft silicone sliding over the sensitive throbbing cock, he let out a moan through his gag.

“Feels good huh?” She asked the squirming boy, his moans coming through his gag as each tiny wiggle brushed his steely tip against the vibrating bullet.

“Thought so, so uh, just stay there and I’ll see to the rest…”

Shannon collected a second cushion and placed it by the sofa, kneeling herself down so his pillowy cheeks came on level with her face. 

She reached up and sank her her fingers into the plushness of his ass, parting his cheeks to reveal his star.

“Well if that just isn’t the best thing I’ve seen all day…” she purred low, smirking, her fingers still slick with lubricant she rubbed a little around his ass, the skin hot and silky smooth, the little wrinkle of his hole ripe for her to enjoy.

She slowly worked her finger into the tight o of his ring, feeling the heat clamp down on her, felt his back arch.

She knew, from her own, limited and personal experiences that her probing finger would be less than pleasant, but every push and pull from her probing finger caused involuntary little twitches from his body which, thanks to her little setup, caused pleasure to spark through his cock.

She slid her finger in and out of his lubed hole, quick to introduce a second slick finger, preparing him for what was to come, loosening him slightly, letting him acclimatise to the sensation of invasion and lubricating him.

She stood slowly, squeezing his plush cheeks, giving each pale mound a firm slap, causing him to gasp, jerk his hips forward, then moan.

“Yeah just you wait, this is going to feel amazing…”

She chewed on her lip pressing her slick fingers into the softness of his cheeks, parting them and pressing the tip of her length against his little star.

He whimpered, but, as she glanced down, she noticed that his ankles remained uncrossed, his toes, however, were delightfully curled from the sensations. 

Shannon grinned and tilted her head back, closing her eyes as she allowed herself the luxury of sinking the tip of her cock into the boy, he squealed out through the gag, in both pain and pleasure she was sure, as she let gravity do her work, no slow inch by inch ceremony, instead of one long gliding motion, accompanied by a slick wet sound, she pressed the length of her hard cock into the boy, feeling the tight heat of his ass envelope her needy, so far unattended cock.

This was where Shannon was at her best, on top, a delightful toy beneath her, a hole to plough, she knew that Cody was about to find out just how epic Shannon’s stamina was.

She placed her hands on his lower back, gyrating her hips to stir her cock deep inside him, letting it explore its new home, feel the walls of his slick hole squeeze down around her invading tool, her balls pressed to his larger ones, her thighs pressed to his. Heaven.

In the moment where she had in one brutally fluid movement sank her entire length into him he had crossed his ankles, and his eyes, but as she leaned back up, letting herself withdraw from him, they were once more uncrossed, she grinned, knowing he was hers.

“Okay sweety, buckle up…”

With her hands on his hips she drew back, watching with delight as her slick cock pulled out of the delightfully tight and sucking hole, only to push back in, again filling him with her meat and drawing a whimper from him, she was quick to adopt a fast, hard pace, enjoying the way his doughy ass cheeks rippled with movement each time she slammed her hips into him.

The boys world was changing, each slam into his ass causing his whole body to bounce forward, her cock pounding his virgin prostate, each movement making his almost painfully erect cock fuck in and out of the slick, warming vibrating fleshlight wrapped snugly around his shaft, the constant buzzing of the vibrating bullet against his sensitive tip.

She knew what she was doing to him, this was a move she’d only managed to try once or twice before with partners and she knew what it did to them, with his cock bound as tight as it was when he came there would be no cum, like a denial but with the pleasure, it would help shorten the recharge time on a cock that couldn’t catch a break from being hard and surrounded by pleasure, there would be bliss, there would be pain, but with her constantly powering into him, it would all melt together into a single orgasmic heaven. She wanted this boy for her own and his fate was already sealed.

She panted as she laid into him, her cock constantly hammering home, minute after minute without pause or break, he couldn’t believe her strength or stamina, his eyes closed as his body shook with almost ceaseless orgasm, as soon as one ended and a few seconds of painful oversensitivity had passed he found himself once more on the cusp.

She paced herself, sometimes laying over his back, sometimes standing straight, her weight being supported by her feet on the ground, her knees on the sofa or her arms on his back, this technique allowing her muscles to keep up with her pace for far longer as the room echoed with the sounds of their bodies clapping together, her breasts bouncing slightly as she fucked him.

His mind was a white slate of pleasure, his face pressed into the sofa cushion, saliva drooling around the gag as he breathed frantically through his nose, his body exhausted, his legs, though the only part of him that wasn’t bound, so leaden he couldn’t move them, he was helpless, a hole for her to use and with each passing second he prayed it lasted forever.

As time blurred by both Cody and Shannon were coated with a thin sheen of sweat, his cock throbbing in its bindings, hers pulsing in the well-lubricated heat of his now welcoming cock sleeve. 

She was panting hard, her muscles beginning to tire and she knew she didn’t have much left in her, in her youth she could’ve gone for another couple of hours, but as it stood now she was reaching her limit, she had been subtly adjusting her speed, ensuring she was never pushed over the edge into cumming but she knew if she continued with that much longer, she might collapse without finishing the job.

Swallowing she reached under him, pausing in her thrusts for just a moment, the boy so far gone he didn’t even notice the change as she unclipped the metal rings around his cock.

The sensations for Cody changed in an instant, his cock, suddenly free from restraint burst into climax, his cum firing out deep as Shannon once more began her fuck his hole, hard and frantic, desperate to cum with him.

He gasped, his eyes wide but staring at nothing as he shot the biggest, thickest load of his life deep into the waiting fleshlight, the pleasure immense, even as the battery on the bullet, shoved irrecoverably deep into the fleshlight gave it’s last few drowning buzzes.

As he came his ass squeezed tight around her, rippling and shifting, milking her cock as she tilted her head back, eyes closed as she felt her balls tighten, almost on instinct as her climax drew close she slowed, her muscle memory wanting to make it last, but she forced herself forward, made herself let go, let herself cum.

They came together, each rope of hot cum filling his once virgin hole, marking him as hers and sending another strand from his smooth balls into the fleshlight. 

She hilted herself, her entire body pressed as tightly to his as she could possibly make it.

They stayed like that for seemingly an age, their slick bodies pressed to each other, her breasts on his back, her balls resting on his, each completely spent and exhausted. They lay together, recovering, her muscles aching with satisfaction, her cock softening inside of him.

Finally, with a single wet sound, she stood on admittedly wobbly legs and withdrew her length from his ass. 

With a grunt of effort, she raised and rolled him, pushing him so he lay on his back on the sofa, his legs up on the arm, his cock soft, resting against his stomach as she retrieved the abused and cum fill fleshlight.

Biting her lip she slid two fingers deep into the hot cum filled silicone and, between them pulled out the spent bullet, her fingers covered in the boy’s massive load.

Discarding the bullet she glanced at him to ensure he wasn’t looking her way, then licked her fingers clean, tasting his seed once more.

She stepped towards him and sat down beside the sofa, their heads on level as she reached out and with one hand undid the clasp of his ballgag.

She pulled it from his mouth and set it aside, his lips parted, his eyes closed.

“Mm… Can you hear me, Cody?” she asked, her voice a little hoarse.

He nodded gently, panting through his open mouth, “I’ve got… One last thing for you to try before you’re done, okay?”

He nodded again and she bit her lip, “Give it the deepest French kiss of your life…” she purred softly as she upturned the fleshlight, pressing the sticky silky silicone to his lips.

He whimpered softly but obeyed, pressing his tongue into the soft silicone material and feeling the ribs of the sleeve against his tongue.

She watched as he kissed the toy with a slow passion and grinned as his own cum started to pour into his mouth.

He arched his back, whimpering at the taste and texture, but without being told, he began to swallow.

She watched for several long moments and reclined against the sofa, smiling peacefully as he enjoyed himself kissing the toy.

She would keep him, for sure.

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Hi, everyone! This is the second story to “Don’t Stop” because it was so wanted lol. I hope you all enjoy and let me know what you think below (;

***PLEASE READ THE ENDING AUTHOR’S NOTE THAT I ALWAYS HAVE AT THE END OF MY STORIES- THANK YOU!***

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“Hey Kate, is Lillian in yet?”

I ask the redhead. Kelly turns around and smiles. 

“No, she’s a little late. How are you two?”

Kelly asks with a devious smirk, knowing fully well how Lillian and I are. The woman had caught us making out a few (or more) times. I bite my lip softly to hold back my smile but it’s useless. 

“Good…Great actually. How are you and Emma?”

I ask in return. Kelly blushes deeply and plays uncomfortably with the pen in her hand.

“Um…we’re good- very, very good.”

Kelly says and tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. I smile and laugh lightly.

“I’m gonna wait for Ms. Fairbanks in her office.”

I say with a smirk and walk away into Lillian’s office. Mischievously, I walk around her desk and slide my panties from my hips. I’ve been fantasizing about her hand shoved underneath my skirt since I left her place last night. And it’s kind of an unspoken rule that there is no sex in the office, only kissing. I hope she’s willing to bend her rules. I take a seat in her chair and nervously bite my lip. In, what feels like hours but is truly only a few minutes, Lilian opens her door. My heart skips a beat at the image of the stunning woman and I smile softly. Lilian smiles curiously and shuts the door.

“What are you doing in here?”

Lillian asks as she saunters my way with a smirk that makes my spine shiver. I lick my lips and skillfully use the toe of my shoes to scoop up my panties and cross my legs to show them off to her. It’s hard to miss the dark wet spot in the middle of the gusset of the light gray panties. Lilian stops smirking and leans against the desk in front of me. 

“Oh…”

Lilian whispers and grips the edge of the desk tightly. I smile and let my panties drop back to the floor.

“I’ve been thinking about you.”

I husk and roll the chair forward before spreading my legs to trap her between myself and the desk. Lilian swallows roughly and stares down at me.

“I’ve been thinking about you too, Ally.”

Lilian whispers with dark lustful eyes. I smirk and lick my lips, knowing she loves to watch my lips. My hands move to trail my fingers just behind her knees. My touch makes her jump in surprise at first but then her body relaxes against the desk. I’ve got her.

“We should wait until after work.”

Lilian finally denies having sex in her office. I chuckle lightly and trail my fingers higher underneath her dress. Her breaths get heavier and her eyelids drop lower in a hooded gaze. 

“I can’t wait that long.”

I husk and move only one hand to her button up blouse. With a swift movement of my hand, the shirt is free from the waistband of her torturous skirt. Lilian grips the desk with white knuckles and tightens her thighs. 

“Ally, I-I don’t think this is a good idea.”

Lilian stumbles. The cool, composed, cold-hearted female lawyer of the year stumbles from me, Allison Tanner, a lowly, yet successful lawyer. I smirk even wider and lean forward to press a teasing kiss to the newly exposed skin of her toned stomach, just left of her belly button. Her muscles tense. I look up at her through my eyelashes and move the hand on the back of her leg upwards to tease my nails over the curve of her ass. Lilian lets out a soft breathy moan. I slowly push her skirt up to her waist while simultaneously, and skillfully, unbuttoning the blouse. 

“But I want you so bad, Lil.”

I whisper against her skin and swipe my tongue just above the waistband of the skirt. Lilian rolls her head back slightly and as much as I want to stand and nip at her delicate neck I keep my lips where they are. My fingers finally release the final button from its hole and I part the two halves of the shirt to gaze at her gorgeous chest. There is a soft pink blush that rises from the top of her breasts up towards her neck that I relish on making. My hand underneath her skirt moves to the hem of her panties, a lacy black thong.

“May I?”

I ask politely but the devious smirk on my face shows that I love to tease her. Lilian seems to contemplate her answer for a few seconds before letting out a breath and squeezing her eyes tight. 

“Yes.”

She chokes out and sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. I smile victoriously and pull down her panties so they fall around her ankles. In seconds I have her sitting on her desk with the heels of her shoe snug against the armrests to spread her legs open. Lillian breathes anxiously, waiting for me to make a move. I send her a small smile before I bury my face between her thighs. I hear a muffled gasp above me and then a quiet moan. She must be covering her mouth. A shiver rolls down my back at the image of us. She leans back farther onto her other hand and I’m able to look at her. She’s quite the mess considering her usual image. Her shirt is unbuttoned and parted to accentuate her blushing chest and erect nipples, her stomach is tense, and her eyes are shut. I moan at the first taste of her and flick her clit to see her jump in surprise at the rough swipe. I had initially wanted to tease her slowly but considering we’re in her office with the door unlocked and only the mindful redhead outside to stop anyone coming in I choose to give it to her fast. My fingers tease around her entrance and she moans softly in lust, wanting me inside of her. I let out a deep moan and push my fingers inside of her wet heat with ease. Another muffled moan vibrates against Lillian’s hand and she drops down to one elbow on the desk. I suck and flick her clit, hard and fast. Her moans and groans are constant, I even think she whimpers at one point but I can’t be sure. In under a minute she is shaking, breathing harshly against her hand, and starting to clamp her thighs around my head. I suck her clit while flicking it and it drives her crazy. The hand covering her mouth flies down to slam against the table.

“Oh, yes! GOD, YES!”

Lilian groans out loudly. I quickly push myself into a standing position but awkwardly lean over her so my mouth can still reach her cunt. She falls onto her back sending multiple items to the floor. My finger work harder and deeper inside of her as my free hand reaches up to cover her mouth to stop the continuing moans. I rock my body against hers to make sure she is getting the utmost pleasure. One hand finds home in my hair and pushes me down deeper into her pussy. I start to feel my jaw ache and my arm cramp with effort but I don’t need to worry. In the next few seconds, her body curls into a rigid c-shape as her moan reverberates against my palm. I eagerly lick up the sweet juices that gush around my fingers to drip down my hand then to the polished oak desk. Lilian eventually releases my hair and collapses back against the desk taking deep breaths. I remove my fingers and take them into my mouth as I look down at her body. Beautiful and Ravaged. Lillian opens her eyes to then smile at me in amazement. I smile back.

“I think I’m satisfied until, um…lunch.”

I tease and her soft chuckle rings through my ears like a melody. I help her sit up but instead of getting dressed again she grabs me by the hips to pull me flush against her. 

“You are amazing.”

Lilian emphasizes each word with a kiss to my lips. Her hands drop lower to grab the hem of my skirt and starts tugging upwards 

“So amazing that you should have an orgasm.” 

She husks and kisses my neck lightly peppered with beads of sweat. I smile but stop her hands and lean back.

“Lil, you were loud enough to get the whole office’s attention. I should go.”

I whisper against her lips before stealing a quick but soft kiss that will definitely lift my spirits for the rest of the day. Lilian groans and releases my skirt reluctantly to start buttoning her shirt.

“Fine. Meet me at our place for lunch?”

Lilian asks as she moves from the desk to grab her panties off the chair. She busies herself with looking presentable as I sneakily put my own wet panties in plain view on her desk. I clean up the mess she had pushed off the desk in our tangle of limbs and tongues.

“Of course. I’ll bring lunch.”

I stand back up and set the things onto her desk. Lilian leans over the desk with a smile. 

“Ally?”

I look up and instinctively smile because of her beautiful smile. Her hand comes up to cup my cheek and pull me in closer. 

“Thank you.”

Lilian whispers and kisses me softly. I smile against her lips and she pulls away. Her palm moves back to the desk but I stay where I am.

“My pleasure.”

I husk and steal another kiss, forcing myself back after a few seconds so not to deepen the kiss. I take a deep breath and smile when Lillian does the same. 

“I’m looking forward to lunch.”

Lilian says after me. I send her a wink over my shoulder before leaving her office. The second I step from the office Kelly rolls her chair out of her cubicle to fix me with a smug smirk.

“Working hard in there huh, Ally?” 

Kelly asks then Emma’s head pops out as well. The blonde’s smirk makes me realize that they had been listening to us the whole time. I walk over to them with a glare of amusement.

“Firstly, I don’t appreciate you listening in on us. Secondly, I always give 101% ladies.”

I smirk and walk away with Emma laughing and Kelly with her mouth gaping in surprise at my blunt reaction. I walk into my office with a smile and try my best to work but I find it difficult when all I can think about is the taste of Lilian on my tongue. A few minutes later Lilian calls my phone. 

“I can’t believe you Ally! Your panties were left on my desk- intentionally I presume! And Kelly came into my office! SHE noticed them- not me! I hope you’re happy!”

Lilian growls over the phone. She’s angry but I hear amusement and lust present in her voice so I’m not all that worried. I smirk and lean back in my chair. 

“Did you turn red when you realized they were there? Did you think about taking them off of me? Most importantly, did you want to fuck me?”

I husk into the phone. Lilian’s breath catches and I know I’ve won. 

“Maybe.”

Lilian answers with a strong tone of voice. I smile and sit back up to grab my pen again. 

“Then, yes, I am happy. Do me a favor and bring them with you to lunch?”

I ask with an innocent voice. Lilian’s deep chuckle sounds through the phone. 

“Oh no, Ally. These are mine now.”

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It’s nearly time for my lunch break when I have to rush out of the building to get take-out from the Thai restaurant we both love. Luckily they know me well and have my order done in under 5 minutes. I rush back to my building but instead of going to the law firm’s floor I go one above. A few weeks ago Lilian and I realized we couldn’t have public lunch dates so we found out little place upstairs. The floor above was gutted out and off limits for new ownership from massive water damage. Except there is a couch and a coffee table left behind in one of the offices. And how we found it is because we had both been without each other’s touch for two days and it drove us to run out of the office and upstairs to where Lilian knew they were cleaning out. Let me just say being taken up against a wall by Lilian Fairbanks is the hottest person EVER. I walk around the corner to see her waiting in the room with an impatient look on her face. I sigh and set the bag of food onto the coffee table. 

“I’m sorry, I know I’m late. I got caught up in the Rowland case. I got a call from the mom saying Jamie wants to pull his testimony. I had to call and-“

I moan softly in surprise when Lilian cuts me off with a kiss. She pulls away a few seconds later with a smirk.

“You’re adorable, now, shut up.”

Lilian whispers before digging into the bag of food for her lunch. I sit down with her and grab my own food. We eat and talk for most of the time. I’m just finishing my rice when her hand slides onto my thigh. 

“We have less time than usual but I’m positive I can get you off in under 10 minutes.”

Her free hand grabs my container and sets it down on the table. I smirk and study the predatory look on her face with anxiousness. 

“You think so?”

I ask and her smiling lips press against mine. 

“I know so.”

Lilian whispers back and pushes me back against the armrest. She climbs on top of me with one hand holding herself up beside my head and a thigh snug between my own. I’m underneath her willing and throbbing to be touched by her however she wishes. God knows I’m dripping wet from earlier. Her eyes look deep into mine and her other hand lifts from my thigh to cup my cheek. Her lips drop down to kiss me softly. 

“Are you wet?”

Lilian whispers so softly in my ear it sends a shiver down my spine. I bite my lip and nod my head. Her hand drops from my cheek to my button down shirt, her nimble fingers swiftly unbuttoning my shirt.

“You are so hot.”

She husks and finishes with my shirt, parting it to look at my chest. I lick my lips and raise one of my legs to rest on her hip. Her hand slides down my thigh to push up my skirt to tease me. Our lips connect again and she swirls her teasing fingers around my clit. I moan into her mouth and run my hands all over her body, as much as I can reach. Everything turns frantic. Her fingers delve deep inside of me with a groan and moan from both of us and her tongue tangles with mine for dominance. And being the hot crazy powerful woman she is, she wins without a true fight, her hand is between my legs giving me pleasure after all. Needlessly to say she dominates the hell out of me. Her lips lead mine, her hand spreads me wider, and her fingers fuck me so good. I lace my fingers in her hair to keep her lips against mine so my moans are muffled. But I have to pull away for air.

“Lil…”

I breathe out and with my one word she knows I’m close. Her fingers curl to find that perfect spot inside me that makes me scream in pleasure. 

“FUCK.”

I groan and arch my back, the warm tingling feeling starting to spread throughout my body. I gasp against her lips and my body tenses in orgasm. Lilian moans and pushes deeper and faster into me. I curl around her and pull her down flush against me. Her hand eventually stops, my body relaxes, and our lips graze against one another but barely make contact as our breaths mingle together between us. Lilian pulls her fingers from inside of me and moves off to my side. 

“Alright. We should…We should get back.”

Lilian says softly and brushes some hair from my eyes. I smile and nod my head.

“I know.”

I whisper back but then I look at her and wished we had ditched work to go to her house for the rest of the day. I just want to look at her. Lilian smiles and closes her eyes taking a breath.

“I never want our lunches to end.”

Lilian husks and I swiftly lean over to kiss her. Soft but long, our feelings of wanting to stay here mutual. She sighs and I stand from my spot, straightening my clothes and makeup. She helps me look presentable before cleaning up our mess. With one last kiss, she goes downstairs back to work. I follow a few minutes later.

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“Ally?”

I look up to see Lilian in my doorway. I smile and grab my purse. I was just about to leave for home and didn’t expect her to still be here. She loves to go home early on Friday’s. 

“Hey, what’s up? I didn’t think you’d still be here.”

I say and walk towards her. She has an exhausted look on her face that concerns me. One of her hands finds purchase on my wrist then pulls me closer. 

“I have had a horrible day- I don’t want to talk about it but…I do want you in my bed tonight.”

Lilian says with an unusual hint of vulnerability in her voice and damn near pleading in her eyes. My gaze softens and I wrap an arm around her waist so she is slightly pressed against me. Today was her high profile case. A struggle of privacy between two neighbors. She must’ve gotten clobbered.

“I’ll get some things from my place then be over. Is that okay?”

I ask gently. Her eyes close and her forehead presses to mine. Besides kissing this is so very intimate for us. I can practically feel the relief and exhaustion seeping from her pores. 

“It’s perfect. Thank you.”

Lilian whispers and places a chaste kiss to my lips before pulling away and walking out the door. I close my eyes for a few seconds to bask in the warm feeling. I’m not sure what that feeling is but I know it feels good and I want more of it. We’ve only had a few of these moments that are just perfect like that one. I’m sure we’ll have much more. I walk from my office out to my car. In under 30 minutes, I am knocking at the blonde’s door to be let in. Lilian opens the door with a gentle smile and silently pulls me inside.

“Do you want to talk about what happened today?”

I ask softly as she leads us upstairs into her bedroom. She had already gotten into her pajamas and I’m assuming finished getting ready for bed so I set down my things and start to undress to change clothes. She climbs under the covers with a sad face.

“Not yet.”

Lilian mumbles. I concede and finish getting dressed before using the bathroom. I turn off the light and slide between the cold sheets. Naturally, I move over to her and kiss her shoulder. Suddenly she grabs my hand and rolls around to face me. I can only faintly see the outline of her jaw and the bridge of her nose from the moonlight shining in but I can simply tell that she is upset. I don’t say anything so she can speak.

“The case took a wrong turn today. The defense really wrecked us, that’s all.”

Lilian whispers and kisses my knuckles. I furrow my eyebrows in concern. I lean forward and kiss her lips. 

“I’m sorry to hear that, Lil.”

Her lips move back to mine. In seconds the heat between is toxic. She rolls on top of me and takes off her shirt in one fell swoop. My hungry eyes roam her chest and my tongue wets my lips. Lilian smiles in the dark and her hands cup her breasts just to tease me. I sit up quickly and take her nipple into my mouth with a deep moan. Her gasps sound loud in the quiet room and her hands find purchase in the brown locks of my hair. Her hips eventually move to grind herself with no avail. I switch breasts every so often until her fist in my hair pulls my head back. 

“Tease.”

Lilian whispers before crushing our lips together in a passionate kiss. I chuckle lightly and drop my hands down to cup her ass through the cotton pajama pants. I had no intention of teasing her, I just really love her boobs. Her hands move down to bunch my tank top in her hands then pulls upwards. We break apart so she can pull the cloth off my body and toss is aside. Our lips connect once more but not for long. She pushes me back against the bed with her lips trailing down my throat. My fingers slide down into her pants, finding myself smiling at the lack of panties.

“Naughty girl.”

I husk and jerk down her pants to lightly smack her ass. Lilian nips at my neck in response and I feel her smirk against my skin. With my insistent hands pushing her pants down she moves off to the side to strip them off. I easily roll on top of her and pin her hands to the pillows. Lilian arches up to try and capture my lips with her own but now I decide to tease her. With a groan of frustration, she breaks free from my grasp and grabs the back of my neck to pull me down into a kiss. I smirk into the kiss and spread her legs with my hands. I lean back and caress her thighs with an idea in mind.

“Have you ever watched lesbian porn?”

I ask softly and take off my own panties and pants. The older woman raises her eyebrows in surprise by the question. 

“Occasionally.”

Lilian admits. I smile and gently lead her leg to rest her ankle on my shoulder. Her teeth bite into her bottom lip as I move to straddle her other thigh. 

“Then you know what I’m about to do?”

I ask slyly and move my other hand down to her thigh. Lilian nods her head and grips both of my legs just behind my knees. The heat between our cunts is scorching hot. I bring my hips down and we both moan in pleasure. I grind slowly, trying to set a rhythm wanting to cherish the pleasure coursing through my body with Lilian’s soft skin under my palms. I close Myrtle’s to focus. I want to take my time so I know what she likes and what I like. I’ve only done this with one other woman but it was ages ago in my first year of college. Her moans reach my ears as do my own but I can only think of the heat between us, the sweat, the passion. This is the most I’ve ever trusted and wanted someone in a long time. I love it. She eventually brings me out of my thoughts with louder moans and desperate hands grabbing at my hips for more. I look down at the gorgeous woman underneath me as a wave of desire washes through me, a desire to make her come undone. 

“Can you cum like this?”

I pant out, my voice sounding loud in the quiet of the room. Lilian nods her head. My hands lower her leg from my shoulder to then grab her curvy hip. A particularly hard thrust lets me know she loves the feeling. I bite my lip and breathe through my nose as I grind against her. Lilian grabs the sheets beneath us with an iron grip and arches towards me. I pant and moan with her, pulling her harder and faster against me. Just when it feels like my muscles are about to cramp and my fingers digging into her skin might bruise her she cries out my name so deliciously. It’s a melody to my ears, a stark contrast to the darkness surrounding us. From the moonlight seeping through the blinds, I see her sweat glistening face contorted in pleasure as her hips buck erratically against mine in her throes of orgasm. Suddenly my own orgasm is washing over me harshly. I moan her name and end up dropping down to one elbow in exhaustion and an overload of pleasure. I vaguely register the soft hands gliding up and down my back to soothe me and the tender kiss pressed to my cheek.

“You’re like no one I have ever met before, Allison.”

Lilian whispers into my ear. I find myself smiling and roll off of her body to my side.

“Then my goal has been met.”

I tease and she wraps her arm around mine before interlocking our fingers.

“Your goal?”

Lilian asks and that husky voice in my ear makes my eyes flutter closed for a few seconds. 

“Blow your mind in the sack.”

I whisper crassly and smirk when she pauses. Lilian bursts out laughing which of course makes my heart beat twice it’s normal rate. I smile and fight back a yawn only to lose to it. Lilian yawns in return then pulls the blanket back over us to get comfortable.

“Goodnight.”

Lilian mumbles as my eyes slip shut and sleep starts to take me.

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A rustling of sheets and a vacant bed pulls me from my sleep. I groan and blink my eyes of sleep. The warm inviting bed threatens to pull me back to sleep but I raise my head to fight it off.

“Lil?”

I question and she stops walking to come back to me. I smile at the soft kiss she leaves on my forehead. 

“I have to go to the office early. Stay and sleep.”

Lilian says shortly. I hum in acknowledgment before lowering my head to go back to sleep. In what feels like minutes I wake again to see sunlight coming through the blinds. I yawn and check the time to see that I have enough time for a quick shower. After my shower, I drive to my apartment in the clothes from yesterday then change my clothes before going to work. I step off the elevator with a smile to Lilian who looks at me as if I’m late for something. I raise an eyebrow in silent question but she simply turns and walks to her office. With one look to Julia, who returns my look of confusion, I follow Lillian into her office. 

“What’s wrong Lil?”

I ask right off the bat because she looks upset, angry, sad, and worried all at the same time. She’s pacing, which I’ve never seen her do. Thankfully, because it’s intimidating. 

“Jaylen Summers. She is an old girlfriend of mine.”

Lilian says shortly. I set my bags down and prepare for the worst but hope for the best. That’s what you’re supposed to do when your current girlfriend starts a conversation about her ex, right? She doesn’t look at me. 

“When I broke it off with her because juggling our relationship and work was becoming too much- this is around when I first started the business. She wasn’t happy and tried taking the company down. After a few disputes in court, she has stayed out of my life.”

Lilian continues and I fight back the words to get her to explain quicker.

“Jaylen is a freelance contractor and she was hired by the people who want to fix up the place upstairs.”

She doesn’t have to say any more for me to understand. I take a deep breath and sit down in a chair.

“And she saw us together.”

I say and look at Lilian to confirm it. She stops pacing and folds her arms over her chest.

“She set up security cameras so she has everything we did yesterday on tape.”

Lilian says, which is much worse than actually seeing us together. Anyone can deny a rumor, no one can deny a video. And we can’t go to court to defend ourselves because Lilian and I were trespassing. I close my eyes and cradle my head in my hands.

“And what does she want exactly?”

I ask when I look back up to the older woman. Lilian stays silent and continues to look away from me. So I make an assumption and pray that I’m wrong. 

“She wants you to decide between your love life and your work…like you did with her.”

I say and tilt my head slightly to try and look her in the eyes. She doesn’t make a sound. I sigh and stand. I hate this but fuck if don’t fight for her. 

“Listen, Lilian, I know that we have something here. You know that too. I want to be with you.”

I say softly and come up to her. Lilian backs away. I stop and take a step back.

“You’re picking the firm.”

I mumble quietly and Lilian looks up at me in genuine distress. Her eyes are wide and desperate. 

“I-I don’t know, Ally.”

Lilian stumbles and furrows her brows in confusion. Not even she knows what she’s going to do. I clench my jaw and walk for the door. 

“I’ll make it easy for you then.”

I grumble and fling the door open. I hear her follow me but I don’t stop. Lilian is seriously going to dump me over the firm. It hurts, more than I thought it might. 

“Ally…Ally, stop!”

Lilian hisses softly and grabs my arm to turn me towards her. 

“Don’t make me chose, please.”

Lilian whispers softly. She looks scared and angry. Her grip tightens on my wrist but I jerk away. 

“I’m not. I’m choosing and I chose to no longer be in a relationship where I’m not wanted.”

I hiss back before turning away again. Emma is walking down the hallway so Lilian doesn’t follow right away. When Emma starts to talk to me I blow her off and storm into my office, collecting my things. Both blondes follow me. 

“Ally? You okay?”

Emma asks as Lilian talks as well. 

“Ally, can you just stop for a minute so we can talk? Please!”

Lilian insists and grabs my wrist again. Emma furrows her eyebrows and shuts my office door. 

“Okay, work is not the time to have a lovers quarrel.”

Emma says and sets her folder down on my desk. I glare at Lilian and rip my hand from her grasp. 

“Not a problem. I’m gone and we’re done.”

I say angrily and put my things into a box. Emma’s eyes widen and Lilian takes a deeply frustrated breath. 

“Woah, hold on a second. You can’t leave Ally. No way. What the hell Lilian?”

Emma growls at our boss. Well, my former boss. Lilian narrows her eyes at the other woman before looking back to me. 

“Ally, don’t do this. Please just give me some time to think about this.”

Lilian begs which is something she really rarely ever does. Unless they are having sex of course. I get in her face. 

“You want your precious firm more than you want me. It’s clear. So don’t make the mistake of thinking I want you either.”

I say angrily. Lilian’s eyes soften, something I didn’t expect, and she sighs in disbelief. Shit. I’m so caught.

“I strongly doubt that.”

Lilian whispers softly while keeping our eyes connected. I look away and back to the box on my desk. Her hand is on my chin in a second turning my head back to her. Her eyes are vulnerable and blueish green as ever. My heart throbs. 

“Tell me that again.”

She whispers with a heaving chest and eyes searching mine. I clench my jaw and breathe deeply through my nose. 

“I. Don’t. Want. You.”

I say softly while looking her in the eyes. But I can already tell that the older woman doesn’t think it’s believable. I sure as hell don’t. Lilian’s smirk makes me pull away from her. 

“You want me to want you but you don’t want me. Do you get how much that hurts?”

I say and grab a few more things for my box. Lilian sighs and surprisingly looks to Emma. 

“Can you wait outside?”

She asks. Emma furrows her eyebrows in confusion but reluctantly steps outside. In seconds Lilian catches me off guard by pushing me against the wall. I gasp and try to move away but her strong hands hold mine next to my head. She doesn’t say a thing, simply leans forward to tease her lips against mine.

“If I choose this firm I can never be happy. Jaylen will keep doing this to me but…if I don’t choose this place then my whole life has been a waste. But you make me happy- which is something I’ve never had before…do you understand? I’m choosing between the things I want most in life and that is something no one should have to do.”

Lilian whispers to me and releases my hands but doesn’t step away. I reach up to cup her cheeks and her eyes close. I understand. Even if she didn’t say it I know she meant that she can’t choose between the things she loves equally. I place a soft kiss on her lips before pulling away and grabbing my box. 

“Ally…”

I hear her whisper one last time. I look at her and give her a smile. She’s sad and worried.

“I understand. You shouldn’t have to make that decision…don’t worry about me.”

I tell her before walking out the door. Emma pushes off the wall she was leaning on and looks at me with her eyebrows raised. I take a deep breath and walk down the hall to the human resources department. 

“Ally, what are you doing? Are you…don’t even think about saying anything against me. I-I am very highly respected and no one will believe-“

I spin around and stop Lilian from continuing to speak. 

“Lilian…” 

I draw and step closer. I look around for other people before gently resting a hand lightly on her chest. 

“When they ask why I’m here I am going to tell them that I’ve been having doubts about my abilities to handle the workload of my position. I am regretfully but respectfully resigning from my position as an associate…Walk away.”

I whisper to her. Our eyes connect and surprise is shown clearly in her eyes. I smile softly and back away. 

“I’ll call you when I’m ready.”

I tell her before turning around to walk down the hall.

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I’m walking out of the building with my things when I hear a voice that I don’t recognize. 

“She chose the business.”

I turn around with furrowed eyebrows to see a beautiful, leggy brunette smirking at me. 

“Excuse me?”

I question and heft the box onto my hip. The woman comes closer with the smuggest smile I’ve ever seen in my life. 

“Lilian. She chose her business over you.”

The woman states it as a fact and it all clicks together. She’s Jaylen. I scoff and look her up and down. Lilian could have done so much better. I suppose she did now that she’s with me. This time I move closer to her. 

“She was going to choose me actually but I wouldn’t let her. I quit so we could have a relationship and she wouldn’t worry about losing her business. Your plan backfired Jaylen.”

I hiss and narrow my eyes at the surprised woman. She starts to say something else when I cut her off. 

“No, I don’t want to hear it. If you EVER threaten her again of come within 50 yards of either of us then you are done for, do you hear me? I don’t like to be fucked with Jaylen so take my threat seriously.”

I growl and give her a hard glare before leaving her to stand by herself. 

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“You’re the best secret girlfriend I have ever had.”

Lilian greets me when she meets me at her house. I smile and lean against the stair railing as she opens the door. It’s been two days since I quit my job which means two days since I’ve talked with Lilian. I just needed some time to clear my head and make sure I didn’t fuck up. Which I didn’t and after talking on the phone we both missed each other.

“It felt right…besides there are many firms that will take me, I’m sure.”

I tell her as she leads me inside. I’m in jeans and a button down with a sweater on top. Lilian, however, is dressed in her work wear which consists of a teasing pencil skirt, a blouse, and blazer. I love a woman in a skirt. I’m so busy staring that it takes me a second to realize she is talking to me. 

“…amazing. I could give you a reference if you’d like?”

Lilian asks and sheds her blazer, her breasts pressing tightly against the silky material of the blouse. I walk towards her.

“Yeah, that would be great. Lil…can you maybe just…uh…unbutton your shirt a tad bit?”

I ask softly as I stop in front of her. A smirk crosses her features before fighting it back and shooting me a playful glare. She brings one hand up to her buttons and the other to rest on her hip with a sassy pose. 

“I should’ve known you wanted sex when you called to tell me you were here.”

Lilian says and teasingly only unbuttons three damn buttons. I eye her delicious body with ignited heat between my thighs as I pull off my sweater. Lilian looks at me as well. It’s like a standoff, both of us waiting for the other to make a move. Finally, Lilian walks away toward the stairs with a smirk and continuing to take off her blouse. I follow with a smile of my own and my hand’s fumble to take off my shirt. We’re both naked by the time we reach the bedroom. Lilian still has her back to me so I swiftly come right up behind her and wrap my arm around her, pressing our bodies together. She gasps in surprise at being intercepted on her way to the bed. My free hand reaches around to grip her chin tightly. I turn her head towards me. Our lips meet in a soft kiss.

“You’re gonna be the tease tonight, aren’t you?” 

I husk and release her chin to tangle my fingers in her hair. I pull her head back so I can have access to her neck. I can feel her beating pulse against my lips. I trail them up to her ear, sucking on her ear lobe. Her lips part with a breathy moan. 

“I don’t know. You’re doing the teasing fairly well.”

Lilian whispers back. I smile and lead her over to the bed.

“You nearly bit my head off today when I went to HR.”

I husk and release her which she eagerly gets onto the bed. She starts to lay down but I stop her by the hips. 

“Don’t lay down. I want you on your hands and knees.”

I say and run my hands over her ass. Lilian Fairbanks works out and you can tell she works out. That ass does not quit…I smile and start at her ankles (because we both agreed feet is not our thing). I lick, kiss, nibble at her skin. I pay special attention to the back of her knees, loving the way she tries to subtly lean forward on her hands so she can give me more access to the back of her knees. I swiftly pull her back into position then part her legs wider. I smell the intoxicating scent of her arousal and feel a twitch of desire between my thighs. Lilian arches her back and moans. I smirk and grope her ass as my lips trail up and down her thighs, closing in on her wet cunt but never touching her. Not yet. My lips move higher to her ass then the small of her back. There is a hint of sweat starting there that I smugly point out to her.

“You’re starting to sweat, Lil. Am I teasing you too much?”

I husk and press a kiss to her side, my nails scratching up to her hips from the front of her thighs. Lilian lets her head drop down with heaving breaths. 

“No.”

Lilian breathes out. I smirk and balance on my knees just behind the older woman. 

“Good.”

I answer and grab her hips to pull her back against my groin. Despite not truly touching her Lilian moans deeply and pushes back against me. I drag my nails down her spine and watch her shiver. My fingers move to her thigh.

“Spread a little wider. I want you to feel yourself dripping for me.”

My fingers dig in as she whimpers and allow me to spread her legs even farther apart. I know what she’s feeling right now. Being teased then spread apart is erotic as hell because feeling your own wetness drip down toward your clit and thighs is amazing. She drops down to her elbows with a groan and clutches the sheets.

“What the fuck are you doing to me, Ally?”

Lilian moans out. I smirk and spread her delicious pussy lips to make it have more effect. She drops her head with another moan. I finally move one hand to cup her hot pussy, her juices coating my fingers. She moans even louder and grinds on my hand. I focus on her clit for now. My fingers ground and circle the small bud slowly until building up to a faster pace, Lilian crying out in pleasure the whole time. It’s a high for me to watch her. The way her head rises and falls as if she can’t keep it up because of the pleasure; how her hair is plastered to her forehead and neck because she is sweating so much from my teasing; and her muscles that strain and contract when she moves for more contact from me. I move my other hand around her hip to reach between her legs as my hand that is already down there moves upwards to slowly slide two fingers into her. Lilian drops all the way down until her face is pressed against the mattress. A kneeing moan escaping her. Lilian shakes her head. 

“I won’t last long…I-I can’t.”

Lilian pants out between moans and breath. I smirk and lean down over her to kiss her sweat-slicked back. 

“Good.”

I whisper and thrust harder into her, deeper, quicker. Lilian crumbles beneath my fingers within a minute. Her back arches, her hips buck and grind, her toes curl and she nearly rips the sheets from the bed. Her moan sounds loudly in her throes of orgasm. I make her ride them out, not stopping my fingers even when she collapses fully against the bed. I put all my weight on my knees and manage to continue rubbing her clit even with her weight on my arm. I believe she has another orgasm from the sudden and new intensity of her moan. Her muscles also clench around my fingers so hard it feels like she’s trying to push me out of her. 

“Stop…I can’t t-take anymore.”

Lilian breathes out. I stop my fingers and pull out of her. One last soft moan escapes her before she lets out a sigh. I lay down next to her on my back and put my hands behind my head smugly. Lilian opens her eyes a few minutes later to then throw an arm over my stomach. 

“I swear I didn’t know what good sex was until I met you.”

She whispers. I smile and feel the exhaustion start to hit me hard. 

“Good thing you hired me then.”

I say softly and feel her chuckle of laughter against my chest. He breathing evens out and eventually so does mine when I start to fall asleep.

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I shiver as warmth suddenly moves off my body. I groan when warm lips press against my shoulder blade. I lazily lift my head to look over my shoulder at Lilian who is slowly making her way down my body with kisses. I bite my lip and moan softly, closing my eyes at her soft touch. 

“Lil…I’m tired.”

I whine and lay my head back onto the pillows. She moves back up my body and covers me with the blanket. 

“You’re so beautiful.”

Lilian whispers in my ear. I hum appreciatively and tiredly wrap an arm around her smooth skin. 

“You too Lil…how long have you been up?”

I say with a hoarse sleepy voice. Her hand runs up and down my spine with a gentle touch. 

“An hour, maybe. Long enough to realize that you have the smallest birthmark on the outside of your hip.”

Lilian teases with a smirk, something I can just sense instead of see. I smile and open my eyes. She smiles back and places a kiss on my lips. 

“I have a horrid meeting with my management department about some new protocols with clients today so I have to leave soon. Sadly, it should take all day.”

Lilian sighs and brushes the hair out of my eyes. I lean in and kiss her longer until her undoubted lust takes over her and she rolls on top of me. I eagerly run my hands over her body and kiss her soft skin and lips. Her harsh breaths in my ear let me know that I’m turning her on and the way her fingernails dig into my skin makes me shiver in excitement. Hot morning sex. Score. A loud shrill fills the quiet room and Lilian groans in frustration while I am left confused. She reaches over me to the nightstand to grab her phone. It clicks together. I groan and wrap my arms around her. 

“No, no, no. Don’t answer. Please, Lilian, just put it back.”

I whisper in her ear and gently cup her ass. Lilian moans and looks at her phone. 

“I’m sorry. I have to it’s J-Jack from management.”

Lilian answers and tries to push my hands away but I keep them glued to her skin. She groans and sits back on her knees to put some space between us. Well, she falters anyway because when she pulled away she also exposed my body to her eyes. After the brief hesitation, she answers the phone. 

“Hello?”

Lilian asks into the phone as a mischievous plan comes to mind. I bring my hands up to cup my breasts while I look her in the eyes. Lilian glares her famous daggers toward me but I smirk. My hands pinch my tight nipples before one moves lower to play with my pussy, already becoming wet. 

“Jack, I will be there. Give me 15 minutes.”

Lilian says swiftly before ending the call. I smile and bite my lip. She tosses her phone aside then the blankets still around her. 

“You can be such a bitch sometimes.”

Lilian hisses. I raise my eyebrows and prop myself up onto my elbows. 

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

I sass and teasingly bite my lip. Lilian groans and hovers over me again before kissing me roughly. One hand comes up to grip my chin. 

“Stay as long as you want.”

Lilian whispers and kisses me gently before leaving me alone in bed. I sigh and lay back against the bed as she gets into the shower. Not my plan. I was hoping she would fuck me. I wrap the blankets around myself and groan into the pillows. In a few minutes, I decide to get out of bed and make some breakfast. She walks downstairs just as I finish our eggs and coffee. 

“Hey, do you want coffee?”

I ask. She smiles and gratefully takes the travel mug. Lilian moans at the taste of coffee on her tongue. 

“You’re the best Ally. Thank you. I’m going to be late if I don’t leave now. I’m sorry, those eggs look really good. I’ll call you.”

Lilian says with her usual bright charming smile that makes my heart flutter. I smile back and watch her leave. After eating my breakfast I get dressed and look around her house. I’m not the type of person that digs through other people’s lives but in this insistence of falling so hard for Lilian, I’m curious. I see a few family photos that catch my eye. It looks like Lilian has a younger brother in college and her parents look like they live in Florida. Around noon Lilian calls me. 

“Hey, are you still at my house?”

Lilian asks and I smile at her voice. 

“Yeah. Lil, why didn’t you tell me you have a younger brother?”

I ask curiously and sit down in one of her amazingly comfy chairs with my legs underneath me. Lilian chuckles lightly. 

“I don’t know. It never came to my mind. You probably wouldn’t like him anyway. He’s an immature brat who gets through college on an athletic scholarship in football.”

Lilian says with amusement and a hint of sibling irritation in her voice. I mock an offended gasp.

“Hey! I got through college on an athletic scholarship!”

I tease, just picturing her eyebrows shooting upwards in surprise. 

“You did? What sport?”

Lilian asks curiously. I smile softly and roll my eyes. She hired me and didn’t even know I got through college on an athletic scholarship. 

“Soccer. I played since I was in 7th grade.”

I tell her and mindlessly play with a loose string on my shirt. Lilian hums and I just know she is smirking. 

“Oh, so that’s why you have an amazing ass and gorgeously toned legs.”

Lilian husks and a shiver goes down my spine. I bite my lip gently and drop my hand down to my calves. 

“Yes…where are you right now?”

I ask curiously because the plan I have in my head right now calls for Lilian to be alone…or at least semi alone. 

“In the conference room with Kelly, Jack, Adam, and Georgia. The others went out to get food for lunch.”

Lilian says casually. Good enough. I lick my lips and shimmy my shorts down my legs.

“I’m not wearing any pants.”

I whisper and I hear her breath catch. Smirking, I part my legs and close my eyes.

“Do you want to know what else I’m not wearing?”

I ask her and pull my shirt over my head. She doesn’t respond so I tell her anyway.

“A shirt…a bra…but I still have my panties on. Do you want me to take them off, Lil? One word and they’re off.”

I tell her and slide my thumb into the waistband of my thong. For a few seconds, I don’t think she’s going to say anything but she clears her throat very professionally then utters the simplest word.

“Okay.”

Lilian says strongly. She’s putting on an act for everyone else in the room but I know she is struggling to keep her composure. Smirking in victory, I push down my panties and stand up from the chair.

“They’re off. One second, I’m going upstairs to the be-“

I try to say but she swiftly interrupts me. Her voice is soft but strict, leaving no room for argument. 

“No, stay there…continue.”

Lilian says casually. I sit back down and spread my legs. 

“Your wish is my command, Lilian.”

I husk into my phone and cup my breast roughly. I have to be quick and the rough approach to my body will definitely get me there. 

“I’m grabbing my breasts- real rough like you do sometimes…mmm…it feels so good.”

I whisper and close my eyes. My hand trails down my stomach to cup my hot sex. There is already a hint of wetness dripping from me. I circle my finger around my clit with a moan. 

“Fuck, Lil…I wish you were here. I wish you were between my legs right now. If I concentrate enough I can almost feel your hot tongue moving up and down my slit, just teasing me.”

I breathe out and trace the same pattern I know Lilian would with her tongue. I’m about to start talking again when I hear Kelly’s voice asking my blonde lover if she’s okay. I smile when Lilian sounds like she hesitates and stands. 

“Give me one second then we can start again.” 

Lilian says but it sounds muffled so she probably has her hand over the speaker of the phone. I keep touching myself as I wait for her to move where she needs to. I arch my back softly at a twinge of pleasure that shoots through my body. 

“Ally, I can’t keep talking with you- as much as I want to. We have to start the meeting again. I…I will definitely continue this in person so you CAN feel my tongue. Okay?”

Lilian whispers into the phone. I groan and clamp my thighs together. 

“Lilian, I am dying for an orgasm. I expect one soon. Please, don’t disappoint.”

I say nicely and relax back against the soft chair. I’m not really asking nor am I demanding, I just know that I want release. Badly. I can sense her smile over the phone. 

“Do I ever disappoint, my dear little minx?”

Lilian husks and it sends an anxious tingle to my clit. She’s called me a minx before and I think it’s so old school sexy. 

“No, I suppose not.”

I say back with an eye roll. Lilian chuckles softly and I hear her shuffle around before responding. 

“I have to go. I’ll talk with you later.”

Lilian says before talking with someone else then hastily ending the call. I sigh and stand up from the chair, grabbing my clothes before walking back upstairs. I would usually finish myself off but in this case, Lilian’s company is desired as much as my orgasm. 

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I groan and lift the weights back onto the rack. I’m back at my place working out with the weights. I have a spare bedroom in my apartment that I double as a workout room since the only guest I get is my older sister when she needs to crash after a night out. I hear a knock at my door and walk out to the living room. I open the door and smile when I see Lilian on the other side. 

“Hey, I didn’t expect you to come here.”

I say and brush back a sweaty lock of hair from my face. Lilian looks me up and down with wide eyes. I raise an eyebrow at her silence. 

“Are you okay?”

I ask slowly and curiously. Lilian nods her head a seems to swallow roughly. I let out a light laugh when I realize how dark her eyes are and how they scan my body like she’s about to eat me…which she very well might. I raise my arm to slyly lean against the door jam and smirk at her. 

“If you want to come inside I’m afraid you might have to say hello to me first.”

I tease. I am in tight yoga/workout pants and a sports bra. I guess she has a right to be a little wooed by my body. Lilian licks her lips and steps forward. 

“Hi.”

She whispers then cups the back of my neck to pull me into a kiss. I moan against her and part my lips to push my tongue past her her own. I grab her by the waist and tug her inside before closing the door. Her hands find my waist to steady herself as I lead us through the living room to my bedroom. Lilian’s lips break from mine and she pushes me down onto the bed. Her hands eagerly jerk down my pants to expose my thin black thong. Our eyes connect briefly and she moans. The look in her eyes is feral. Suddenly she’s down on her knees in front of me and pulling off my panties. I lift my hips enough for her to take the garment off then raise myself onto my elbows. Warm soft lips encircle my throbbing clit before I can tell her how hot she is. I groan loudly and my head drops back in pleasure. She hums against me sending a fresh wave of arousal to my pussy and grips the inside of my thighs before spreading me wider apart. My hands find my breasts and I pinch my nipples roughly through the material of my sports bra. I soon become annoyed with the barrier and push the bra up past my breasts, too lazy to bother taking it all the way off. I lift my head again as my legs twitch in pleasure. Lilian is stroking my clit with her tongue, slowly but hard, really pressing down on the little bundle of nerves. I watch her head move between my thighs and her fingers dig deeper into my skin. I gasp when her teeth just barely graze my clit.

“Shit- Lilian.”

I breathe out and tangle my fingers of one hand in her hair. Those blue-green eyes look up at me and my pussy clenches for more. God. This woman is amazing. My eye flutter closed and my head falls back again. For the first few seconds, she seems to take her time to suck, lick, and even nibble my cunt. But after those first few seconds, she is moaning against me with a ravenous tongue and lips. My fingers clench and un-clench in her hair every time she moves to my clit, then away from it. My toes drag over her clothed back when she pulls one thigh onto her shoulder. I’m so close to the edge when she decides to pull away. I gasp for breath. 

“No, no, no. Don’t stop- Lil, I need this. I n-need you to make me cum. Please.”

I beg with a quiet sob breaking my voice. I have been dying for an orgasm all morning. And not just any orgasm. An earth shattering, back arching, toe curling orgasm from the one and only Lilian Fairbanks. I NEED HER. There is no doubt about it. Her smile radiates up at me and her hands grip my hips hard. 

“So, so beautiful.”

Lilian husks before delving back into my wet folds. My breath catches and my back arches. A groan pushes past my lips and my fingers produce an iron grip in her hair. Her head bobs between my thighs, teasing and pleasuring my clit just the way I like. Then suddenly her hands are on my breast as well. I cry out softly at the gentle twists and squeezes on my erect nipples. I feel my orgasm coming closer and fall back against the bed. Her tongue expertly swirls around my clit as her fingers twist my nipples even harder. I cry out again and pull her mouth harder against me. I’m going to cum.

“L-Lil, I’m- Oh! Fuck! I’m going to cum! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

I scream and curl into myself as my orgasm hits. It hits hard. I don’t hear anything, only white noise as everything goes black and my body convulses in the waves of climax. I vaguely recognize Lilian’s hands running up and down my body in a soothing way and her lips kissing my thighs. I eventually open my eyes looking up at the ceiling and pant for breath. A kiss pressed to my thigh and I look down at Lilian who is smiling sweetly at me. 

“Are you okay?”

Lilian asks softly and I nod my head just barely. She stands up from her knees and takes off her shirt and pants before laying down with me. She places a soft kiss on my shoulder.

“Let’s get this off.”

Lilian whispers and tugs at my sports bra that I had completely forgotten about. I lift myself up enough to take off the bra. Her lips trail across my chest and her hand rests against my stomach. I link our fingers together and smile.

“Thank you…that was…I needed that…I needed you.”

I whisper and turn onto my side so I can look into her eyes. Lilian smiles and kisses me softly. I move on top of her giving the blonde slow deep kisses that Lilian eagerly returns. My hand snakes underneath her to unfasten her bra. I pull one of the bra cups down to expose her turgid nipple and take the pointed peak into my mouth. Lilian let’s out a sigh and closes her eyes. I flick my tongue over her nipple before switching to her other breast. The hand not holding myself up pulls down the bra around her to toss it to the floor. I glance up at her then kiss down her taut stomach and graze my tongue over her skin. Her thighs pull up toward herself and I nibble at her through her panties. A whimper makes me smile just slightly and I tease her throbbing bud with my tongue. A moan replies. Her hand slides into my hair and pulls gently, just enough to get my attention. I look up at her and she leads me back up her body. Her lips crash against mine and her other hand pushes down her panties. 

“Touch me.”

Lilian whispers against my lips. I do as she says. My hand slides between her thighs and my lips lead hers in a passionate kiss. Everything feels like we’re in slow motion. Her hands run up and down my back as I push two fingers inside of her pussy. She’s oddly quiet tonight. Soft whimpers and sighs sound next to my ear. Suddenly she is clawing at my back whispering how she loves my fingers, my lips, my pussy. It spurs me on. I fuck her deeper, harder, faster. Anything and everything to give her pleasure. Her breath catches when I crush my heel against her clit. I push up onto my elbow so I’m not suffocating her and look down into her eyes. 

“Lilian.”

I breathe out and her eyes open in that sexy droop of pleasure. My heart flutters in my chest at the desperate look in her eyes. Then her eyes shut tight and her back arches high. I kiss her chest and neck as my fingers continue to drill into her. That’s when she gets loud. Her beautiful voice cries out my name multiple times as she writhes underneath me. I only stop when I see a tear slip from the corner of her eye toward the end of her second orgasm. I take my fingers away and brush back sweaty hair matted to her forehead. 

“Are you okay?”

I breathe out in concern that I was hurting her. Lilian, still panting for breath, nods her head. 

“Yes…I…I just feel so much for you Ally.”

Lilian whispers and opens her eyes. She searches my face for a reaction with vulnerable eyes. I smile softly and kiss her lips. 

“I feel the same…could we talk in the morning?”

I ask, already feeling the exhaustion hitting me from all of our actions. Lilian smiles and nods her head. She leads me down next to her and I curl into her side. Within minutes we are both fast asleep. 

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I probably won’t do a third story unless it is really asked for but I hope everyone enjoyed this story! Stay tuned for more and don’t forget to vote and comment below! Thank you!

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‘It seemed like any other Monday, except for the whispers and stares I received as I walked around campus. In one way it was an improvement, no one calling me dweeb, or nerd, but it was also a little disturbing.

Had someone discovered my ability? Had Gina told someone? I remembered Lindsey saying I was the talk of school, and that had been before I’d told Gina, so I doubted she’d told anyone. I walked towards a couple guys talking, to see what was up, but when they saw me coming, they fled. In consternation, I stared after them, wondering what in the world was going on.

No one seemed willing to talk to me about it, and those that were willing to talk to me, didn’t know. The whole thing was starting to give me a headache, and it was then that I remembered old Mrs. Polkins. I walked into her office, and found her sitting behind her desk, a faint smile on her face.

I told her I had a headache, and just needed some Tylenol. I watched as she moved around. It seemed like she was moving faster, but that may have been hopeful thinking. I’m certain the roots of her hair were darker, not gray, but there wasn’t enough there to tell what color yet. Her cheeks sagged a little on her face, but there looked to be fewer wrinkles.

I checked her switches, turned up the elasticity of her skin, as well as her metabolism, but left her other two switches alone for now. I thanked her for the painkillers, and left her office. I tried to remind myself to check up on her from time to time and see the progress she makes.

Standing right outside, was Robbie Mortensen. By the look he gave me, I knew he’d been waiting for me. I decided that running wasn’t an option, and besides, I should be able to handle him.

As I walked up to the jock, I noticed his eyes looked haggard and sad. He looked like a man that had been to hell and back, only he’d brought hell with him. For a moment I felt sorry for the role I’d played in that, till I remembered all the bullying I’d received at his hands.

“What’s up, Robbie?” I asked, trying to sound unconcerned.

The big man examined me for a bit, arms folded across his large chest, and his brow furrowed. “You been working out?”

I almost laughed. Could THAT have been what all the stares were about? I still couldn’t see a difference in myself, though I had noticed things seemed lighter than they used to be. As I thought about it, even my shirt had seemed a bit smaller when I’d put it on this morning. Despite this, all I said to Robbie was, “Maybe.”

“I don’t know why I’m doing this. Maybe I feel sorry about what I did to you, but you don’t seem to be hurting from it. For some reason I feel like I owe you though, so I’m warning you.” He took a deep breath, and I tensed. What was he going to do, threaten me some more? “Derek means to pay you back, and make you hurt. It is all over the campus. He seems to have it in for you.” Before I could say anything in response, he turned and walked away.

THAT must be why everyone was looking at me. They didn’t want to get caught up in whatever Derek had planned for me. I wondered if they were also supposed to keep me in the dark or if that was just the unintended side effect. Had Robbie just crossed some boundary to help me out? I resolved to keep my ability in reserve, so that I could use it if I needed to, on a moment’s notice. I didn’t want to get caught unawares, or weak.

An idea occurred to me, and I recalled that I could sense my switches. I walked to a quiet spot, and cast my mind out, feeling for the switches that were Derek’s. If he was anywhere close, I would know. I was shocked to find him on the other side of campus. Not shocked because he was far from me, but because I could feel his switches from so far away. My ability truly was growing. I also found Gina off to my left, not as far, and Robbie moving further away. I felt others too, but concentrated on Derek. If he was over there, I was safe.

My phone rang then, and my mind came back to me. Shanna was on the other end.

“I just heard something, you should know,” she said without preamble.

“About Derek? Yeah, I just heard. I’ll be fine though, don’t worry.”

“Oh, okay. Hey, are you working tonight?” She asked, sounding hopeful.

“Yeah, I tried to get this week off so I could study for finals, but Bradley wouldn’t hear it.”

“Great! About you working, that is. Not about Bradley. I’m working too, I’ll see you there.”

Shortly after I got a text from Gina, warning me of the same thing, but she wasn’t worried either. She knew what I was capable of.

The rest of my classes seemed a blur, as I concentrated on keeping track of Derek. Luckily I didn’t have any finals today, with my mind so preoccupied.

Dennis gave me the same warning when I got home, and I only laughed. When he looked surprised at my response, I said the same thing I told Shanna. He didn’t look convinced but that was fine with me. I had a couple hours till I started my shift, so I played a few games, before getting ready.

The snow was lightly falling as I drove to the restaurant, and I couldn’t help but smile as I thought about the last time Shanna and I had worked together. The snow was still piled high on the sides of the road from that storm, though the power was likely to stay on tonight.

Shanna greeted me with a smile as I walked in the back, and I gave her a quick wink. I suddenly wondered if this was Shannon, and realized the only way for me to tell them apart was when I was sleeping with one or the other. I could use my switches though, to tell them apart. I easily made a small switch that would make her happy when I moved it, and noticed that it was already on. There, that should do it, I thought with satisfaction.

Despite it being a Monday, it was a busy night, and Shanna and I had little opportunity to talk. Bradley seemed to be on a rampage, as he bellowed out orders, and chewed one cook out for being too slow. He left Shanna and me alone, though, so I didn’t mess with him. I needed to save my strength for whatever Derek had in mind. I could just faintly feel him off to the east somewhere.

When the restaurant finally closed, Shanna waited for me in the parking lot with a smile. We kissed for a while in her car.

“We need to stop,” she told me breathlessly after a bit.

“Why,” I asked, cupping her cheek in my hand, and pulling her face back to mine.

“Because my sister is home, and I’m getting pretty horny and I don’t want to do it in the car!” She laughed her wonderful little laugh as she pulled away from me.

“We could go to my place,” I whispered.

“Didn’t you say you needed to study for finals?” She tried to sound serious but I could see the mirth in her eyes.

“Sure. How about we study anatomy together?” I suggested. She giggled again, and I felt her long lashes against my cheek as she hugged me tight.

“Another night, I need to do some studying as well,” she told me, and I felt let down.

Reluctantly I let her go, horny as hell, but unwilling to manipulate her into having my way. I really should study anyway.

I ended up playing on my computer, instead, until I went to bed.

I woke up immediately, when I felt Lela’s switches close to me, and everyone else’s switches vanish. I didn’t even realize I was still monitoring all the switches, until they were gone. Where had Lela taken me that was outside of my newfound range?

“Have you been practicing?” The dual-tonal voice of Lela asked me as I was bathed in the weakening/strengthening white light.

“No,” I told her honestly, “I have been saving my strength. Something has come up that I need to be ready for.” I didn’t want to tell her about Derek since it was a personal problem.

“More important that your entire race?” The question hurt all the more because it was said with almost no emotion.

I knew she was right, but what was I to do? Derek planned on hurting me somehow, and I needed to be ready to deal with him, but at the same time, the human race depended on me too, though they didn’t know it. If I wasn’t ready to face the demons when they arrived, we were all doomed.

“I’ll keep practicing,” I promised her.

And what better way to practice than right now? I flipped the newest switch in her, the one I hoped would put her in heat, and watched as her eyes grew large, and her ‘horny’ switch flipped to full blast.

She made a loud noise, that sounded like two different voices sounding at once, saying two different things, but neither intelligible, before reverting back to English. “What have you done?”

I knew there was no way for me to deny it. She knew what I could do, and if she was in heat when she wasn’t supposed to be, the only rational explanation would be because of me.

“You said to practice,” I tried to explain. “I need to practice on aliens as well as humans. How else will I know what I can do?”

She screamed something that I realized must be her natural language, and it didn’t sound pretty. “You don’t understand. I was chosen for this mission because I wasn’t supposed to mate for many of your solar cycles. Offspring have always been planned with genetics in mind.”

“Okay, I’m sorry,” I told her, getting defensive. “I’ll just turn it off.” But the switch didn’t move. It refused to budge. I pressed against it harder, groaning with the effort, but to no avail.

“It can’t be turned off. I have to either mate, or I will die.” She screamed again in her language, and I’m fairly sure I didn’t want to know what she was saying. “There isn’t a mate-worthy male on this side of the galaxy. You have killed me!” She continued yelling in her own tongue.

Complete and utter shame filled me. This wonderful alien helped me develop my ability and was trying to help me save the human race. But in my ignorance, I had doomed this kind and trusting creature; and all because of my sexual curiosity.

“What about me?” I asked, doubting it was even possible. My head was throbbing, and it was hard to think through her confusing language.

She suddenly stopped talking, and looked at me. Her silvery-blue eyes had turned to a green color, and her slit pupils had grown larger. Her breathing was heavy, and I could see a light film of liquid running down her legs. The light fairly danced around her body in her distress.

“You?” Both tones of her voice sounded odd, ragged, as she asked me that. “Our genetic code is different. It shouldn’t work. And you are only human.” Her whole body shook, and I could tell she was in distress. “I may have no other choice.” She now sounded resigned to the possibility.

Her hands moved in the air before her, hitting her invisible buttons, and the white light around me turned to the healing greenish-yellow for a moment, restoring my strength, before turning off completely. 

I stepped up to her, not sure how this worked for her species, and placed my hand gently on her shoulder. Or tried to. An electrical shock coursed through my arm, and knocked me back a couple steps.

“Wait until I get undressed!” She demanded after she worked out the words in English. But she was already naked… The dancing light around her body simmered, and then fell to the floor, shining dully. The light had been her clothing! It wasn’t designed to cover up, but only for protection.

I looked back to Lela, and she looked a little different without the light playing across her smooth pink skin. I tentatively reached out my hand to touch her shoulder, and this time my fingers touched flesh. It was as soft and smooth as it looked, and warm to the touch.

I realized she was glaring at me impatiently, and that I was still had my boxers on. I quickly disrobed, and felt my face turn beet red as my limp member came out. Filled with shame as I was, I had lost my other desire. If I was to have a chance at saving her, though, I had to get it up.

I brought my face close to hers, and she backed away, uncertainly. “What are you doing?” She asked in alarm.

“I’m trying to kiss you,” I told her, not wanting to explain the need for it.

“You humans kiss. We just mate. We do not need to kiss,” she replied matter-of-factly.

“Well I DO!” I said, frustrated. I pulled her to me, and pressed my mouth against her soft thin lips. She didn’t fight me this time, and accepted my embrace. I licked her lips, before trying to slip my tongue into her mouth. I heard her sigh, before letting it in, but she just stood there, letting me do whatever, without returning the kiss. “You have to kiss me back,” I complained.

“You humans have weird rituals.” Despite her words, she tilted her head back, and this time when I kissed her, I felt her tongue around mine. Or rather, I felt two tongues slide around mine. One went into my mouth, and licked around my teeth, while her other one swirled around mine. I was shocked, but at the same time, turned on. I felt my dick start to rise, and let my hands drop down to her buttocks, giving them a nice squeeze. She did the same for me, and I guessed she thought she had to do whatever I did. I wasn’t going to complain.

It didn’t take long for me to grow fully hard, and I broke the kiss. “I’m ready,” I told her, looking deep into her now green eyes.

“I—I’ve never…” She trailed off.

“How do they do it on your planet?”

“Usually, when the mate-worthy male gets our scent, it drives them wild. They take us, and mate with us several times. I have heard it can be brutal. We are helpless to stop them, unless we wish to die.”

I couldn’t imagine what that must be like for her; to be in heat, and possibly hurt while in the act. I couldn’t be brutal, but I could try to take charge.

“Lay down,” I instructed her, and despite her earlier anger, she meekly complied. As I dropped to my knees between her slender pink thighs, I could feel the vibrations through the floor. I leaned over her belly, kissing the smooth surface, and worked my way up to her small breasts. Her nipples were already hard, when I pulled one between my teeth.

“Is this a necessary part of your human’s mating?” She asked me, but there was a slight hitch in her voice as she asked me. Was she starting to enjoy this? I hoped so, but couldn’t be sure, so hurried myself along.

I looked down, and was thankful that her vagina was in the same place as a human’s (and eerily looked like one, minus any hair, and completely pink), as I placed the tip of my penis against it. I could feel the heat of her sex pouring from her crotch, and as I rubbed my member up and down her small slit, she started to shift underneath me. It didn’t take long for her juices, which were practically pouring out of her, to lubricate me, and I tried to push my way into her. 

It was no good. She was too tight, and I was too big. For a moment I feared that I was going to fail her. But then I remembered when she had shown me the holograms of her species in this room. I hadn’t paid much attention to the males of her species at the time, but if I recalled properly, they were even better endowed than I was. If they could do it, then so should I. I wondered if that was why they had to be so violent.

I continued to rub my cock against her opening, occasionally trying to push my way in. She started to make odd noises as I continued to do this, but I wasn’t sure if they were frustrated sounds or something else. About my sixth attempt to penetrate her, I pushed harder than before, and was gratified to feel my head finally slip in.

Lela’s hands grasped my back, her fingers digging in, as she cried out. I held still, not sure if I should move or not. Her inner muscles started to milk what little was in her, and I realized that her juices were making my schlong tingle.

“Why did you stop?” She asked me after a while, and I still hadn’t moved.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I replied.

“We need to get this done with. Do you want me to kiss you again?” Her voice was soft, but not quite emotionless.

“Only if you want—” I was cut short as her lips met mine, and her two tongues snaked into my mouth. I started to move my hips, and was thankful for how wet she was, because she was tighter than I had thought possible. Her inner muscles seemed to grip my cock with a strangle hold, tightly squeezing me, while at the same time, undulating around me.

I soon came up to a barrier, which I assumed was her maidenhead. I broke the kiss, long enough to say, “This is going to hurt, and I’m really sorry.”

“Just do it,” She hurriedly said.

I pressed my mouth back to hers, and it almost seemed as though she was hungry for the kiss, her tongues sucking and sliding against mine. I thrust my hips forward, and broke past the thin barrier. Lela cried out into our kiss, and her fingers dug painfully into my back, but otherwise made no other movement or protest.

Her pussy had also gripped me even harder, and I waited for it to loosen a little before I began sliding in and out of her. With the way her juices were making my rod tingle, I knew I wasn’t going to last long. Part of me was grateful that she wasn’t going to have to endure the humiliation of mating with a human much longer.

Another part of me wanted to keep going, it felt so good.

I felt my climax getting close, and picked up my pace, sawing into her with a frenzy. I pulled almost all the way out, leaving only my head in, and then sank fully into her. I was surprised her small frame could take my length, but relished in the feeling as well.

Lela was grunting underneath me, moaning into our kiss, and I felt her hands go to my ass, pulling me in, in time with my thrusts.

We both cried out at the same moment, as I shot my load into her alien canal, and I felt a hot gush of her fluids wash over my groin. Her whole pussy seemed to be milking my cock, demanding every last ounce of seed in my balls.

I truly hoped this would work. I desperately wanted her to come out of this okay, and for a moment I thought I felt something move, but I couldn’t be certain.

I rolled off of her, lying on my back, on the vibrating floor, and breathing heavily.

“I am truly sorry you had to suffer that,” I told her, my shame coming back to me.

She said something in her own language, and then switched to English. “That was not what I expected. Your human rituals are… Nice.” Her large head turned to look at me, and I could see her eyes were still green. “This kissing you do is nice, too.”

“Did it work?” I was afraid it had failed. Her eyes were still green. “Will you live?”

“After one mating?” She laughed, and I realized it was the first time I had ever heard her laugh. “It takes many matings before the need will leave me.” It was then that I thought to check her switches. Her ‘horny’ switch was still on, but was it down a little? She crawled on top of me, and I groaned. I didn’t think there was a possibility of my getting it up right then. “I have seen your females like this. Let’s try this position now.”

I groaned again. On the one hand I was glad she was no longer angry with me, but on the other, I still felt like I had doomed her. The males of her species must be some kind of super studs to mate multiple times in a row.

“What is wrong? Do we need to do the kissing again?” She asked me, looking down at my slick limp willy.

“I don’t think kissing will do it this time. Human males don’t recover that fast, without other stimulation,” I told her. There was a little part of me that couldn’t help but wonder if she would.

Her head cocked to the side, as she looked at me. Despite having no hair, I thought she looked rather cute right then…for an alien, of course.

“I have seen your females do other things to help your recover quickly.” It was then that I realized she had been watching me have sex, and she must have been referring to the other day when Shanna had given me a blowjob in her car, as I drove us to her place. I didn’t know how I felt about her watching me.

“That might work, if you’re willing to,” I hedged.

“I want to live,” she told me, but somehow I didn’t think that was all there was to it. She had pretty much said she liked kissing.

She slid her body down, till her large head was over my soaked crotch. She took my member in one of her three fingered hands, and examined it for a moment, before tentatively sticking out one of her tongues, and licking it. Her head cocked to the side again, as she returned the tongue to her mouth, and examined the taste.

I can only assume it wasn’t offensive to her, because she then opened her small mouth, and took the head between her lips.

I could feel both of her tongues moving around my shaft, and despite having just spent myself inside her only a few moments ago, I moaned at the pleasure this brought me. Her tongues wrapped around my member, sliding around the length. She must have been watching a lot more closely than I would have thought, because she really knew what she was doing, as she started to bob her head up and down in my lap.

It only took a couple minutes of her two-tongued technique before I was growing hard again. When she pulled her small mouth off of my member, her lips seemed to get stuck around the rim, before popping free.

“Now my position?” She asked, and I just nodded.

More eagerly than I would have expected, she crawled up my body, and started kissing me again. I could taste our combined juices on her tongues, and they made my mouth tingle, as they had my cock. She pressed her little hole against my rigid pole, and once again we had to supply enough pressure to break past the initial barrier. I couldn’t believe how light she felt on top of me.

Once inside her, she wasted no time getting my full length up into her slick hole. The tingling started up again, almost immediately, and I realized I was even more sensitive than I was last time.

I let Lela set the pace, as her our tongues met and danced with one another. She started out slow, rocking back and forth on my body, and this time it was me that grabbed her ass, enjoying the feeling of her pussy sliding up and down my cock.

Lela started moaning, and I knew she was really getting into it as she picked up the pace. I was glad that I was able to at least supply her with some pleasure, after the mess of the situation I had created, and wanted to give her more.

I broke off the kiss, and lifted her torso far enough away, that I could suck on one of her nipples. I kept one hand on her rear, and brought the other one to her left breast, squeezing the firm flesh in my hand. She started to moan louder, speaking in her own language, as she increased her pace.

When I felt her climax again, her love juices soaking me, I wrapped my right hand around her back, holding her still, and started thrusting as hard as I could, sucking hard on her small teat, and tweaking her other nipple. Her loud cries of pleasure hit a crescendo, and then she collapsed on top of me as she found release.

I pulled out of her, lifted her off of me, and stood up. With my new strength, there was a position I wanted to try. Lela had whined when I pulled out, but when I explained the new position, she seemed eager enough. What a change from her initial reaction to my meddling.

I slipped my hands under her arms, and easily lifted her in the air. Her slender legs wrapped around my torso and her arms around my neck, as I gently lowered her onto my rod. I actually had to force her down a little, just to get past the initial barrier, but once in, she sank fully onto me. 

Her lips met mine again, and she used her legs to move her pelvis against my invading cock, while I supported her with my hands under her small ass. We were building a good rhythm together, kissing, and moaning, thrusting, and gyrating, and once more I felt the familiar churning in my balls.

I broke the kiss, and used my arms to pull her away, and then slammed back into her. It only took a couple strokes like this before I shot gob after gob of semen into her. This seemed to set her off again, and our mutual fluids started to dribble down my legs.

My arms were shaky as I set her standing on the floor, and then I sat down with a whump. I was exhausted; more so than I had ever been from Lela’s white light.

“That was good!” I heard the alien say cheerfully, the dual tones of her voice sounding melodic. “Whenever I’ve seen our species mate, it was never like that. The male just took the female however he wanted, and the female was helpless. I have been told it is painful, but necessary. But that was beautiful!” 

I cracked my eyes open as I looked up at her. Her breasts were heaving on her chest, and her small mouth was lifted in a smile, as she regarded me.

“What position do you want to try next?” I groaned as I heard her ask me that. I was in no condition to try again.

“Is it even working?” I asked, as I closed my eyes again.

She was quiet for a moment, and I opened my eyes to see she was typing again on her invisible screen. After a moment she gave me the answer.

“Yes, it looks like it is. The need has lessened in me, but there are still several more matings required before I will be done.” She smiled down at me. “Won’t that be fun?”

Kill me, kill me now, I thought. There was no way I was going to survive this.

But I was wrong. Lela used her greenish-yellow healing light on me, and I was soon back inside her, doggy-style, making her moan and scream in her own language.

By the time she was no longer in heat, I had lost track of how many times we had coupled. Sometimes she used her mouth, and sometimes she used the healing light to rejuvenate me. I was fairly certain the last time had been unnecessary, and just for her pleasure, as her eyes had gone completely back to silver.

I’d learned my lesson though: don’t mess with an alien’s physiology, unless I was prepared for the consequences.

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“Mark you can’t be seriously consulting the prosecution on how they can destroy my case,” Alden Thompson, defense attorney for the detectives and officer that assaulted and attempted to kill my son.

“Alden I have been meeting with ADA Deveroe since he came to me seeking some advice on a case. Now he couldn’t go into details and I didn’t ask for any, I just gave him a few points as to where to step in and go for the kill,” I explain as Alden paces the 7th green.

We’re at the R.R. golf course, it’s a modest course but I know it fairly well and can play it strong and solid which is why I have a man here who can’t afford to spend his time on the green. I’m kicking his ass on more than one front today. The fact that he knows I’ve been meeting with ADA Deveroe isn’t a surprise considering I’ve spared a few of Deveroe’s cases in past years by not taking clients that would drag our firm’s name in the dirt. Yes a legal firm can have a good reputation along with a winning one, it’s just not easy.

“Mark we’ve known each other for a while but I have to warn you that you’re playing a dangerous game by assisting the DA’s office,” Alden is warning me, how quaint.

“Wow, Alden Thompson coming to the defense of me? I need to have the time marked as a near miracle in the making,” I state before laying out my chip shot.

“You should be taking this case Mark, you could finally stick it to the system getting bad cops off the streets,” Alden states trying to get under my skin as we move to his shot,” I mean they had their reasons.”

“We’re lawyers and in our world the ends justify the means but cops have a code and they broke it,” I state as he lines up his shot,” And besides I’d never tank a case just to see justice done.”

“Justice? You? You actually used that word considering how many people you’ve helped walk away from major crimes,” Alden is biting but I’m having fun.

“My clients were innocent and a court of law found them to be innocent. It’s one thing to pick easy cases and win Alden,” I watch his shot, sliced it a little,” It’s another to take the case because you know it’s hard but you know you’ll be saving someone’s life in the process.”

“So you just turned your head to the mountain of evidence in some of your cases because you ‘knew’ they were innocent,” Alden asks and I chuckle a little.

“See that’s why you’ll never make it as a judge,” Alden has been eyeing a seat on the bench for years,” you try to be unbiased about a case while you are very biased about the same case. If you can’t make up your mind now how are you going to do that when you’re the one deciding someone’s life?”

Alden and I finish the round of golf before turning in and while my temporary partner has headed to the clubhouse to celebrate his loss, I head home. I have more important things to do. Back home I’m able to watch my family get ready for the next day and while I could reply to a few messages that Deveroe has sent me he Alden was right, getting to close could cost me too much. Guy is going back to school tomorrow and since he has had three meetings with Dr. Hill in almost two weeks she says he’s still hurting but he’s more open and expressing himself which helps her gauge his current mental state. Her assessments are good but the only thing I’m seeing wrong in the world is how he and Bethany are getting along. She’s friendly towards him but she is nervous, possibly even afraid of him, and there has been nothing to show why she should be feeling this way and while her mother and sister have asked what it is that happened and she’s denied anything has happened something has. I put that in its place for now and look a little bit into family work, Guy’s school removal paperwork. His idea and honestly it’s not a bad one considering even when he’s trying to get some peace they declare war.

Carlos Ortega: Thursday at Lunch

“So he’s here but he’s been in the school office,” I ask Romeo.

“Yeah, I was helping out when he came in. He had some papers with him and he’s been in the new Principal’s office ever since. I left to come tell you when lunch started,” Romeo informs me of the situation and I nod.

“So you gonna talk to him Carlos,” Hector asks and I give him a look,” Come on I’m asking here, he won’t see me but you could try to ask him about that contract. Lupe is on my ass about it.”

“How about you remember the shit you pulled and then think about what happened the last time someone tried to make peace with us,” I tell Hector and he has to think,” You beat him up. Just a week ago?”

“Yeah but still…,” Hector asks but he’s not thinking.

“Rome get him out of here before I slap him,” I order Romeo who gives me a confused look.

Romeo doesn’t usually have to help with other crew, hell he doesn’t usually help with people for the most part but he walks Hector away from me so I can think. My people are still ready for shit and keeping together since Rolando and Juanita got jumped. Ro is doing better, he doesn’t remember much but a blur of pain and being bit. Juanita on the other doesn’t go anywhere alone and even then public places are a no go without four or five others. The fucker who did this has my crew afraid of the dark and I need to get them back on their shit since we got an order to move this Friday and the meet on Saturday is a big one. A lot of partying and even the Union will be running some business behind the scenes. I make my way over to the office and think about how I’m going to even try to talk to Guy or thank him for what he did with my family and our home. He’s still in the principal’s office still, well she’s the temp principal but she’s a sister, Latina, so with any luck I can wait it out and I’ll be able to talk with Guy. I can’t hear anything from the office from the chairs they have so kids can wait their turns but it looks like they’re discussion is pretty intense. They aren’t shouting but she is not happy with whatever Guy is telling her. He picks up some papers off her desk and puts them in a folder before heading out of her office with her following him.

“Mr. Donnelly we are not done with this discussion,” Mrs. Costas says following Guy as he is half way through the office to leave.

“Yes we are, I presented my requirements, you declined. I presented my second offer so that I could have some measure of peace of mind and you continued to insult me by telling me what you think I have and do not have to do. Now Mrs. Costas I will show you what I can and will do. Enjoy your interim position but don’t unpack anymore, it will seem a little useless in the coming pair of weeks,” Guy is very formal but his voice is cold, he’s up to something.

“Mr. Donnelly I know who your family is and I know what they’re capable of and honestly if I weren’t ready for the repercussions of not giving you your way I would have stepped aside and given you your request to remove yourself from the curriculum for the remainder of the year till graduation but after everything that has happened you are obligated to remain attending classed,” I hear it and know why he’s trying to get away but why is she stopping him.

“Yes and since you already explained that you want to use me as some sort of trophy as to how much the school has come around and changed its ways since you took over I still, even when I was here on leave I was assaulted. Now your answer is to continue to return to the scene of my numerous assaults because it’ll help you? No, the answer has been and will continue to be no,” Guy isn’t angry with her, at least not like he should be but him leaving makes things a problem.

“Mr. Donnelly you are expected to be in attendance tomorrow morning at first bell for your class, if you are not there I will file paperwork to have your held back a year for missed time in school,” Mrs. Costas just threatened Guy and I step in.

“Guy will be here tomorrow Ma’am,” I add and both look at me, her with some relief and him with something, I don’t know the look.

“No, I won’t. Good day,” Guy says it and quietly turns around to leave.

Guy walks right out and I follow him, I gotta talk to him somehow and it’s looking like I won’t get any more opportunities. I catch up but I don’t cut him off.

“Guy can I talk to you,” I ask and he doesn’t even look,” Yes? No? Go fuck myself?”

“Quod petis, refert,” he says it and I have no clue what he just said.

“Bro I have no clue what that means,” I tell him and he stops.

“If you’re going to jump me get it over with so I can pick myself up off the ground again and return home,” Guy is ready for another beating but this is different.

“You did what you did for my family, for me, because you could. I wanted to tell you thank you, my mom and dad say thank you. I know you didn’t’ have to do it, you could have let me and my family hurt but you didn’t. You said you didn’t do it because you could,” I am really trying to make a point here but he’s not interested,” I know you don’t believe me but I never wanted all this. I know we hit you because we thought it was disrespect but all this over the years…”

“Was your fun and games,” Guy finishes but he’s wrong.

“It was me not stepping up and taking control of the situation. I let my people have their fun and I didn’t care that it fucked you up. All of this is because I didn’t stand up and do the right thing, I hate bullies and I made myself into one by not doing the right thing after the first time,” I am in front now and between him and his way out.

“Are you done,” Guy asks and I shake my head no.

“No, not until you and me and my whole crew are squared up. I need this, you do to,” I say that and I watch it happen.

Something about Guy changes, like he just shakes a little as if he got cold right here in the early spring sun and when he opens his eyes I’m staring at Guy but not the one I’ve been talking to.

“Vos miserum cibus, sacco, dignum arbitratus ut sciam quid opus est,” Guy says to me and again I don’t understand what he is saying or asking.

“Guy, what? What are you saying,” I ask him and just like that he shakes a little again.

“Leave me alone, I have a world to ruin,” Guy tells me then steps around and walks to his car.

I watch him leave and wonder if I didn’t put my foot up my own ass by trying to help Mrs. Costa. I head back to the office and see her sitting in what is now her office. A little knock and she looks up from her computer to me.

“Mr. Ortega,” she asks and I nod,” Your reputation precedes you.”

“Doesn’t sound like a good thing,” I respond closing her office door after me and sitting down,” Guess you were told a lot about me and my friends.”

“I was but with no evidence or witnesses I make my own judgments,” she tells me and I nod,” So thank you for offering to help Guy find his way back to school tomorrow.”

“I didn’t want to make it look like I was going to be dragging him in here or anything. I just wanted to let him know that nothing is going to happen to him here,” I could admit to a lot but I don’t, Mrs. Costa nods.

“Well it’s nice to have some student support around the campus. Mr. Donnelly is something of a rallying cry to have students abandon school and stand up to a… abusive and authoritative administration,” I have heard a little but if she knows about it then it’s probably bigger than I thought.

“May I ask a real question ma’am,” I get the nod to continue,” Why not just let him go? He is going to be miserable and he’s going to point everything he has at you. You know what his family does and I know how far they are willing to go to make a point at someone’s expense.”

“Because I have a chance here to prove them and him wrong. I am not doing this to hurt Guy Donnelly, I’m doing this to prove that he can come to this school and feel safe, that he can come here and not feel like he’s going to be attacked or assaulted,” Mrs. Costa explains and I listen,” I prove to him he is a valued student. I help a very intelligent young man with oppositional authority issues see that he can be a part of the school he hates and I can make changes to this school for the better of everyone.”

“He’s your trophy,” I say the words and she shakes her head.

“He’s a spokesman and what he says is not being seen and heard and people are following his life to see what happens next. Now Mr. Ortega,” she hasn’t called me Carlos yet, she’s called Guy by his first name though,” While there is no evidence or witnesses to any of the events that have happened to Guy at this school I am not blind. I will not tolerate any action that puts the student body at risk and IF I find out that anyone of your friends take any actions that do I will remove them from this school and they will not come back.”

She’ll expel anyone who causes problems, I nod but now I need to bring everyone in and lay down the law. We got only a few months left for most of us but the younger crew need to keep their heads on and stop thinking for themselves for a while. I finish my day and call a meeting, everyone shows and I let them know that we are under some serious shit with the principal and after I slapped around Hector they aren’t confused with what will happen if they step out of line. Biggest point I have to make is that it’s not me they need to be worried about coming after them, its Mrs. Costas.

Next morning is quiet, good and people are waiting as Guy shows up. Most important person waiting is Mrs. Costas who is out front watching him walk up to the school. She’s smiling but I’ve seen Guy like this before and he’s not here because he wants to be.

“Mr. Donnelly thank you for showing up after everything that has happened recently,” She welcomes him but he doesn’t slow down,” Have a minute to speak?”

Guy stops and turns to look at her, he’s not dressed up like he was earlier this year. He looks more like the old Guy, hooded shirt and beat up jeans with a back pack. Only thing different from then and now is Guy would have stopped and tried to be polite or nice and now he just stares at Mrs. Costas.

“I know we got off on the wrong foot yesterday and I’m hoping to rectify that by helping to show you that your remaining months will be more productive and that this school is making a change in how it is being run and how the students will be treated by each other and by the staff,” Mrs. Costas is smiling but Guy just looks at her with almost no expression.

Nothing comes out of Guy’s mouth; he doesn’t respond or even reply to Mrs. Costas trying to welcome him. She is trying to smile and be friendly but Guy ignores it turning away from her and heading to his class. I’m actually glad he’s here since it’ll give me a chance to talk with him and try again to apologize for everything. Yes I did it yesterday but I don’t know, I just need to make things right. It’s a need for me. My day comes and goes; I don’t see Guy except when he picks up his lunch and heads off to the library to eat. One of my people watching him says he’s been in the library all day long after his first two classes just sitting and talking to himself. His friend in the leather jacket visited him and he showed interest in her when she was there, maybe I can talk to her about what I can do to get him to see that I’m actually sorry about what happened. We’re heading out of school and I’ve got my people all heading home when I see her coming my way and I don’t know why she makes me nervous, probably because I want to take her out and she hates me more than anything in the world.

“Carlos can I speak with you about something,” Abby is walking at me and she doesn’t look mad for once,” Why do you keep coming after my brother?”

“I’m not coming after him. What happened the other day was my friends trying to defend me when they didn’t know what your brother was doing for me and I handled them for it,” I explain and she waits for me to finish like I just said the wrong thing.

“No I mean why are you telling the principal that you’re going to make sure Guy comes to school every day? Are you enjoying watching him suffering through your crap,” Abigail asks me and I’m a little surprised by her reaction to me trying to keep Guy in school.

“I don’t enjoy it, I don’t think I ever did but maybe somewhere at the beginning I probably did and I won’t lie about that but now… here and now I just want him to be able to walk around school and not be afraid of my friends and me,” I explain and she listens but doesn’t believe me,” I know you don’t understand but I just want to fix this hate between him and my friends and me. If I could get that back to somewhere that wasn’t him afraid of me and me feeling like shit about what I allowed happen I’d be content with pretty much everything else.”

“You just don’t get it and you probably never will Carlos so I am going to have to tell you in plain words. There will never be anything good between you two,” Abby says it and I can’t believe in that,” You can try to deny it all you want but you and your friends will never… N-E-V-E-R be on good terms with Guy or anyone in our family with the way things are. Stop trying to convince him that you’re a good person, you’re not, it’s just guilt and like most people with indigestion it’ll pass and you’ll be right back to the abusive bully everyone has watched the past few years.”

“I understand why you think that but you’re wrong and I’d like the chance to prove it to you and your brother and your whole family,” I tell her and she doesn’t look like she believes a word of what I’m saying,” Come to church with us this Sunday.”

“Excuse me,” she responds not angry but stunned.

“Your whole family comes to Church with my family this Sunday. See us outside of here, see me outside of here when I’m not ‘the bully’,” I have to put it that way since she sees me like that,” Give me the chance to prove that my family and I are serious about making things good between both families.”

“No, you don’t deserve it,” Abby tells me in a cold tone, not like her brother’s though.

“Ask Marta then, she’ll back me up and you trust her. Guy might trust her too and she’ll be there along with my parents. One Sunday to prove that my family and I are serious about making things good between us again,” I offer and my god I love her.

Yeah I still want her more than anything which is just a little more than I want to make peace between Guy and my people. Abigail for her part just shakes her head and walks away which I expected but I have to get home so I can get Marta to help me. My sister knows I’m trying to fix the damage I allowed so maybe she can convince Abby and Guy and the rest to come down to church. Got plenty to look forward to this weekend.

Guy: After school

So here I am at school when I really don’t want to be. I gave Mrs. Costas two perfectly good options for letting me finish out my classes and then take the rest of the year till graduation off then I would come back and walk with my class but she seems to think I need to be here. That or she needs me here to prove she can handle this school and the animals it cages. I don’t do much my first day back, go to my two classes, hand in my work that I had done for when I was gone, then sit in the library and think.

So I say we just protest out and when she bitches sic the Dad on her.

Which Dad?

The lawyer, he’ll screw her up nicely.

NO.

I don’t mean to be disrespectful but we’ve been at this longer than you…

AND I HAVE DONE MORE TO DESTROY THOSE THAT STAND BEFORE US IN A FRACTION OF THE TIME THAN YOU HAVE SO QUIET YOUR NOISE AND HAVE HIM 
FIND SOMEONE TO HURT. I HUNGER.

Well there are a few girls who like him enough and we could have him talk to that would be interested in…

I DO NOT CARE FOR WHO LIKES HIM. I HUNGER, HE HUNGERS AND HE WILL HUNT AND FEAST.

I’m looking at the parking lot, Natalie’s car is gone. Abby and Beth have gone home too. Sydney and Jenna are nowhere to be found as I’m walking the school grounds. I pass the gym, the cafeteria, but it’s when I get near the office I see Principal Costas heading to her car and a few of the staff leaving too.

YES.

My lord that will end in him being imprisoned.

FIND HIM FLESH NOW.

Wandering the halls looking for someone, hell anyone and I don’t find anything which is disappointing until I get to the science labs. Not a favored class mind you but as I walk, and for some reason I’m being quiet, hear people talking in one of the labs.

“So what are you doing once you’re done helping me out,” Brandon, I recognize the ‘hey girl’ in his voice asks and I listen in.

“Going to call a ride and head home,” and that is Emily.

my lord she has been receptive to him before, perhaps…

QUIET WORM, I’M WAITING FOR HIM.

my lord what are you waiting for Guy to do?

NOT GUY YOU FOOL, I’M NOT WAITING FOR HIM.

“You know I could give you a ride. I mean you been helping me with my project a couple weeks now so I figure it’ll be good to help you out for a change,” Brandon is trying, I wonder how this is going to play out considering how Emily can get.

“Brandon no, I said I’d help you with your project. That is all. I’m not a quickie to expand your horizons on so please,” Emily is quick to stop him, I like it,” don’t ask and I know you’re looking since you broke it off with that girl, the one that nobody saw coming and everyone should have, to try to get back with Jenna.”

“Hey it ain’t like that, you’ve been helping me with this and I was just trying to be nice,” Brandon is trying to play the nice guy card, kind of difficult when you have his reputation.

“And thank you for the offer but I already messaged a ride and they’ll be at the school in a few to pick me up,” Emily is bluffing, I know the sound of it.

“Who,” Brandon with good to ask her, normally I’d be supportive of someone calling someone else out on a bluff.

“Me actually, never left today and was waiting for your message,” I tell Emily as I step into the science lab,” Going to be much longer?”

“Where the hell did you come from,” Brandon asks, awww he still doesn’t like me.

“Somewhere cold, dark and unforgiving,” I respond turning my attention back to Emily where it should be,” Want me to pull up my car or shall I walk you out?”

“Walk me out please, remember Brandon put everything back in its casing so it’s organized for the presentation,” Emily tells Brandon as we exit the science lab.

We get far enough away that she’s sure Brandon isn’t following us before finally relaxing, I can tell because she’s pretty easy to read when she doesn’t have the squad around. What surprises me is that I can smell her with a foot of physical space between us. It’s a little salty and almost wet if wet had a smell. We get to the front of the school when I figure we’re far enough away.

“So I’m guessing I wasn’t planned for,” I ask and she nods,” Natalie was supposed to wait or come back?”

“Yes, either that or my brother would come get me. I just really don’t want to be alone with him. He requested me for help when my name was on the list of people who can help with final projects and while I don’t really care for the subject of sports, diet and conditioning of professional athletes,” I give her a look and she notices,” not my choice for a subject on a final project but he’s been more…. persistent with asking me if I need a ride home or if I want to get an early dinner. I remember him spending his future millions when he was dating Jenna.”

“He spent money with Jenna,” I ask and she laughs a little and shakes her head.

“No that’s the point,” Emily clarifies and we both laugh a little.

WHY ARE YOU INTERFERING?

my lord I’m just helping to bring the female along. she’ll be easier to entice…

FOOL THIS WEAKNESS WAS WHAT CALLED ME. NOW STOP INTERFERING.

I get us to my car and get the door for her; I’m being polite, before getting in and driving us to her parent’s home/business. It’s a little odd when half the building is a house and the other is a convenience store and after a loop around Emily has me stop at the half way point.

“They built the connection after a couple years of owning it. The whole thing is still two buildings it just has a connection you can’t get into without going from one to the other,” she explains and I can see it a little.

I park in the drive way as she looks around a little confused, not sure what is going on but when I don’t stop the car she gives me an odd look.

ENOUGH OF THESE GAMES.

I stop the car’s engine and stare at Emily waiting for her to say or do something when quietly she opens the door to my car and steps out. I give her a second and leaving my bag in the car get out and as soon as I’m on my feet and walking she looks like she’s not sure what I’m doing but she leads and I follow her into the house. I take off my shoes at the door like last time and as soon as their off I follow Emily to her room and as soon as we’re in I nudge the door closed behind me. Emily hasn’t turned around and I take in her attire. Comfortable but hip hugging capri pants and a loose v neck top and calf high socks.

“You want to try to play some games,” Emily asks and I feel something… more.

“No, I’m hungry,” is all I can think to say almost putting my chest against her back, she’s only 5’6” and her hair smells like raspberries.

“I can get some food from the kitchen,” I grunt and she smells sweet,” I can get a snack from the store.”

“I… hunger,” I say it again and she shivers a little.

I put my arms around Emily’s arms and she recoils a little backing into me a little pressing her back against my chest. I put her breasts between my forearms, one above and one below and squeeze. Emily whines a little and I snap putting my hand around her neck, she freezes but she knows I’m in charge.

“Bra… off,” I growl and she nods a little, I’m letter her move some, I’m not a complete animal right?

She doesn’t try to take her shirt off, I guess she is feeling shy but with a little maneuvering she gets her bra off and drops it to the floor. I release her neck and feel around her waist before undoing the clasp of her pants. They don’t drop to the floor, snug pants by the feel as I work my hand into her panties and feel hair, lips and then moist.

BETTER, NOW TAKE HER.

very soon my lord.

As soon as I get a finger between Emily’s lips she backs into me and I feel her hands, one on my forearm and the other on my wrist in her pants. Not trying to stop me, more like she’s holding on. I find her clit with my finger and just play and tease it as Emily continues to whine and moan against me, I let loose her throat and squeeze her tit a little and now she moans a little more.

“That thought you’re having, that deep wicked little thought you’re thinking right now. Say it,” I whisper to Emily and she comes to for a second,” Say the words.”

“Do it,” is all Emily has to say.

I take my hand out of her pants and off her breast before pulling off her top over her head and toss it aside. Emily gets her own pants off and steps away from me for the first time since I touched her kneeling on her bed and moving up to the head where her pillows, all twelve or so, are piled around. My hoodie comes off with my t shirt inside it and my pants don’t have boots in the way to keep me from getting out of them. Naked and looking fresh meat… odd to think like that, oh well… Emily still has her panties on and is leaning back against her headboard waiting for me as I crawl on her bed. I spread her legs and move my face down to her panty covered lips.

“Guy I haven’t let anyone do thaaaa…. What the hell,” Emily protests before giving in.

While she was trying to speak I pulled her panties aside and took her clit into my mouth sucking and flicking it with speed. This is not light and playful; this has a purpose as I feel Emily shift on the bed as she enjoys my feasting. I wait for her to get a little wet before lower my whole body down flat to the bed and after snaking my arms up under her ample thighs and around her hips shove my tongue deep into her. She can’t move away from my mouth and hand which I’m using both vigorously on her hole and clit. I can tell she’s still breathing but not much noise is coming out so I pinch her clit a little and I get a surprise. Emily’s hands grab my hair and her thighs nearly break my neck while the noise coming from her mouth is a groaning almost like a wounded animal… I can only get so erect that I have to pinch harder and ram my tongue as far as I can inside her. Emily’s ass is off the mattress but with the death grip we both have on each other keeping my face buried in her pussy she isn’t going to get much farther up and I think she just came by her next words.

“Stop…. stop stop stop stop stop,” Emily pulls my face out of her and is breathing hard,” I need a minute.”

I untangle her hips from my arms and sit up on my knees between her legs and count. What am I counting? Seconds.

She’s doing well my lord.

NOW HE BREAKS HER.

One minute, sixty seconds, the amount of time Emily asked for is now over and it’s my turn. I take her hips in my hand and pull her down the bed closer to me scooping her legs under my arms and getting a surprised noise out of Emily. I use a hand to line my cock up to her entrance and pull her to me a little more getting a couple inches inside and immediately she starts freaking out.

“Shit, Guy stop a second… Guy we need a condom… we need protection,” Emily is trying to stop this and I don’t know why.

“Why,” I ask looking down at her.

“Because I could get pregnant,” first answer is a good one.

“And the problem with that would be what exactly,” I have no idea where this is in my mind but I’m not against it honestly,” are you on birth control?”

“Yes…,” Emily answers quietly.

“Do you have a condom now,” I ask and she shakes her head no,” Do you really want me to stop… right now… and go find one?”

“I don’t know… I’m just not…,” enough talking from her on the subject, I don’t like the direction.

“Emily if I have to get dressed and leave I will not be happy, I will be very… VERY angry. I will find someone to fuck, someone not you, I will give them everything you earned today. I will not come back for you now decide,” I ask and she thinks for a second.

Emily shifts her hips a little closer to me and while it’s not much it puts me just a little deeper and from there I start moving. I’m still on my knees and upright while Emily is flat on her back with her legs held up by my arms so I’m not able to get all the way in but it’s enough as I get to watch her very impressive breasts, not too big but still nice, move up and down. As wet as Emily is getting in and out of her is not as easy as I’d have thought, apparently she really doesn’t let men inside her, more for me. I’m going a little faster and she’s enjoying it but I just can’t seem to get into it.

OWN THE FEMALE. DOMINATE HER.

I move Emily’s legs up to my shoulders before pushing and leaning forward putting me all the way inside and nearly folding her in half. She’s surprised but doesn’t look to uncomfortable till I get her knees almost to her chest and back out almost all the way before pounding myself deep and hard. Emily’s face goes from surprise to shock as I pound her hard and deep, she can’t get out or move, she has to lay under me pinned and take it. I’m going hard and I feel really good when I really notice her face, it’s not looking at me or anything really, she’s not in the moment. I allow her legs to move off my shoulders and put my forearms under her shoulders so we’re face to face now.

“You like having it all be about you, don’t you,” I ask and Emily nods a little,” You’re greedy and I understand that but now… right now you’re mine. I’m going to take you hard and it’s up to you whether or not you’ll enjoy it.”

I move again this time a little less hard but still fast because I don’t feel like wasting time. She’s tight enough that I will finish quick but Emily is still not looking at me. I turn her head towards me and her eyes are closed. I lick Emily’s cheek and her eyes open wide and then I see it, she’s hiding her eyes because she’s afraid of something… me? Letting me see her have another orgasm? I don’t know what it is but we’re looking each other in the eye now and I’m going into her hard and deep only now she’s reacting to it more. It’s not a lot of reaction but when her legs wrap around mine and her hips roll up a little to help me get deeper into her I truly enjoy myself and move more eagerly if possible. Emily catches onto my now heightened feelings and wraps her arms up my back and pulls her body against mine matching each thrust till we’re only doing short slamming hits and when she begins to clamp down on me hard I can’t help it but cum and hold her down so she can’t get away while I do. I feel my whole body tense up and I allow myself to ride out the feeling, a good one, without moving. I almost expected more of a resistance or even some disappointment in me not catering to her needs but after a few minutes, could be longer or shorter since I’m not timing this. I feel like I’ve got nothing left but sheer length holding me inside Emily so I try to back out a little when two hands grab my ass and hold me in place.

“It’s yours right now, you paid the rent so enjoy it… please,” Emily asks me and I am interested in this little change.

“Seeing things a little differently,” I ask and she nods a little,” Why is that?”

“You took it… me but I did want you too. And it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Half the time when Natalie helps me she does what I need and we’re done. You were interested but put me in my place a little and I like being told I can’t be selfish,” Emily tells me and I almost chuckle, she liked being scolded by me during sex. 

“Really,” I ask and she nods a little again.

“It’s a strict family thing and last boy I tried to be with was so nervous I barely got him inside me before he… finished,” her confession is refreshing actually, not sure why.

The young man is good at this isn’t he sire?

I DON’T CHOOSE WEAK ONES.

We finally untangle from each other and go about quietly cleaning up after ourselves and once dressed, mostly, Emily opens a window and lights some incense. I give her a look about that.

“I leave a strong smell and you smell like sweat,” she informs me.

We sit awkwardly before she pulls me up on the bed and decides to cuddle a little, not sure how I feel about this but after a minute or so I’m pretty good with the cuddling thing. I haven’t had much of it in any form but it’s something I think I could get used to.

GET HIM OUT OF THERE. THIS IS MAKING HIM WEAKER.

Do it yourself my lord.

YOU DARE…

We don’t get to control; we don’t get to rule over him. We influence, we guide.

A wonderful moment that has me at a complete disadvantage when the door to Emily’s bedroom opens and we both look up to see her brother, younger brother, staring at us mid sentence before closing the door as he backs up. Emily gives me a worried look, me? I smirk. I can hear the talking, it’s Chinese but I know Dad voice when I hear it. We aren’t holding each other at this point but he already starts in on her when I stand up and put myself in front of him. Ever see someone go from pissed to frozen in fear in less than four seconds, this is what it feels like to do that and I like it.

“Could I speak with your wife please,” I ask Emily’s father who backs up a little from me and says something to his son who just watched his father nearly piss himself.

What the?

How in the hell?

IT IS CALLED POWER.

It takes a few minutes but when Emily’s mother comes into the room and sees me already there and then looks at her daughter she nods to me and says some more words to her husband who listens without looking away from my gaze before responding to his wife. They talk in their own language for a few more moments before he leaves so that the three of us can speak.

“Did you have sex with my daughter,” Emily’s mom asks me and I nod,” Why?”

“Because she’s beautiful, she’s smart and she wanted me to,” I get the last part out and she looks to her daughter.

Another conversation in Chinese that I can’t make out for the life of me but after a minute or so Mom nods to me again and leaves us alone. I wait for the door to close fully before looking at Emily who is relieved and a little shocked.

“My parents serious thought I was gay, Dad was worried I’d never give him grandchildren or find a good husband,” Emily states as if she never knew, maybe she didn’t,” It’s one thing at school but my parents?”

“Guess evidence helps dispel the mythos,” I reply and she nods.

“You really think I’m beautiful,” Emily asks and I smile big and with teeth.

“I can show you again if you like,” I offer and she giggles a little, it’s cute but nervous.

We don’t again, we could but I think angry Dad and me standing up to him kind of put things in an odd place. I do get a smile from Emily’s Mom as I pass through the living room to head out. I don’t think I’ll go home yet. I need to get a few things taken care of first.

Christopher: Friday Night around 11:35 pm

Okay it sucks being a man on Hector’s crew when you have a white boy name but H don’t mind it none. Carlos is turning into a bit of a dick, yeah a few of us fucked up and beat on that little shit Guy but so what. We all thought if we just forced him to come with us and got him laid or high or something he’d cool the fuck out and problem’s solved. That boss of his, the one bigger than the Union Pres put us all on notice that we got to leave the shit alone but still man, it’d fix shit. Meet is tomorrow and we got a couple local crews that are going to help make it a bit of an event and even Carlos’s cousin has said she’s putting up serious money to get someone to challenge her and the Union even said they’d help cover the odds so she can make a little more cash. I got my ride with me at the gas station to fill up before heading back home. I was with Hector and Romeo, golden fucking goose Romeo, that guy has way too much brains and should run some of the jobs. I’m inside after filling up my ride, my abuelo’s old Chevy Caprice that Carlos and the crew helped me get restored. It’s a nice pearl white with black decal so it looks classy, like Grandpa would have wanted. I pay the old bitch at the register for my gas and some smokes, bitch keeps watching me like I’m going to rob the place. I get back in my car and start it and head home. It’s not a long trip but I see something on the road, right in the middle of it that I have to slow down for. There’s someone, not sure what, standing in the middle of the street in a big brown jacket with the hood up… and is that a mask with teeth? I slow down a little and get a good look at the freak while rolling down my window.

“Hey asshole? You high or something,” I ask and the freaks shakes it’s head no,” You got a problem or what?”

The freak in the road stares at me and I can’t see any eyes in the hood or mask. The freak show tosses something at me and with a wet sound it hits me in my face and I slam on my brakes. I check my face see blood, fucker threw a bloody something and hit me in the face… oh shit. This is the fucker that did Rolando and Juanita. My door comes open and I’m ripped out of my seat and hit the street hard. I roll to get up but the freak is on me and I’m getting fucked up in the worst way by fists and knees. I don’t know how long the beating went on before blacking out but I’m being dragged by my leg and when I kick to get my leg out of the freak’s hand it turns around and puts a boot to my face. I feel something getting wrapped around my ankle and then I hear chain on metal.

“Please… stop… don’t do this,” I ask the Freak and then I hear it.

Pointless to weep and defend what you can’t comprehend… Hatred is guiding me wrong… Cause the faith is all gone…,” the Freak sings out before heading to the front of my car.

I can smell gasoline or something and hear the Freak throwing it all over mi abuelo’s car. I got to get this chain off and then I see the car start to move slowly… and I’m chained to the back of it.

Carlos Ortega: 12:17 AM

I’m in my room about to get some sleep, my crew cleared out a couple hours ago and we’re getting ready for tomorrow’s meet and then I get to host Guy’s family at our church and try to show the better side of my people and our community to his family and Abby. Yeah it’s a long shot to get her to see me as someone other than a supreme asshole that was watching his people kick the shit out of her brother for almost four years. Everything should be ready by tomorrow and I’m about to lie down when something is really bright outside and I step to my window to take a look. Someone’s car is rolling down the street… and it’s on fire. I look close for a second and that’s Chris’s car. I rush out my door and a few other people in the crew see the car too but they aren’t sure what is going on when I start yelling at them to get over and help out. A few fire extinguishers and a couple towels so I can grab the wheel and pull a stick out of the front end that was holding the gas pedal down so it’d drive slow enough that we’d see it.

“Oh fuck,” I hear from one of my people and look to see what they see.

At the back of the car is Chris, he works under Hector, chained to the bumper and he’s bloody all over from a beating and some road rash. I step back and take a look at everything, burning car sent down my street with one of my people bleeding at the back. Someone is sending a message. I go to check Chris, he’s bloodied and scraped up a bit but he’s alive. We get him unhooked and I start making calls to clean shit up. In thirty minutes the car is off the street and everyone back inside for the most part, a couple of my crew are keeping watch to see if anything comes this way. Chris is in my house and my Mom is watching as a ‘friend’ of the Union patches him up.

“You got out of that lucky. Any faster and you’d be in a hospital needing skin grafts,” the male nurse or whatever tells Chris who looks better now that we cleaned him up.

Mom is worried about him but not me, guess I won’t get a lecture about this since I’m helping not hurting. Marta is watching everything from the hall and when I turn to look at her she shakes her head at me. I follow her to figure out what’s up.

“This is someone pissed off at you, you get that right,” she asks and I nod.

“But who? Cops did it to Guy and now someone does it to one of us… did they mess up when they found out it was the police that did Guy,” I guess and she shrugs.

“Someone is coming after your people and they’re doing it out in front of our home. In front of Mom and Dad, you need to get your little world under control before this get’s any worse,” Marta informs me and I nod.

Yeah she’s my little sis and she doesn’t have shit to do with my people but if they are coming this close to us it’s a matter of time before someone close is hurt and I can’t let that happen.

Guy: Saturday Morning

I’m waking up late today because I can afford to and my arrival down to the breakfast table late is noticed.

“When did you get in last night,” Mom asks as I get in the dining room with a plate and some pancakes on it.

“Like eleven thirty or so, I was just driving and trying to figure out what I’m going to do for the weekend,” I answer her and she nods.

“Well I think you should try talking to Sydney,” Abby says and I give her a look,” Well she asks me about you and you have been home all the time since you and your Dad had your meltdown and rebuild she’s worried. Just saying if she’s your friend you should actually speak with her.”

“You’re right Abby, I will today,” I give Abby the right of way on the subject, she is right.

“Good, I was gonna tell you yesterday I got propositioned by Carlos,” Abby says it and I stop eating,” Not like that.”

“He wanted something from you,” Mark asks and I’m with Mark’s question.

“Yeah, he thought he could change our opinion of him and his people if we went down to his family’s church on Sunday, he said we would see the better side of him and his people,” Abby chuckles a little and I smile.

“Sure, I’m game,” I state and everyone looks at me confused,” Why not, it’s not like I’m going to change my mind or anything. It’d be funny to me to watch him fail again. Maybe they’ll try to jump me again.”

“Guy we’re not going so someone can pick a fight with you even if we did go,” Mom says and I shake my head laughing.

“Mom look at Mark for ten seconds and tell me he wouldn’t smash the face in on anyone of Carlos’s people who even said a cross word to you or anyone in our family,” I ask Mom and she thinks about it.

“I say we go,” Mr. Delauter says and everyone looks down to him,” We go, we see what they have to offer and if it’s not worth our time or Guy’s time then we politely leave as people with more respectable natures would.”

Family looks like they’re in for going which will be good for the core family unit to stand together on something after Gwen and Dad took a couple weeks to head back up north to their home. Gwen really wants me to come with them up north this summer and try to get the three of us to bond in a separate environment from the Texas home. It’s something to consider but while they’re away Dad left me his little hidey hole but he took his armaments with him. Not that I’d need them if something happened considering everything I’ve got working in my favor right now.

Tonight he is moving towards Carlos.

Yes but is that really the best decision?

Not ours to make, he’s deciding himself.

I’m not so sure about that.

Everyone looks like they’re doing well of my core family except Beth, Beth is quiet and keeps giving me some sideways looks like she knows something. Not sure what that is but after breakfast I head back to my room and stop by hers. She’s just sitting down on her bed staring at the wall, definitely odd so I step in and immediately she gives me a worried look.

“What are you doing in here,” she asks but not angry.

“Checking on you,” I reply closing the door behind me,” Seems like we need to talk.”

“What you did was way out of line,” she says and I twist my neck a little popping it.

“Was it? Was it really considering everything that’s happened? And considering you’ve been on me to get you back for some of the shit you dragged me through was it so unexpected that me doing what I did to you,” I ask and wait as she thinks.

“You could have just told me, I would have been… ready I guess,” Beth is playing with her fingernails and not looking at me.

I move to her bed and sit down next to her, she doesn’t cringe or move away but she’s not making an effort to close.

“It could have been with you okay because until I did what I did with you your mind would never have thought of it. Besides I know that we both enjoyed what happened, I mean it’s not like Brett has ever done that to you,” I state and she gives me a shocked look,” I know he hasn’t because you were so ‘into’ what was happening you couldn’t stop yourself.”

“Well then what now, you just walk around waiting to throw me down on the bed and fuck me again,” Beth asks and I shrug.

“If you really want me to,” I offer and she shakes her head no,” Well then not right now I take it?”

“I couldn’t do that to Brett, one time I can get away with more or less but I do love him,” Beth informs me and I nod.

“Not sure I know who I love, family excluded actually. I do love you all now, didn’t know if I did before but I do now,” I state and she gives me an odd look.

“Yeah well could we not repeat what happened last time,” Beth asks and I nod.

“No but… how about you stop worrying about me every time we’re in the same room together? I come around and you get quiet then you start looking at me like I’m going to take you right then and there and if nobody else in the family has picked up on it,” I explain my point to Beth,” Abby will, you two are a lot closer now than you were before.”

“So that’s it? You just do… what you did to me and now that’s it,” Beth asks and I shrug.

“We could do it again if you like and besides that it was spur of the moment really. I just felt everything that had happened and what it was between you and I and the result… well we both know that result and afterwards I did give it thought and I asked myself, was that enough for me,” I tell Beth and she finally looks at me.

“Was it,” she has to ask.

“I hope so, let’s just say if it wasn’t Brett would know by now. But I hope that… what we did… that was the end of it between us. You wanted me to get you back and I did, lucky you though,” I chuckle and she nudges me,” Hey you got to enjoy it by comparison of what I’ve wanted to do to others.”

“Yeah, but just so I know… night that it happened you were kinda out of it. Are you feeling alright,” Beth asks and I smile.

“Actually I’m feeling more now than ever,” I reply and smile, smiling is good.

I leave Beth to herself and whatever she has planned for herself today while I head to my room and turn on the game console. I’m not even on for five minutes and Emily messages me with ‘hey’… someone is still shy. I reply politely and we message back and forth when she asks me if she was any good, actually not sure if I’ve ever had a bad but how do I say that to her.

He’s still unaware?

Yes… why?

Just checking.

More than tell her something she wants to hear I counter with a better question how it was for her. It’s simple enough a question but she is taking her time now and only after a few minutes does she reply… Can we try again? Now I have a real reason to smile and I answer ‘I would really enjoy that’. I get a freaking smile emoji for a response, words are better but for now I’ll accept it as an answer for now. What is good about sitting at home for the bulk of my day is I get to think about Sunday and going to church with Abby and the family at Carlos’s home turf. The idea of him selling me on his ‘innocence’ or ‘good intentions’ is almost enough to make me vomit black liquid up from my soul.

WHAT HAVE YOU TWO BEEN DOING?

Nothing of significance my lord.

REMEMBER YOUR PLACE FOOL.

Where did that come from, black liquid from my soul? Sounds like super emo shit. I message Sydney and ask her if she wants to go out with me tonight. I need a balance check and she says it’d be cool but then asks who else we’re hanging out with and I mention my family’s plans Sunday and now we’re in a full blown ‘why the fuck’ moment. It must have taken me ten minutes to explain that it actually wasn’t my idea, which as I said takes almost ten minutes before she says I’m taunting them and now I have to call bullshit. It’s not a matter of perspective as she argues in text, they keep coming at me no matter what I do so it’s not taunting technically. She asks what I’m doing tonight and I tell her that I want to head out to the big car meet that Carlos and his people will be at and now she says I’m taunting them for real. It’s a good laugh and when I invite her she gives me a non committal answer I tell her I’d like a yes or no so I know to pick her up. Again she says she’ll see if she can and it feels like she’s avoiding going with me and I state that I can take someone else if she’s busy and immediately I’m being called an asshole. Honestly? I state that I want to hang out with people close to me and that she’s top of the list outside of my family and when I look at taking someone else I’m an asshole? I’m warned not to take anyone if she doesn’t go and then there is an or else… I don’t like ultimatums and I tell her such gaining me a ‘whatever’ and to ‘do what I want’. I remember a point where I used to explain or try to why people, some people, are important to me. Why I value them above others. And right now in this moment I don’t even care to acknowledge that my best friend and possible girlfriend is bailing on me when I just want to go out and be seen and is pissed off that I’d take someone other than her when she balks at going.

ENOUGH WITH THIS NONSENSE, HE MUST FEED.

My lord he has fed recently and he is good. Might I suggest we try to repair or at least salvage the issue with the female?

FOOL, YOU WOULD HAVE HIM BEG LIKE A DOG FOR HER WHEN THERE ARE OTHERS? THIS IS YOUR WEAKNESS TRYING TO SHOW ITSELF THROUGH ON TO HIM.

Or maybe he’s trying to make sure there is someone who actually loves him?

SPEAK ABOUT THAT SUBJECT AGAIN AND I WILL BANISH YOU. HE DOES NOT NEED LOVE, LOVE DOESN’T EXIST. I WILL FEED HIM HATE AND HE WILL THRIVE.

I need to do something now, something new. Yeah I could go to the meet and completely fuck with Carlos and his people but I can do that later. What can I do right now that nobody would understand but would feel new?

Detective Escalante: Same Saturday, 1 PM

I get the call, I don’t believe what I’m hearing but I show up at the west lock up where we’ve been keeping formerly Officer Ramirez in between his few court dates because the lawyers are in a circus and as the original officer on the case I’m being asked to help get them out of the area. I see ADA Deveroe and Alden Thompson talking, not in a happy way to each other as Mark Delauter stands waiting in the wings. Oh and his son, Guy Donnelly the victim of two separate attacks, is standing with his step father with a look of expectant waiting.

“Excuse me, arguing lawyers? There are ladies present,” Guy says loud enough to be heard over the argument before he looks to me,” Hello Detective.”

“Hello Mr. Donnelly, Mr. Delauter,” I address the two civil men in the hallway,” What are you doing here?”

“Attempting to completely violate my client’s rights,” Mr. Thompson for the defense says turning to me,” They need to be removed from the facility immediately.”

“The Victim wishes to speak privately with one of his… alleged attackers. The state sees no real harm in this and Mr. Donnelly has legal counsel present and is aware that the conversation between them cannot be used in the case. Honestly I don’t see the problem you have Alden,” ADA Deveroe is screwing with Thompson, how did he get Guy in on it is the question.

“Detective Escalante, I just want to talk to him. Just once and I don’t care for the legal war right now, I just want to speak with the man one time. I know most people who have endured what I have gone through at his hands,” Guy begins and is cut off.

“Allegedly gone through at my client’s hands,” Thompson correcting a high schooler, big man.

“Yes, allegedly… right. I have asked, I have signed. Why not, handcuff and search me again so I can’t do anything to him. I want to speak to the man, just talk to him,” Guy is asking and while it is completely unheard of there are legal loopholes.

They argue, the lawyers but not Guy. He watches them and it’s like he’s figuring them out and for a second, just a split second, I see he has some of the bluest eyes ever. What shocks me the most is that they agree; Thompson spoke privately with Delauter and agreed to allow Ramirez to speak with Guy one on one but both would need to be secured. I do the search of Guy myself and he has nothing that would be dangerous I secure him in an interrogation room and wait with him while Thompson goes to speak with his client first.

“Can it be truly private,” Guy asks me and I nod but point to the camera.

“They’ll be shutting it off but I will be watching,” I state,” Just watching, they’re cutting the audio as per the agreement. When was it written up?”

“This morning, after breakfast,” Guy says and he is smiling,” Wrote most of it myself.”

“Are you studying law,” I ask, it would make sense considering his step father.

“No, I’m just really good with contracts and favors,” Guy states and again, really blue eyes.

I get the buzz, the one telling me I can step out and after I’m in the hallway I watch as Ramirez is led into the room. Three lawyers are outside while a victim and his attacker are left one on one, this could end horribly.

Formerly Officer Ramirez

Face to face with the kid, thought I’d only have to see him in court. He’s looking down at the floor, like he’s afraid of me. We sit quietly after the guard cuffs me to the table, me watching the kid and the kid watching the floor. It’s a good couple minutes when Guy finally looks up at me and I see him smiling, his face still has a few scars but he looks at me and he seems glad, like this is what he wants.

“Oh the things we could talk about,” he says and I must look confused,” Oh don’t worry, I won’t talk about anything we say in here. This is for me.”

“Thought that was what the court case was for, the victim,” I tell him and he chuckles.

“No that is so the system can feel like it’s useful. No this right here, right now. This is for me, so can you answer a question,” Guy asks and I nod, causing him to lean forward,” Why call me an ambulance?”

“I’m not going to incriminate myself,” I state knowing full well what was agreed by the lawyers.

“Stop that, that hiding behind the papers and words. I know you were the one that stabbed me while the others held me, I know because I can see it in your eyes. It’s there right now, that same look of ‘what the hell am I doing’. You also were the one who sent me on my way after your friends shocked the shit out of me, you had a pretty good idea someone would come help me soon so you sent me towards a church. So first question again, why call me an ambulance,” the kid goes into a rant, a truthful one, before asking his question again.

“I didn’t want to kill you,” I finally answer and he loses some of his smile.

“Why not, it would have worked better,” he actually says it, same as Crawford and James.

“I didn’t want you to die; I was the one that watched what was happening. My own suck ass stakeout. I couldn’t report it because it was off the books and what we were planning wasn’t ever supposed to come out. I made sure they were gone when I called the ambulance,” I explain and he listens.

“So why not confess, save yourself,” he asks and I shrug,” Loyalty? Honor?”

“No point to it, we’re all going up. Nothing going to change that,” I tell him and he leans back in his chair, then I hear it.

He’s laughing, head back and laughing. I don’t know what he’s laughing about but he’s doing it and I just have to watch and wait. It takes a minute but he finally stops and now all laughter is gone.

“You’re the small one, the weak one. They will sacrifice you when the time comes, they will sacrifice you and the one will walk away,” Guy says and what is wrong with this kid.

“Who will walk away,” I ask but I know who he’s talking about.

“The smart one, the one who started all this. The smart one will watch you burn to save their skin and you’ll suffer worst because the others will let you take the worst of it,” Guy is talking about way too much that he should not know,” but what about a deal?[/b]”

“A what,” a deal, there is no deal for this situation.

“[b]I didn’t realize you were unaware to the concept of a deal. I make them all the time and according to the law… I don’t like that word, but according to the law I’m not fully privileged as an adult
,” this kid is not right, something has definitely went wrong,” Am I making you nervous? You helped make me so let’s not dwell on the fear and lets dwell on the now, shall we?”

“You don’t have anything to offer me,” I say it and he begins to chuckle again.

What about your freedom? Or how about your respect as an officer of the… law[/b],” kid has to stop and think to say the word.

“Not something you are able to grant kid, nice try but for what it’s worth I am sorry about what I did,” I apologize to him and he shakes his head violently before focusing on me with blue eyes and I can feel him burrowing into me.

“YOU ARE NOT SORRY, I WILL HAVE YOU HUNTED. I WILL MAKE YOU SUFFER, I WILL FIND YOUR FAMILY AND I WILL SEND YOU THEIR REGARDS AS I TEAR THEIR LIVES DOWN AROUND WHILE YOU SIT IN A HOLE,” and what the hell is going on with this kid,” or you acknowledge that I have power, real power. You take the hand instead of insulting it and you make the deal. All I want is the one in charge, the one who gave the orders. You let him take your place and you will be free, you have my word.”

He talks; I guess I can call it talking but this tone coming out of his mouth makes so much sense. I know everything, I have evidence stashed to get myself a lesser sentence but what he’s explaining is so much more. I nod and agree but I think about Thompson. I’m his client right along with James and Crawford but as this kid reminds me there is only room on this life raft for one and I’m the one who wanted him to live, they didn’t. I’m the one who sent him on his way after James spent hours using a stupid accent to convince him that it was the gang shocking him with a car battery. They didn’t care about what happened to him, they wanted results. I want results; I want my out for trying to do the right thing in a bad situation.

[b]Guy: Twenty five minutes after meeting with Officer Ramirez

I’m watching a lawyer’s brain implode because the legal system just horribly fucked him and the case he’s a part of, it’s actually quite beautiful. I was escorted out of my sit down with Mr. Ramirez and while I don’t remember all of what I said specifically I got my point across and now there are lawyers. One lawyer is claiming that testimony will condemn his client, one is stating that the deal is real and that the former officer is fully allowed to get outside counsel. Which he now has in the form of my Step-Father who also has a shiny new deal in his hand that is signed and ready to go and a new client in the form of the soon to be reinstated Officer Ramirez. The Detective is trying to keep the peace and the lawyer from the DA’s office just quietly giving basic instructions on how to treat the new and most valuable witness. It takes almost ten minutes for Thompson, that’s his name, to calm down somewhat and realize that his case is pretty much dead in the water. Me I’m just watching and smiling as ‘justice’ is being done and finally Detective Escalante figures out that a deal is being made, a very big deal and it’s going to change things at the foundation of her job. She finally has Thompson leave, he has no client here anymore and will be paid for the service he’s rendered so far, Mr. Deveroe the ADA and my Step-Father talk a little more and shake hands but Detective Escalante is watching me. A half an hour and I brokered a deal, a very simple deal that will gain me what I want… vengeance.

Yes, that’s how you manipulate the situation.

YOU CALL THIS VICTORY?

No we don’t, he does.

YOU ARE INFLUENCING HIS STANDARDS.

Nope, we’re just putting them first.

Now to get him… fed.

I’m outside the jail or holding facility, whatever they call it now and Mr. Delauter is smiling. I like him smiling, it means good things.

“Are you heading back towards home,” he asks me, I did bring my own car.

“No sir, I actually have some business to conclude but I will check in with Mom and make sure she knows I’m alright,” I will too, she deserves that much.

He nods in agreement and turns to his Mercedes to head home while I lean next to my car and make a phone call.

“What do you want,” Syd asks and I detect some attitude.

“To see if you want to come with me tonight,” I ask and I hear her disgust.

“You’re looking for a fight, that’s not who you are,” Sydney informs me and I shake my head.

“I’m looking to go and have a good time. I want you to come with me and we’ll both have a good time together. So what if they are where I want to go, I want to go anyway because I’m tired of everyone thinking I should avoid them. Now are you going to come with me tonight or not,” I ask and she’s quick to answer.

“No and you’re not going either. You need to think about things because you’re getting reckless. And you’re not taking anyone else with you up there,” Sydney is giving me orders and it is frustrating.

“Are you telling me what I can and cannot do,” I ask and she realizes, or I think she does, her position.

“I’m telling you what you need to do,” Syd states a little less confident than she started.

YOU WILL NOT LET THIS FEMALE DICTATE WHAT HE DOES.

No my lord, we will not.

“Well then what do you propose? I want to feel the wind in my face, I want to dance, I want to sing and I want to bring you when I do these like we should have months ago,” I remind her of our failed dance.

“I can’t tonight but that doesn’t mean you should go at all okay,” I don’t know if she’s asking or not,” Please just stay home and don’t go out to their meet tonight. Stay home and we’ll get together after school Monday alright?”

“Again you deny me some entertainment and your company? What happened,” I ask, I did think she liked me.

“I’m worried alright, my parents are worried about you… us. They want to know you are being safe and if you go you aren’t being safe,” Sydney is pleading; I don’t like begging when I know we’d have real fun.

“Come with me, I won’t do anything and I’ll walk away if they come to me. Come and be with me and we’ll just have fun,” I’m making a serious offer; I don’t want to really get their attention… well not too much.

“I can’t and if I’m not there you’ll get in trouble. Promise me you won’t go to the meet,” Syd asks and now she’s pleading.

WHY IS HE CONSIDERING HEEDING THE FEMALE’S WORDS?

I think he loves her my lord.

LOVE, YOU KEEP USING WORDS THAT HAVE NO MEANING.

Just because you do not know it my lord does not mean it doesn’t exist.

“I don’t ask you for a lot, just some time and understanding. Now you are asking me to not be who I am,” I leave that statement out for her to ponder.

“Guy, please don’t go there. Just stay away from the races tonight please… for me,” Syd is going low on this one.

“Fine I will stay away from the races. Does that make you happy? Does me not being who I am make you feel better,” I ask and I’m not feeling very nice right now.

“Guy you staying away from there makes me feel better. And you’re doing it for me and that’s not a bad thing,” Syd is trying to justify her now agreed upon request.

“Don’t make me eat shit and expect me to like it Sydney. Enjoy your night,” I end our call and resist the urge to break my phone.

What always confuses me about people, they ask you for something you know you will not like. They know it is not what you want or need yet they ask anyway and when you give it to them and they know you do not enjoy it they expect you to be happy. Sydney sends me a message thanking me and promises that she’ll see me Sunday; I tell her I have plans and I’ll be busy. I don’t get a reply to that but at least it’s true, Sunday we go to church. My Step-father has left but I still have my car with me and I need to cool down, a lot, so I go for a drive. I don’t quite pick a spot to drive to, so much as just get on the roads and start driving, not sure where I’m going but it’s not long before I end up somewhere not at the big races I should be at.

My lord what are you doing influencing him to come here.

Not him actually.

You… why?

You know why, settling business.

She sees me, it’d difficult not to see me considering my car probably costs more than the other four vehicles out in front of the taco truck. I pull in park before cutting the engine and just waiting outside my vehicle. Lupe is taking orders, she’s the only female in the truck so a soft face helps entice men to order more, good strategy but it doesn’t take long before she sees me and as soon as the latest order is made I watch the back of the truck open and here she comes. Not super pissed off but definitely not happy to see me.

“What are you doing here,” she asks as soon as she’s five feet away from me.

“You and I have unfinished business,” it’s all I have to say before the attitude drops.

“Hector said he was gonna get that contract from you, he said you’d call it even and leave me alone,” Lupe’s attitude is less than inspiring.

“Is that what he said? Well then I’m happy to prove him wrong yet again,” I tell her with a smirk,” See Lupe, I bet even if you called him he’d be too busy to come down here and make things even for you. See he’s too busy taking care of his boys and what is, to him mind you, more important. Now let’s be honest about something right here. Do you think he’s actually committed to your relationship?”

“What? Of course he loves me,” she says the words but doesn’t answer the question.

“I never said love, I said committed. There is a difference. See if you love someone you can do all manner of things and just expect them to be alright because ‘you’re in love’. But when you are committed to someone you do things that wouldn’t hurt them because you want what’s best for them and if he wanted what’s best for you he’d have done something to get that contract back by now wouldn’t he,” I ask and now she’s got doubts.

“Maybe, his friend Carlos said to leave you alone,” she’s grasping at straws.

“And yet here I am with you and I want… to make you a deal,” I tell her with a smile, my smile.

“We already have a deal and I want that over and gone,” Lupe tells me and I continue to smile.

“That is what you want; I want to open your eyes. I want to show you how… pathetic your relationship to Hector really is and then I want you to break up with him,” I tell her and she laughs at me.

“You’re fucking with me,” a quick response that goes from a laugh to disbelief,” you are serious? You think you can convince me to break up with Hector? Why?”

“I can’t convince you of anything honestly. I am simply going to open your eyes and when I’m done opening your eyes you’ll break up with him for your own betterment. Yes I made a deal with you and I used you to hurt him… that I admit however not once have I ever came after you with direct harm. I figured you’d be awake enough to turn around and see that Hector is not your future, he’s a stalling point,” I’m just making small talk really; her own mind will make the decision.

“So you convince me that I don’t need hector and I break up with him then you give me the contract and that’s it,” She asks and I shake my head.

“No, either way you get the contract. What I ask for is your open mind, see things from a perspective outside of your… love and see them as they truly are,” I tell her, she’s thinking again, just like when she signed the first time.

“Okay, how long do I have to listen,” she asks and I smile.

“Oh, probably less than an hour. The rest will be all up to you,” I explain and so it begins.

Carlos: About 11 pm that night

It’s a big ass party and my people are relaxing in style. We had a good haul for the Union and even with what happened to Juanita and Rolando, then Chris just a night ago, we’re still trying to relax. I got Chris’s car to Dutch and he’s gonna make it better than new while Chris is going to take a little more time to heal up. Some of my people are out dancing, some are partying but mostly we’re tranquilo and feeling good when I hear someone call out a name I don’t usually hear.

“Lupe baby, what you doing out here,” Hector asks his girlfriend who is here now; he never brings her to these.

“I’m here because you won’t answer your phone, you won’t answer your texts so I had to come down here myself,” Lupe is a bit pissed which for most of our women means get ready to duck.

“Hey Lupe, welcome to the party. Want a drink,” I offer trying to disarm the bomb.

“No Carlos, I won’t be here that long,” she says without even looking at me, Hector what did you do?

“Baby I didn’t hear my phone,” he says and pulls out his phone only to have her snatch it out of his hand,” Honey, what the hell?”

“What the hell honey exactly Hector? I’ve been sending you messages since six, five hours ago. I want to see you, I have good news, baby pick up we need to talk. These would sound familiar if you would answer a fucking message,” Lupe is really pissed and she’s got his phone out and opens his messages.

She tosses Hector his phone so he can see and I take a look over his shoulder, it starts good but gets worse as it goes. More and more she’s getting upset at him and the last message reads ‘I’m coming out there’. Well here she is and she does not look happy.

“Baby I’m sorry but I didn’t hear my phone, you’re here now and we can sit back and relax…,” Hector is offering a spot I honestly wouldn’t deny her with my people.

“Hell with sit back and relax, you’ve been sitting back and relaxing for weeks. I want an answer, what are you doing to get that contract back,” Lupe asks and that’s where I have to step in.

“I’ve been holding him back on that,” I say the words and she finally does look at me.

“So have you been the one telling him that he needs to be a little bitch and not own up to his shit to get the contract back? Is that you Carlos or is it just because Hector wouldn’t know how to own up to his shit if you handed him instructions,” Lupe comes out swinging and Hector is surprised.

“Baby we’ve tried talking to him,” Hector steps back into the line of fire.

“Have you put your own fucking head on the block to help me? Have you even bothered to talk to me about why I’d fuck around for less than a thousand dollars with a stranger on camera? No, you just sat there like a sad little man. Yeah you got mad at everyone but as soon as you find out its Guy who is doing this you hide from the consequences,” Lupe is swinging for the fences and knocking them out of the park.

“Lulu baby, he never asked me for anything for the contract,” Hector says and that’s where I’d have to step in but Lupe does it for me.

“He never asked but you never offered shit. I made a deal and you wanted me out of it, for us I agreed and you said you’d handle it. So now you’re telling me he never asked you for anything? Wake up Hector, you needed to man up and own your shit with him. You beat on him for over three years and it didn’t even occur to you that going to his family’s home and maybe apologizing would be a good idea,” Lupe says it and hell I wasn’t even brave enough to do that.

“Baby you don’t understand,” Hector starts but she’s still going.

“I don’t understand weak bitchy man-boy, I really don’t but I’ve been dating one for less than a year and I’m not impressed with what I’ve been getting out of this arrangement. I asked you for money to help with my bills and you said you couldn’t afford it but you come by the truck for free lunches on the weekends. I ask to spend time with me or even wait and take me out with you when I’ve been working but you leave me behind for what,” she waves her hands at the crew who are looking,” Now I’m going to ask you what are you going to do about Guy and this contract right now?”

“Listen Lupe, I screwed up but let me talk to him tomorrow at church. I’ll ask him for it and say I’m sorry,” Hector has the right idea but Lupe isn’t convinced.

“I didn’t ask about tomorrow, I asked about today. That means right here and right now, get your car and we’ll drive to his place right now and you can beg or whatever for it,” Lupe tells Hector but he’s hesitating,” Really? You’re too scared to go right now and be a man?”

“Lupe, I promise you that tomorrow at church we’ll talk to him. I’ll go with Hector and I’ll make him an offer to get that contract back. I’m sorry that it’s been so long but we’ve been trying to make peace with Guy for a long time and I’m hoping tomorrow we can really start that. Hector will go with me and we’ll make sure…,” I’m trying to help my boy here but Lupe is not interested what I have to say.

“Carlos this isn’t about you and Hector so please shut up,” she says it and I figure I probably should for Hector’s sake,” Hector what are you going to do? Tell me right now… RIGHT now? What are you going do to get the contract back?”

“Baby, tomorrow at church I’ll talk to him. I’ll go, it’ll just be me and I’ll ask him for it,” Hector is missing the point I think,” If he says no I’ll tell him I’ll do anything for it. I swear baby I’ll just offer him whatever he wants.”

“Then what, what happens when you get it back,” Lupe asks expecting a very specific answer.

“Then we’re fine and fuck him,” I almost put my hand over his mouth, too late though.

“Really? Just back out of your word on my behalf since all this started because of you,” Lupe asks and Hector is confused… or scrambling… or both.

We’re all waiting for her to blow up but she just shakes her head and I think laughs a little, kind of a pity laugh. She’s got a light coat on and from inside she pulls out a couple papers stapled together. She already had the contract and Hector just fucked up.

“Baby you got it,” Hector asks and I swear he needs to think more,” Baby we’re clear, no more of his shit hanging over our heads.”

“No Hector, over my head. See he told me I’d get the papers tonight but I had to have an open mind and ask some very specific questions and I did but now that I have the answers I know that you are a coward. You have no respect for me, no honor and why the fuck would I want to be in a relationship when you,” Lupe pokes him in the chest with the papers,” won’t even man up and accept responsibility for shit you got me into?”

“Baby I would have I swear,” Hector is too little too late.

“No you wouldn’t you just said you wouldn’t so let me explain a few things that you should know. I know that you don’t respect me, you obviously don’t love me or you would have done anything to get these papers back as soon as you knew it was him,” Lupe explains and while most of our ladies would step up they are holding back and not because of me,” But I don’t respect you either and I know for a fact now that I could do so much better than a four minute car backseat when we can’t use my apartment cause my roommates are home and you’re scared they’ll hear you. I LIVE WITH TWO GUYS! I hear them screwing each other all the time.”

“Lupe I do love you. It’s Guy, he gets in your head and screws with what you see and hear,” Hector is trying and I think he’s kind of right about Guy for once.

“He did get in my head but he showed me the truth and you confirmed it. Now here’s where I cut this off because I need to. We’re done, we’ve been done since week three but I’ve been too afraid to just move on so don’t come by for tacos when you’re stoned and hungry cause we won’t serve you for free anymore,” she is ripping his heart out but I can tell there’s more,” I even offered to come back and sleep with him, Guy, if he was right and you know what he told me? ‘Two people I completely despise have had you and honestly I don’t want the connection’. He wouldn’t be with me because of you and the jock he had me screw which Hector… I wasn’t faking it with him. Not for one minute and it lasted over twenty. Now go back to your boys, go be with the homies and I’m going to go make a life for me without you.”

We all watch her turn and walk away, I think she caught a ride out here but I don’t follow her or have anyone else follow her. We’re picking up Hector off the pavement, his heart anyway, and trying to get him back to at least talking. Man isn’t even crying and he loves Lupe but shit, if I knew how to help him with this I would but instead we just put beers in his hand till he can’t stand up and pour him into the back of my car. Hell I don’t even care if he throws up back there… I do actually care but not enough to stop from driving him home and put him in his own bed. I catch his uncle passed out on the couch, lazy sack, Hector keeps all their shit going by being my right hand and now it cost him his girl. I get home and settle down about one in the morning so I can wake up and get to service with my family.

I didn’t drink that much so waking up was easy enough and I’m not going for nice crew appropriate clothes, I’m dressing up nice today and as soon as Mom sees me she gets very happy and goes on and on about how I should try meeting one of the nice girls we go to church with. My mother and her quest to get me married, it is kind of her job as a Mom though. Mom and Dad drive their car with Marta over and I take my own car over to the church and head inside with mi familia. My crew took a queue from me this morning and we’re not in our colors today, gotta try to play it cool as we or maybe just me show the Delauter family we’re not the pieces of shit they think we are. It’s only about ten minutes and my family and I are close to the front when I can tell something is up and I get to turn and see the whole Delauter family, like all of them not just Guy and Abby walk in. Hell Liz even brought her boyfriend. I watch as they look around for a moment and take a row towards the back mostly because they take half a row themselves and I want to get them a spot up front but I don’t want to push them. Everyone settles in and service begins. From there it’s pretty basic, sing and pray then listen to Father Gomez read from the bible before speaking to us about a lesson for the week.

“We had a few hymns this week but I heard something I have never heard before. It was harmony, I heard voices new and old in harmony and that is something we’ve been neglecting for a long time. We’re a strong church but we’re not an isolated one. Now I see that one of our more influential families has come to our church this Sunday and I’d like to welcome those who don’t know them. They are the Delauter family, welcome,” Father Gomez greeting them might not go well.

He continues to speak about bringing people together and a more united look at the world around us. Looking out for people because they are people and not because they live in the same ten blocks as us, he’s taking a shot at my people and I know it but it’s true and I won’t even bring it up to him if we talk late. Thankfully Mom and Dad don’t notice and just listen in, Marta does and looks at me a little before turning back to pay attention to Father Gomez. Father Gomez finishes and we sing our final hymn and service breaks up and most people head out to their cars so we can get to the park and everyone can have a picnic, I picked this weekend for a reason. Whole Church tries to get together once a month in the spring/summer to have a big barbeque/picnic and now I have to try to get Guy and his family to come. I head over to where Guy is standing talking with his sister while his parents talk to Father Gomez and it’s a hand on my shoulder, Marta actually, that stops me.

“Are you going to invite them to the barbeque,” She asks and I nod,” Let me, you’ll screw it up.”

I would like to think that I wouldn’t completely screw it up but the odds are not in my favor to as or invite Guy or his parents to anything. I watch Marta approach Abigail and Guy and after a little bit of talking Guy leaves the girls and moves over to his parents and after talking with them, it doesn’t look like a bad talk. I go back to Mom and Dad and wait with them; Mom is interested in what everyone is bringing when Marta comes back and gives me a nod. Now they’re coming to the church barbeque. Mom and Dad head home to grab a few things Mom had prepared for the barbeque and I get to change a little, just something nice but casual and non gang related. I let my people spread the word that they should keep the colors hidden for now. I drive the food to the park next to the church so since I have and empty back seat and help Mom unload the food she made and then I settle in and let my crew gather. It doesn’t take long and Juanita is here with Romeo which is good but Hector is not here which is better, can’t trust his temper right about now after Guy had his talk with Lupe yesterday. It doesn’t take me long to find him, Guy that is, he’s sitting a with his parents and Abby, no Mark or Beth here. The family is talking but Guy is just watching people like he’s waiting for something. A few of the other Dad’s get some of the grills up and burning and start working on the few foods that need cooking right now while everyone else is either snacking or walking around socializing, yes I know the word I am smarter than people give me credit for.

Almost an hour and a half and aside from Abby talking with Marta and Father Gomez visiting with Guy’s Mom I haven’t seen them try to socialize or even really speak with any of the other families. Worst part is Mom and Dad are noticing it too and with my Mom firmly believing that I’m a good person and that all you need is talk with people and you can work everything out like a good catholic. Guy and his family are sitting at a table; one with the benches built in as Mom and Dad grab their plates and without any warning have Marta and I stand up and go over to the Delauter table. Dad decides to do the introductions.

“Hola Mr. and Mrs. Delauter, I am Julio Ortega and this is my wife Margarita. You know my daughter Marta,” Dad nods to sis,” And this is my son Carlos.”

“Hello Julio, you can call me Mark and my wife is Loretta. You both know my daughter Abigail and my step son Guy,” Mr. D says in greeting to my Dad and Mom,” Was there something we could help you with?”

“We would like to sit with your family. My son has made a big… production about having your family come down to visit our church today and while we’ve met we’ve never really spoke but thanks to my boy we can take the time to get to know each other,” Momma says to the Delauter’s and they get a very amused look on their faces.

And we sit, and we eat, and the adults talk sometimes including us younger near adults. Even Marta and Abigail talk to each other but Guy doesn’t even look at anyone in my family or even at Marta who he liked for a little while. When his Mother mentions something to bring him in the conversation he keeps his response very short and immediately goes back to slowly eating his food. I don’t know what is going on in his head but what I’m seeing here is Guy completely uninterested in my family and anything we have to offer. At least the conversation is nice and everyone is smiling. I just keep waiting for a chance to say something to Guy, something with a purpose or meaning when he pulls out his phone and starts talking to someone. He’s smiling as he steps away from the table and continues to talk.

“My children know not to have conversations on their phones at the table,” Guy’s Mother explains as my parents nod.

“Can’t take it away all the time but when at home it is best they leave them in their rooms,” my Mom says to Guy’s and both nod.

“What are your son’s plans after his second year of High School,” Mr. Delauter says it and it’s almost an insult I think.

“Well he has some independent work that he uses to help pay the bills; mostly our son has been waiting for his sister to graduate so he doesn’t have to keep an eye on her. That school our children go to is a tough place,” Dad answer and I cringe at his remarks about school.

“It shouldn’t be,” Guy’s Mother says and she is looking right at me.

“Yes, my son has told of us of his… actions and what he and his friends have done. He asked your son into our home when he told us but your son was not interested in his apology and even afterwards your son helps ours. He is forgiving…,” Mom says explaining my family’s side of the situation that has occurred.

“That’s because some things are too big to forgive. Three years of what your son and his friends did to Guy is enough to make me want to file legal action if there were an option. Even if there was Guy has asked me to stay back from it and let him handle it which he has been in his own way,” Mr. D says he knows about what Guy has been doing and I almost want to out his step son to him.

“And what is your son doing if I might ask,” my Dad asks and that’s when the subject of conversation decides he’s done with his phone call.

“Whatever I want. See you’re nice people, you never did anything to me aside from finding out your son has been torturing and beating me for three years and your reaction was to smile and hug your boy as if you thought this was a good thing to happen to a wealthy white male,” Guy answers and Mom is a little shocked at him being so direct.

“My son and you should talk privately or maybe with Father Gomez. I understand you were hurt and that it was in no small part to my son and his friends but maybe this is a time for moving forward,” Dad says to Guy who smiles.

“Or time for burying the past,” Guy says it and looks right at me,” But no, I have nothing for him and he has nothing I would take that he could offer. I don’t believe in forgiveness, I believe in forethought. If your son had taken the time and thought about what his friends were doing to me he would have stopped, if he was a truly good person like you believe he is three years ago when I was looking at him as he was struggling with his algebra to help him he would have asked me like a person.”

“Why didn’t you say something then,” Marta asks looking between me and Guy.

“Because there were a half dozen loud, angry Latinos surrounding me asking me questions in two languages when I only understand one and when I tried to speak I was physically assaulted. Then when I did what everyone says you’re supposed to do like tell the people in charge your son,” Guy looks right at my Father when he says it,” He told everyone who did see that they need to keep their mouths shut. He used his position to make sure his friends could continue to beat and humiliate me in front of everyone because he could get away with it.”

“Can we talk, just you and me” I ask Guy and I really just want to put this between us as he is making my family look bad.

“Sure, want to get a dozen of your friends to join us so you feel safe,” he answers but he’s laughing at me.

I get up from the table and Dad gives me a nod of approval or at least acceptance that I’m really trying. Guy doesn’t move at first so I lead and he walks a little behind me as I head away from pretty much everyone. Only person I even try to call over is Father Gomez but Guy catches me.

“Invite the Priest and I swear I will embarrass you in front of your mother,” Guy says it and it almost sounds like he wants me to anyway.

I don’t know where I’m really going to take Guy to talk but as soon as I can’t see anyone he decides to start for me.

“So this is where we hide my body,” I turn around and look at him, he’s smiling,” Just a joke, it’s not like you can kill me anyway.”

“I never tried,” I am just trying to get something out more but he finds this funny.

“No because you like torture, but seriously you can’t kill me,” he says and I see he’s serious.

“I don’t want to,” I am trying to get out something to try to explain how I feel but he’s quick to stop me.

“The words of someone who actually can’t. If I can’t do it then I’ll just say I don’t want to and then it looks like a choice. Honestly I was hoping you’d ask me for a deal or something, that would be interesting actually. You owing me a boon,” Guy seems entertained by that idea.

“Okay, so what do I get,” I ask and now he’s stalled,” Seriously, I ask for whatever I want and in return I have to do something or give up something right? That’s how the deals work?”

“Someone’s been snooping around… but no matter, if I were offering a boon it would be for what you desire and what you will ask for you don’t desire, not really,” he says it looking straight into my eyes.

“I want your forgiveness, your respect and your friendship,” I don’t even realize I just said it and Guy laughs at me,” It’s what I want.”

“It’s not what you desire, see I like more base creatures. They know what they want and they are ready to ask for it. Like Brandon, he wanted his chance to get that scholarship, he put in his bid and he knew exactly what to ask for and I gave it to him and then time to pay came around and he paid. Not the way he expected but it was the payment I wanted nevertheless,” Guy explains and it doesn’t matter what he says, I want this.

“I told you want I want, write it down and I’ll sign it,” I tell him and he laughs a little.

“Again you aren’t hearing me; it’s not what you desire. You want this because you think it’ll lead to what you really want. Now if we’re going to play this little game you might want to start following the rules,” he says it like he knows more about me than I thought, not much of a chance but maybe.

“Then what do I desire? If you know then tell me because I know what I want, it’s what I’m asking for so what is it,” I figure if I can challenge him on it he’ll give me what I ask for when he’s wrong.

Hmmm, a test is it? Very well… You’re alone, surrounded but alone… you have companions but you want a partner… a lover… you’re not into men so it’s a woman… you have those but you want something else… pure… unattainable… you torture yourself over her and she causes you despair, interesting…,” it’s Guy talking but I don’t know what is happening to him,” it’s not just desire, you have that with her but it’s worse… love… you want her love and you can’t have it… it’s worse because you almost could have save for… me? I’m the reason you lost her or can’t have her… oh this is such wonderful agony you have. I can actually taste it in the air because you’re thinking about her right now… you can’t stop thinking about her and now I have it. No.”

“What? Who is it you think I want,” I ask but I know, he knows I know and I swear to God he must know.

“It’s a secret, a whisper that if you ever uttered it your shame and pain would be laid bare for not just anyone to see. I’d see it, I’d taste it, I’d bathe in it. Say the name,” Guy is toying with me.

“I want your respect and your forgiveness,” I ask but he is smiling, God his smile is big.

“Say… the… name…,” he’s walking around me now, like a dog around a bloody rat,” I’ll make the deal, I’ll write the contract and we’ll sign it. Then I’ll make it happen but you must say it.”

“I can’t… I just can’t Guy,” dear God make him stop, dear God help him… help me.

“HE CAN’T HEAR YOU, I WON’T LET HIM,” Guy’s voice is horrifying,” Now say the name and it will be done.”

“Abigail,” I whisper it but I know he can hear me.

“Agreed,” a simple answer and I drop to my knees,” Get off your knees, this isn’t church and I’m not God. He asks his people to bow, I want them to look and see.”

Guy stands me up and brushes dead grass of my slacks like I’m a child and I feel like one right now. I didn’t want to ask for Abigail, I didn’t want to but I did and now he knows he can use that to hurt me and it’s not that I don’t deserve it but still. We walk back and the whole way he’s smiling and as we reach the edge of the picnic ground and Guy stops me and smiles.

“What,” I ask, I really have no clue what is going on with him.

“Smile, you’re about to get what you want and unlike your friend your relationship will have something more to it than free food and bad sex,” Guy informs me about Hector a little from when he talked to Lupe.

We make it back to our families and Guy sits down and smiles at his Mom before grabbing a plate and heading back to the tables for more food. Mom and Dad want answers but they aren’t going to ask now with Guy’s family watching. I keep an eye on Guy, I mean he’s just getting food but still something is going on when I hear the bass of a car. Nobody is stupid enough to come here blasting music and I see a few of my crew looking to the parking lot when I see him… Hector.

“Motherfucking pendejo! Where are you motherfucker,” Hector is loud, really loud and he is pissed. 

I don’t even have to guess who Hector is looking for; first thing I look for is Guy who is looking to where my swearing friend is yelling from. Hector is moving through the people now, the crew and their families and the uninvolved families are watching as Father Gomez is moving to stop Hector. Me? I’m moving to stop Hector before he makes a mistake he can’t get anyone to bail him out of. I’m about twenty feet away from Hector when I see Guy standing a little bit behind Father Gomez and he looks confused as to why Hector is looking at him.

“You come into our church and think you one of us,” Hector is shooting off his mouth, one of his worst traits.

“Your church? I thought it was God’s church and all were welcome? Do my family and I need to leave,” Guy looks like he’s talking to Father Gomez who is trying to keep Hector back and talk to Guy at the same time.

“Hector, back off you’re not thinking,” I tell my boy stepping in between him and Father Gomez whispering,” And you’re drunk. Go home and get cleaned up, I’ll check on you later.”

“NO! I’m gonna settle this with that slimy shit right now,” Hector yells and tries to push me out of the way,” What are you doing?”

“Hector… no. Go home,” I tell him and he’s my friend but I can’t be friendly right now.

“You taking his side, you backing him after what he did to me,” Hector asks and I am finally done.

“You know what H, yes I am. You know what Guy did, he told Lupe the truth and he told her that her relationship with you was bad. That’s what this is about; Guy was just doing the right thing and helping her see it, understand? Now go home, I am not going to ask you again,” I tell Hector and now we’re almost face to face.

“Or what? I’ve been doing your dirty work and cleaning up all the mess you can’t handle for years and you trying to look at me like you don’t know what I do,” Hector is whispering in Spanish but more than a few people know what he means,” Either you handle this or I will.”

“I’m right here Hector, your move. Walk away and calm down or see what happens because I’m not moving,” I tell my friend and now I’m really not sure what is going to happen.

It’s about a minute before Hector does anything but it’s the smartest move he could make by backing up and walking away from me, swearing in Spanish all the way back to his car. I don’t take my eyes off him till he’s in his car pulling away. I see Guy’s parents and mine coming over to us and I get to turn to see Guy’s face, he looks a little shaken up by this. This scared him?

“Honey are you alright,” Guy’s Mom asks him and he nods before speaking.

“You said you were serious about keeping an eye on me months ago but I didn’t think you’d stand up to your own friend for me,” Guy says and now everyone is looking at me.

“I don’t know… it just needed to stop. I had to stop it and…,” I am trying to explain but I feel like I’m on display as everyone is looking at me.

My Mom and Dad are proud of me; Guy’s step father is shaking my hand. Guy’s Mom gives me a hug and thanks me. My sister is smiling at me and my people are nodding their approval. I don’t know what just happened but even Father Gomez is smiling at me for what I just did. I take a minute, hell I take more than a few just to figure out what everyone is doing and then I see it. I am the hero; I’m the good guy in this. How the fuck did that happen? I have been towing this line for months, I have been trying to convince everyone that I’m serious about leaving Guy alone and making peace and now everyone is praising me for it when not two hours ago nobody believed me.

Hours later my people and I are helping the clean up and I’m carrying trash to a dumpster when Marta comes over and nudges me. I see she’s smiling at me and I just shake my head at her cause I have no fucking clue what is going on.

“Abigail asked me for your number,” She says it and I drop four bags on the ground,” Might need to pick that up.”

“She did what,” I have to ask because this is too weird.

“I gave her your number and she’s coming over to hang out next weekend, Mom and Dad said it was nice because she stopped coming over after Freshman year but she seems like she wants to actually come around now,” Marta knows something and she’s playing with me,” Maybe it’s because someone is actually trying to be the person he keeps telling everyone he is.”

Yeah she’s fucking with me but she’s also telling the truth. I get the trash in the dumpster and look around for a bit. My people are doing alright and things actually seem a little better, I see Abigail heading to her parent’s car and she looks at me. Not with disgust or anger but she just looks, smiles a little and gets in the car. I don’t know what’s going when I see Guy catch up and he looks at me too then he smiles, not like Abby did. I don’t know how but he just gave me everything I asked for and what I desire… but what is the cost?

Guy: About an hour and a half later

I’m not home right now even though Abby is feeling a little better and my parents are glad to see that things are getting better for me with the bullies and the gang. Not like I didn’t completely know it was going to happen but that is the nature of the… we me. Right now as for my location I’m at Jackie’s apartment. Well it’s technically our apartment but she lives there, I’m just on the lease and after Hector’s little shouting match at me then Carlos taking a stand she messaged me three times saying she had a problem and needed my help because of the rules. I made the rules and I’m really curious how she’s using rules I made for her to get me to help her from doing something that will make me mad at her. It’s an interesting situation. I changed out of Sunday clothes and into a t shirt and jeans as I’m standing outside Jackie’s door; I knock even though I have the key. Manners and all that.

“Guy, you got my message,” Jackie asks and I see she’s been doing well, mostly.

“I did get your messages, you said you needed me to help enforce the rules I put in for you,” I have to ask because it is a curious thing.

“Let me show you,” Jackie says as I step in and follow her.

The apartment looks good but a little messy, like she hasn’t cleaned in a day or two and usually Jackie is big on keeping things clean even when I’m not coming around to see how she’s doing. I see she has her work clothes on, I know she got a basic job waitressing food at a bar and grill which is good. I think so at least since she had no real job prospects and got it on her own without me helping. I am at the bedroom door and she shows me inside. There is a person… not sure the gender but it’s wearing a tank top and shorts laying face down on Jackie’s bed, I do make out some badly done platinum blonde hair around the ears matted from sweat. I look at Jackie and shrug; I don’t know what she’s asking. She closes the door so the sleeping thing doesn’t wake up.

“That’s Bobbie,” Jackie says it like I have intimate knowledge of people crashing out in her/our apartment.

“Good for Bobbie? Are we asking for a revision of the rules for your… friend,” I more ask about the word friend than the rules, my answer will mostly be no.

“No I’ve been trying to get Bobbie out of my place for two days and she just won’t leave,” I know the gender now,” I let her crash out after we were having a little fun… okay a little drinking but not here in the apartment and now she’s trying to live here.”

“And you expect me to come down here and be the bad Guy,” my joke so people should laugh.

“I need help and I can’t seem to get her to listen, now I have to get to work in like,” Jackie checks her watch,” twenty minutes and she’s still here, I can’t leave her here alone. I don’t know what she’ll do.”

“I am going to drive you to work first, then I am going to come back here and make sure, absolutely sure that she is taken care of and that the place is well taken care of for you,” I tell Jackie who wants to stop me at cleaning,” No arguing I am going to help but I require a hug first.”

I get a goofy smirk from Jackie and a hug, she’s nice people and more importantly she’s my nice person/friend. I drive her to work and make sure she’s early while getting a few looks at the car, I like my car and it gets attention and I am beginning to like attention too. More importantly I get back to the apartment and find myself a little disgusted with the state now that I know that this ‘Bobbie’ is freeloading on Jackie’s bed. I think about things for a moment then an idea, a wonderful awful idea comes to me and I smile.

You’re welcome.

I start cleaning, picking up trash and bagging it up. A little sweeping in the kitchen. I set up to run a load of dishes and then take out my bagged trash then I move to the bedroom. I can pretty much tell what is Jackie’s and what isn’t so I take care of Jackie’s clothes folding them and putting them away or hanging them up when needed in her closet before I figure out what all belongs to ‘Bobbie’ and begin to rummage through it like a raccoon in a dumpster outside a good restaurant. Dirty somewhat boyish clothes, some very not so boyish slut wear, normal dirty underwear, not dirty thong, some money, and a wallet. Odd that the money wasn’t in the wallet but Roberta Zaleski, is that Russian, doesn’t seem like the type to care about money if she doesn’t need to pay rent or buy food. I bag it all up in a black trash bag before I decide it’s clean up and start the bathroom shower. The bathroom door is through the bedroom which means I have a straight shot from the bed to the shower and the water is running loudly when I see Roberta begin to stir. I move quickly getting a pair of scissors, look like hair scissors, and wait with my back to the bed and finally I hear a voice. A raspy confused and very tired voice.

“What… what is going on? Who are you,” Bobbie asks and I smile, I can feel it boiling inside me.

“Roberta… Roberta…,” I’m calling in my sing song tone,” You’ve been a bad bad girl Roberta. You come into my home. You eat my food. You sleep in my bed and you don’t contribute.”

“Who the hell are you,” amazing choice of words from Roberta,” My name is Bobbie.”

“That isn’t what she called you when you were born, she called you Roberta and you were beautiful once,” I still haven’t turned around,” Now you are in my home and know Roberta that it is MINE.”

“This is Jackie’s apartment man and she’s gonna be home soon, you might want to get out of here,” Roberta informs me and I’m smiling, okay I’ve been smiling but it’s prey that hides behind others.

“No, she’ll be back after her shift. I drove her to work before coming back to what is mine and finding you still here. Your things are in the black bag, leave,” I tell Roberta looking over my shoulder,” Or you will be made clean.”

“What the hell are you on? You need to leave before I call Jackie and she calls the cops,” I can hear Roberta behind me now.

“Clean it is,” I state and now I’m done talking.

One quick turn and a hand out to grab Roberta by the blonde hair on her head on the side of her head and move her towards the shower, she struggles and I smell fear as I walk her into the shower. It takes about four seconds before she realizes that I’ve been running the shower on the coldest setting and that’s when the screaming begins so I put her face under the water.

“Time to clean the livestock, a clean animal is a happy animal,” I am singing and smiling as I make sure she is all wet.

Roberta doesn’t know what to do considering the shock and I shake her a little to make her more alert. I don’t repeat myself but I do get the scissors and start cutting down the front of her dirty tank top and pull it off to see what I’m working with. She’s thin, hasn’t had a lot of consistent meals but her skin isn’t riddles with sores or anything disgusting. I note her chest, small and unaccustomed to a bra so they are a little saggy but still young and round. I note she has not taken off her shorts.

“Forgetting something,” I ask and pull her face out of the water,” Don’t give me a reason to use the toilet to clean you instead of the shower.”

Roberta is cold, shaking but she strips out of her shorts and drops them outside of the tub and I release her hair and pick them up off the floor and place them in the sink so they don’t make a puddle on the floor. I can hear more water on the tub floor and not on skin.

“Stay in that water, use that bar of soap and clean yourself. When you believe you are done and clean then you will do it again. When you think that twice is enough you will do it AGAIN,” I order Roberta who doesn’t answer,” I will tell you when you are done.”

I stand and watch her clean herself, it’s not pleasant for me in the slightest since she’s not Jenna or Emily. I think of Sydney who has a little more meat than Roberta and Syd is thin, then I remember not going out last night and I’m angry again. NO! No rage now, not now this is not the place and time for it. I’ll deal with Sydney later, right now Roberta is scrubbing herself to keep warm and not make me snatch her by the hair and put her face in the water. It must take twenty minutes before I see clear water in the bottom of the tub and reaching in shut the water off. Now that I can get a good look at her she’s a little plain and very thin, nothing of worth and I smile before looking at her nude form.

“Take a blade and shave that,” I don’t break eye contact and she knows exactly what I’m talking about.

I step out of the bathroom and as soon am out of sight I hear her breathing, it’s ragged and shallow but I can’t tell if more for fear or cold. I can hear a razor blade across skin and some grunts as she shaves herself before I go looking through her things again. I pull out overalls and a blue t shirt and drop them in front of the bathroom door.

“Dress, pick up your things in the bag and meet me in the living room. Don’t make me wait,” I tell her walking away.

Less than two minutes and she went looking for panties, I know because I heard her search but she’s dressed and still a little damp from not drying off. Her bag is in one hand and she’s got a bit of a shiver. I walk around behind her and size up this female thing.

“What are you,” I ask and she is thinking.

“I don’t know,” I hear Roberta mumble and I lean in behind her.

“You were a parasite, you come in where you find a place to dig in and you made everything dirty. I cleaned my place, my place that I got for my friend Jackie and you soiled it with your rudeness and your leeching. Now I have cleaned it and I’ve cleaned you. Now you are nothing, do you understand,” I ask and she whimpers.

“I’ll leave,” she starts to move and I hiss.

Where will you go without me? Who will you find? What will you take from them? I can’t allow you to do this to another. No my little nothing, you trespassed in my world. I live in the pit where the cold wind blows and the beast screams in rage. Do you still feel the cold,” I ask and she shivers.

“Yes,” she’s quiet but she answers.

That is your first gift from me, I stripped that dirty filthy thing from you parasite and filled you with a cold wind. Now we will leave and I will remake you,” I tell Roberta stepping around in front of her,” Or you can leave and wander in the cold dark waiting for the beast to find you… and it will find you Roberta.”

I walk to the apartment door and open it, it’s not too warm outside but the sun is still up and I get out the door enough that Roberta can step out and I smile. She doesn’t run. I lock up Jackie’s apartment and walk to my car with Roberta following me quietly dragging her bag. I open the door for her and let her get in before closing my door gently after her. In the car and on the road towards home I’m quiet and thinking, a dangerous combination but a good one for me at least. I get home and park in the garage killing the engine as we sit quietly for a moment.

“You will meet those that are closest to me, those I value more than your whole existence. You will remember manners; you will treat them with the respect that is deserving for people who take care of those like Jackie. Do what I have said, understand,” my words are firm and I don’t threaten her.

Roberta nods a little, she’s shaky as we exit my car and I lead her into the house. It takes all of ten seconds for Mom to show up and she’s happy I’m safe but curious about Roberta. It doesn’t take me long.

“I’m going to help rebuild her, Jackie introduced us and she needs a lot of work,” I tell Mom and she gives me a thoughtful look.

“You are such a giver honey. Are you hungry,” Mom asks Roberta and I can smell the fear.

“Yes Ma’am, please ma’am,” I hear Roberta and smile inside; there is promise in this one.

I make sure Roberta is fed and her clothing is washed. Mom gets Bethany to give up some older clothes which is easy and then an interesting subject comes up.

“Will you be staying with us tonight Roberta,” Mom asks and Roberta who freezes.

“I think so, he said that he was going to help me,” Roberta is more asking me a question while answering my Mom.

“She’ll be staying in my room Mom,” I tell Mom and get a look,” It’s not like that, she’s had a bit of a rough time today and she was telling me that she felt safer with me around.”

“Guy you know how I feel about boys and girls in the same room,” Mom informs me and I nod.

“And if this were that you’d still love me and just smile because I’m not what I was and things are going to be better,” I use a bit of her words and get Mom to smile. 

“Alright but nothing funny understand and you have school tomorrow, Roberta will stay here and after school the three of us will work out something more permanent for her,” Mom states and I was going to ask later for assistance but this works too. 

A couple hours later the family is settled in our rooms and Roberta is in pajama pants and a clean pink t shirt looking around my room as I settle in on my bed and turn on the television. I sit and watch while Roberta is quietly standing not knowing where to go. I wait and after a short bit she comes over to the bed and sits on her knees next to me watching me, I give her a moment to form her question.

“I could say you hurt me today, I could tell them what you did,” Roberta comes out with the bravado first.

“You could but then where would you be,” I ask and she thinks,” See threats only work when they are able to be used.”

“You’re younger than me but you don’t act like it. What happened to you,” She asks and I smirk.

“I am the sum of my experiences and like all things I did not intend to be this but here I am and as such I will be what I was made,” I state with a happy resolve.

“What about me,” she asks and I look to her finally.

I see her face now, simple and a little plain but there was light there and the world took it. Now what do I do with this sad and simple little blonde female, not truly worth my time but her newness, naiveté if you will is going to be what puts everyone in their places as I close the noose and show everyone just how much pain I can share with them. Carlos should never have made the deal, nobody should have made the deal honestly but desires are so strong. Strong enough to make you believe that you’re the only one on the side of an unrequited love, strong enough to make you risk your most loyal ally in defense of someone who is your enemy for what is an enemy but someone who wants to see you in pain? But with Roberta, Sydney, Jenna, Emily and all the ones close but not blood they will learn what I am or can be.

I’m the one who takes you there, I’m the one who cares, I’m your only true friend now. I’m your hate when you want love, I’m the one who brought you here,” I sing it in a low tone for her to understand,” I’M THE TRUTH IN YOUR WORLD OF LIES, I’M YOUR EXCUSE AND ALIBI, LOOK INSIDE AND OPEN YOUR EYES…”

I see tears in her eyes, maybe she knows the song or maybe it just helped her see what I’ve done to her. She can’t cling to who she was when I need her to be something more useful to me.

“What do I do next,” Roberta asks and I point to the pillow.

“You sleep and tomorrow you will learn the geography of my life, then you will learn the battlefield that you will be walking. When you know those things you will serve me,” I say it but she nods in acceptance.

I wait till she’s asleep and think, I want them to hurt. I want their confusion but what must I do? Reveal, expose, force their hands? No, I think a little death will be good for Carlos. Yes, he needs to understand death the way I do.