2 comments/ 23454 views/ 3 favorites Cheating Ch. 01 By: Isabelle Jacqueline Through the thin red silk of her shirt Sarah could feel the warmth of his hand on her back gently against her back guiding her into the bedroom. Each step brought a tinge of excitement that distracted her from the pain in her heart, but could not completely eliminate it. No matter what she did the truth still echoed in her mind that Jake did not want her. Even the past five hours of drinking had been unable to take that pain away. She turned to look at the stranger's face. He was handsome in a different way than she was used to. Instead of the light stubble that caused Jake's skin to glow in the lamp light, the stranger's chin was outlined in a thin line of black along the jaw line. She reached up and ran her fingers along the trail of short dark hair. In response, he turned to look at her capturing her gaze in his brilliant blue eyes. As she looked, she felt as if she were diving deep into the ocean of lust that caused shivers to dance over her skin. In the back of her mind a voice spoke "Jake might not want me at least someone did." He brought his face down to hers shocking her as their mouths touched. She closed her eyes to the image and her mind slipped away to lips that were more familiar and a tongue that knew her inside and out. Through her parted lips the desire poured into her body taking hold of her senses. She swam in the scent of him as their tongues danced in the dark moistness of their mouths. She gently pulled away for a moment to gaze once more into Jake's green eyes and caught instead the blue gaze of the stranger. A shiver of foreboding slipped down into her stomach as she ran her hands up the hard muscles of his back and pulled him closer. This time as she closed her eyes, she let her body drive away the darkness instead of her mind. Driven by unthinking desire, she made a line of tiny biting kisses down the side of his neck to the top of his shoulder and felt his neck arch with the pleasure of the sensation. As she pulled her mouth from his body, he kissed down her neck sucking ever so gently with each moist movement of his lips until her skin tingled. She could feel the space between her thighs tingle for the promise of what was to come. The world began to swirl around her and she opened her eyes to find the ground. As she felt him move away to flip the switch, she moved over to the bed and sat down. Once again she felt this strange mixture of guilt and desire swimming in her belly. She wanted him to come over to her and drive away her thoughts with his lust, but he would not hurry things to fit into her schedule. As he moved towards her, she watched a pale sliver of light move across his chest. She ached to release him from his clothing to speed up this dance so that he could claim her as Jake had so many times before. She shivered with anticipation as he sat on the bed beside her. She closed her eyes to feel only the sensation of his fingers on her body. One hand cupped her neck as he kissed her in slow deliberate kisses down her neck while his other hand released button after button of her shirt. She gasped as his lips moved down the stretch of her chest to the swell of her breast. Her nipple tingled with the desire for his tongue and the warmth of his mouth, but instead he continued his downward trail of kisses over her stomach. He brought his lips back up to hers and her mind once again slipped away to another time and place. In her mind his fingers were transformed until it was Jake's hand that moved down her chest to cup her breast. Jake's mouth pressed against her nipple and teased until it was rock hard. She moaned slightly as Jake's hand crept down to the space between her legs. She gasped as his fingers brushed against her. Jake's mouth moved to her other breast and he lightly ran his tongue over her skin in an ever tightening spiral towards her nipple. She moaned slightly as his tongue danced back and forth over her hardening nipple. The heat between her legs grew until she felt the need burn within her. She looked at his chest with her fingertips as he raised his mouth to kiss her again. While he light began to brush is fingers on her inner thighs and up over the white cotton panties that covered her increasingly moist pussy, she reached down to unfasten his belt. Her fingers fumbled with the belt as he slipped his fingers inside her underwear. She began to pant in her desire and anticipation tearing his pants open and shoving them down over his hard cock. As his fingers began to massage her clit she bent down and slipped her mouth down over his cock until she could feel him pressing against the back of her throat. "Oh yeah." He sighed as she reached around with one hand to caress his balls while moving her mouth up and down in time to his caresses. He pulled his hand out of her panties and began pulling them down over her hips. She pulled back from his cock and ripped them down herself. As he stepped out of his pants he pressed her down against the bed. He took his cock in his hand and guided it into her waiting pussy. She moaned as he pressed into her reaching the deepest parts of her desire. He pulled away and began rubbing himself against her refusing her the pleasure she craved. As she let out a tiny cry of frustration, she could see in her mind's eye the subtle smile that played on Jake's lips as he teased her. She arched her back trying to force him back inside her, but he only laughed as he pressed her down against the bed. She could feel her body burning with need. "Please," she begged " please fuck me." She opened her mouth to say something more and he pressed himself deep inside her once more. A scream of pleasure escaped her lips as he pulled back and drove deep into her again. "You like that?" he asked as he pounded against her. With each movement she felt the waves of pleasure rise and escape her lips as louder and louder moans. Just as she was on the brink of climaxing he stopped for a brief moment. "No." she cried. "No." She pressed herself against him driving him into her, writhing her body around his cock. He laughed as she struggled for release. Finally she could stand it no longer. She pushed him off of her and threw him down on the bed. She pressed his arms down against the mattress as she climbed on top of him. She lowered herself down on top of him and began grinding against him. Each movement pulled him slightly out of her and pressed him back in. "Yeah" he said as her body danced on top of him. She felt his legs tighten beneath her as her body began to glisten with sweat, but she didn't care. Faster and faster she moved against him grunting and screaming with every movement. Still, she drove harder and harder towards that moment of perfect ecstasy not even noticing when his moans began to match her own. With one loud cry she felt herself fall over the edge unaware that his cum shot into her waiting body. He held her there without movement for one long moment before slowly pulling himself out and laying back on the sheets to cool off. Without ever opening her eyes, she curled him around her like a blanket and fell asleep. In that dream Jake wrapped his arms around her and loved her once more. Dawn brought reality and chased away the dreams. She awoke in a strange place unaware for a few moments that she lived there. She turned over to find a dark haired stranger tangled in the sheets that were marked with the evidence of their sex. In a rush it came back. Jake had left her to go back with his girlfriend, Jane, the same girl he had cheated on to be with Sarah. He claimed he didn't know how much he had loved his ex until he saw her with another man. She rolled over in the bed seething with anger as she thought about everything that had happened. She felt the stranger stir in the bed beside her. She felt his weight lift off the bed as he mumbled, "I have to get going. I'll ... uh... see you around." She didn't bother to look at him. She knew what she had gotten into and didn't want any more entanglements than he did. She listened to him open the door and shut it behind him. As the click signaled his departure, she rose donning her white terrycloth robe. There was a sense of relief as she closed the closet door and moved to the bathroom to pull back her hair. After things ended with Jake, she realized that the loneliness also brought a strange sense of peace. Everything in the new place seemed strange and at the same time familiar although living out of boxes was quickly getting old. She moved back into the spare bedroom where the mound of boxes sat and began to sort the contents into piles: one pile for the bedroom, one for trash, one for the kitchen, one for the spare room and one pile of stuff she was not sure what to do with. Time slipped past her as the piles grew bigger until she found a box that was unfamiliar. She looked at the black VCR tapes with a strange sense of mystery. "Did these belong to Jake?" she wondered as she turned one tape over in her hands puzzling over the contents. She didn't remember Jake being into movies, but she recalled periodically seeing a tape out on the counter that was quickly cleaned away. It never occurred to here that there might be a box of them. Without another thought she took it into the living room and popped it into the VCR. The stranger's skin immediately came into view glistening in black and white. Confusion washed over until she saw Jake's form slip into the frozen vision of time. She stared at the time and date stamp in the lower right corner before the all the pieces slipped together in her mind. It coincided with her last trip home, the trip where Jake was finally going to see her family for the first time. As the memory of his voice sank into her mind, a sickness swirled in the pit of her stomach. He had sounded so pathetic that she had brought him back a present to make up for having to work instead of going to the beach. The rounded edging of the black lace negligee stood out in contrast to the pale swell of the strange woman's breast before her. The woman let out a breathy sigh as Jake's dark hand traced the edge of the clothing on her skin. The woman's eyes closed as his fingers eased beneath the fabric and slipped it from her shoulder. She felt the acid in her stomach turn as she watched him bend his head down to kiss the bare skin he had just revealed. Sarah closed her eyes. It was hard enough to know that he was gone, but to also know that he had been with another woman at the same time hurt more than she could believe. She opened her eyes briefly to see his head slip down over the stranger's body. Deep down in the increasing pit in her stomach, she though "I should have known. He cheated on Jane with me. Why should I think I was any different?" He slipped his fingers down over her breasts and teased her nipples in time to some unknown music, eliciting an off-color moan of the strange woman. She watched his fingers travel down between the woman's thighs and sink into the intimate places of pleasure. Sarah mind stepped into a fire of self recrimination. "I thought he loved me, but he is not the kind of person who loves anyone but himself." Her skin grew hot with anger that tingled like tiny sparks spreading through her and driving away all sense. "Damn him." She stepped up and turned the tape off. Every fiber of her bring was alive and there was nothing to relieve the tension. She paid no attention to the feel of the floor under her feet as she stamped into the kitchen. She just needed something, anything to break. She started with a chipped cup she had planned on throwing out, but it gave her no relief as it shattered against the far wall and fell into a hundred sharp splinters. The drinking glass was no better as it turned into a pile of refuse on the floor. "Bastard." She said out loud to no one in particular. "Fucking bastard." She stormed around her house with this feeling eating at her unable to focus on unpacking and unable to settle down to anything else. Finally she gave up on logical solutions. She knew of one sure fire way to get rid of the energy. She lay back on her bed and pressed her fingers down between her legs. Each movement gained renewed intensity from the anger inside her until she rubbed her fist into cunt with an intensity she had never done before. She could feel the moisture drip over her fingers and down onto the terrycloth of the robe, but could not stop. The two emotions mingled together to drive the waves of her passion higher than she had ever known. As the dizziness of post orgasm filled her, she felt a strange calm. She gathered herself and moved back to the room with the tapes. This time it didn't bother her to look at the piles of Jake's indiscretions. She ran her fingers through the box of tapes wondering "Who were these women? How many were there? When did it start?" One by one she popped them into the VCR and watched for 5 minutes. After catching the stamp in the corner, she would lay it out on the floor in chronological order with the rest. She looked down to survey his 10 years of cheating and bitterly laughed her herself "What a fool I was to think he could be faithful to me!" As she took stock of it all, strange thoughts began to form in her mind. She should send them to him in care of his girlfriend. Would that woman want him back when she realized he had never been faithful? She thought about posting them on the internet and charging money. Though she could have spent all day amusedly running through these kinds of thoughts, one idea began to fill her more and more until she could not shake it from her, blackmail. She tried to convince herself that it was about him paying his dues or getting what was coming to him, but she knew in the back of her mind what the truth was. She needed it. She wanted it and the idea filled her with a strange mixture of excitement and fear. As she picked up the phone, her mind shouted a thousand objections. "He would not agree. He would find some way to get her in trouble for the things she would make him do." She could not stop herself. As the phone began to run her stomach filled with butterflies more intense than the first time she had kissed someone. Her skin tingled with anticipation and she was shaking by the time he answered the phone. "What do you want Sarah?" he said in a slightly annoyed voice. She bit back the urge to begin yelling at him. He had no right to talk to her that way. It wasn't as if she had called him 50 times since the break up. "I just want to talk." As she said the words, a shiver of excitement ran down her spine. She couldn't wait to hear his reaction when the truth came out. She only wished she could see it in person. His voice sounded annoyed as he spoke. "I told you we were through. I want to work things out with Jane." Sarah took a deep breath to steady her voice. It wasn't time just yet to let the cat out of the bag. She wanted just a few more minutes of anticipation, before she got her way. "I just called because I accidentally took some of your things." "Just send it by my place." He sighed sounding tired. "OK. If you really want me to send the videos of you cheating on your girlfriend to your new place, I can do that." She waited for a moment anticipating some sort of response and was slightly disappointed when the end of the line sounded dead. "Jake? Are you still there?" "Yes" he replied with a voice that was tight and sharp. "Ok" she said lightly. "If you'll just give me the address..." "You know I can't do that. Now what do you want?!" he demanded. "I'll meet you at your office after work and we can discuss it then." She hung up the phone before he could respond. Her heart was racing a thousand miles a minute. She could feel her breath coming out in short gasps gently moving past her lips. Her body was filled with so much energy that she wanted to run or hit something or scream at the top of her lungs, but instead she tried to be calm as she checked the clock beside her. There were five hours, just five hours in which to plan what to do. Her hands trembled at first as she tried out scenarios in her mind. She thought about video taping him begging for her to give him the tapes and play it for her friends while they laughed, but the problem was that he would not know about his humiliation. She considered asking him to go to the store and buy a bunch of feminine hygiene products, but that just seemed too easy. Finally she realized that she would have to get ready to go out in the world if anything was going to happen. While she pondered how to hurt his pride, she turned on the water in her shower until the steam billowed out of the bathroom. As she slipped the robe from her naked body, the moist air enveloped her body and pulled her towards the shower. She reached up and pulled the rubber band from her hair and shook her hear to toss the silken strands across her shoulders as she opened the curtain to step into hot liquid. Although the liquid heat lifted the dirt from her body, it did not remove the strange feeling building inside her. Instead it lit a fire of inspiration that became more elaborate as she ran her soapy hands over arms and down over her breasts. As she dressed herself in white suds, the plan became more and more complete. The water stole away the soap leaving her skin clean and her mind clear for the day ahead. With one swift motion she turned the wafer off and parted the curtain. The chill air covered her in goose bumps bringing a smile to her lips. "I'll have to drop by the store before I get there." She thought as she reached over the get the soft plush towel from the rack. "Should I get something for him to wear?" she wondered as she closed her eyes to feel the pleasure of the velvety cloth moved from her hair to her back. "or would it be better to use what he had on him?" she lined each hand with the material and ran it under and over her breasts before running them down over her stomach. "I could write on him with permanent marker." She dried off one leg then the next. "but that might get him in trouble too soon." She rapped the towel around her then ran her fingers through her hair. "It's probably best if I keep it simple." A smile slowly spread across her face as she walked into the other room to get dressed. "There are so many tapes... I can have more fun later." Her mind was a million miles away as she got dressed so that she didn't notice how severe the black pants and jacket looked on her. She didn't think about how her stiletto heels added to the domineering look of her outfit because her mind was too filled with thoughts of how to make him feel humiliated for what he had done. While she finished styling her hair, she was too distracted to notice the way the part of her red shirt revealed just the smallest hint of the curve of her breasts. It was too automatic for her to pick the matching lipstick that once left imprints of her mouth on his cock. She never thought about how the color accented the full lips that had once tasted the salt from every inch of his body. All that filled her was the way she imagined things playing out. She put on her coat and walked to the door. As she sank down to the ground floor in the elevator, she imagined how his protests would sound. The doors opened as she pondered whether he would whine or beg or demand another resolution. She was too wound up in imagining how the beads of sweat would run down his face to notice the way men would turn around to look at her walk down the street. As she shopped for the things she needed, she wondered what it would be like to watch his hair dampen with anxiety. By the time she reached his office she had heard his pleas echo a thousand times in her mind. He had submitted over and over before her in so many ways that it seemed unreal that he was still arrogant when she arrived. Cheating Ch. 01 My boo, J, had left to go see his moms in Atlanta, and I was horny as fuck. We had fucked the morning before he left, but I couldn't wait for him to come back. I needed some dick ASAP. His roommate, Derrick, was at their crib watching videos when I stopped by. "Aw, wassup, Lance?" "Sup, D?" "Shit, chilling. Did you leave something behind over here when J left?" "Now. I just dropped by to see what was up with you." "Why is that? I mean, we're cool, but you've never stopped by here to see me before." "Well, you did promise J to have my back while he was gone, right?" "Yeah. What, you need something?" "I sure do. Some dick." "What?" "I need some dick. My man's not here, so I thought that you could help me out with that." "Lance, come on, man. I can't fuck you. You're going with my boy." "You boy's not here, and I need this. You're his best friend, and you need to help me with whatever I need. He doesn't have to know." I noticed that Derrick was getting aroused by the way that I was coming onto him. The bulge in his sweat pants was proof of that. Ever since I started dating J, there has always been this part of me that wanted to fuck his best friend. Call me what you want, but I was getting that dick today. I walked up to Derrick and grabbed hold onto that dick of his. Damn, it had to be at least a good 10 inches. I looked in his mocha brown eyes and kissed him. He resisted at first, but soon, I had him. We pawed each other as we made it back to the couch. I yanked his sweat pants off, and to my surprise, he wasn't wearing any underwear. Not long after, we were both butt ass naked on the couch. I went down and deep throated his milk chocolate colored dick. It throbbed in my mouth, which made my fast ass wetter. The way his huge dick head massaged my tonsils had me addicted. Derrick lifted off the couch and began to fuck my face. My mouth watered as his golf ball sized balls hit my chin with a vengeance. "Flip over so I can eat that ass, nigga." I got on my back and let Derrick sink his thick shaft back down my throat. Slob was coming out of my mouth and dripping down my face. He pulled my legs back and dove into my moist hole. My legs shook violently as he went in for the kill. God, this shit felt good, and what made it even hotter was that we weren't supposed to be doing it. D gave my ass one last lick, then propped me on the couch in the doggy style position. There were no condoms, and I didn't give a fuck. I just needed to have that big dick deep in me. He lined his dick up to my hole and drove it in. I felt his dick head hit my prostate. I was in heaven. He long dicked me, then got faster. Soon, my eyes were rolling in the back of my head as he fucked me harder with each thrust. My ass slapped against his thighs, which echoed throughout the living room. "Get your ass on your back, bitch!" Oh, shit! He was calling me bitches, dirty talking me, and I loved it! J never said shit like this. I did as I was told and got on my back and spread my legs. D then sunk back in me and plowed my ass in. He has my booty making wet sopping noises as he hit bottom each time. I dug my nails into his back as I felt a tingle sensation in my balls. Nut shot from my dick onto my chest without touching myself. My ass gripped Derrick's dick, which caused him to shoot 8 times into me. The feeling on his hot cream caused me to have an anal orgasm. This was the best sex that I had ever had, "Damn, yo, that shit was hot!" "Hell, yeah, it was. We got to do this shit again before J comes back. We might not have another chance again." "And that's real talk, nigga. Get your ass up so I can dick that ass down some more." It was wrong to do, but I didn't give a fuck. I loved dick, and got it from whoever I could, at any time. Cheating Ch. 01 "I don't have time for this. Just tell me how much you want and I'll give you a check." She could hear the distain in his voice as she saw the unease in his posture. She smiled a lazy smile before she spoke. "Can we discuss this in your office?" "no." He stated with authority. "We can take care of it right here." She waited silently looking at the last few people picking up their things to go. "You are sure that you want these people to know why I am here?" she said taunting him. As a response, he turned around and stormed back to his office. After she slipped inside, he slammed the door behind her. She sat in the soft seat in front of the desk and crossed her hands in her lap before speaking. "Lets talk about the terms." "What terms?!" he demanded. "You are going to give me what is mine and then you will leave me alone." She could see his face flush slightly as his anger grew. Instead of being afraid, it made her blood rush with excitement. People had seen her come into his office. The cleaning lady would be through in a few hours so things couldn't get too ugly. She had her phone set up to instantly dial 911 if things actually got violent. This was the first time that she felt completely safe. It made no sense, but the moderated danger was exhilarating. "Oh no." she replied "You aren't getting off that easy." She smiled and ran her eyes down over his body and back up again. "What are you going to do? You and I are alone here. I can do anything that I want." He took a step menacingly towards her. "You do and I will guarantee to ruin your life. I have a friend who will mail the tapes to your house. I can get the security guards to testify that I came here because you asked me to. Only you and I know why I am here. It will be your word against mine and I have set things up so to support my side of the story." He took a step back and looked away as she continued. "So lets agree on a few things to make this easier on us both. You will do everything that I say and nothing gets out. Every time you follow my instructions, you will get back one of your precious tapes. You refuse or tell anyone and it all comes out and I mean everything from the tapes to how you cheated on June with me." She watched his shoulders slump as he stared down into the street below. "But if I do everything, nothing gets out, right?" he turned to look at her and she could see the touch of fear in his eyes. "yes." "nothing illegal?" "nothing that will get you in trouble." "nothing that will hurt me." "nothing that Jane should be able to detect." "I won't kill anyone or steal anything or do anything like that." She laughed. "I will not ask you to. You should know that much about me. I will not go against my own morals." He sighed and looked at the floor for a minute before looking back at her. "What do you want me to do?" "You can start by taking off your clothes." "I'm not going to have sex with you." "Oh come on! It's not like you haven't cheated on Jane before." "This does not make me want you back." "I don't care." "Domineering women are not attractive to me. You know that." "Shut up and take your clothes off." She watched his hands move to the front of his jacket and unbutton the buttons before sliding the gray material from his shoulders. She could see the faint outline of his chest pressing against his clean pressed shirt. He turned to place the jacket on the chair. "Put the jacket over here." She said as she pointed to the chair next to her. He picked it up and placed it next to her. As he moved away she could smell the faint scent of his cologne waft over to her. She closed her eyes for a moment and remembered the way that scent used to awaken the butterflies in her stomach. When she opened her eyes, he was looking at her curiously. "I didn't say you could stop." she demanded snapping her fingers. He looked away and unfastened the buttons on the front of his shirt then released the fastenings at the end of each sleeve. He pulled the material from his body to reveal his undershirt and placed it on the chair. With one motion he pulled the thin cloth undershirt from his body. She looked at the curve of his chest muscles that held his tight firm nipples. She remembered what it was like to run her fingers through the thin hair on his chest before moving down to his stomach. She longed to see if her fingers would still make his breath catch as them moved down just past the waist of his pants, but held onto her desire. He slipped the shoes from his feet and tossed them to the right of the pile before continuing. As he loosened the buckle of his pants she grew moist remembering the way his cock used to taste in her mouth: a mixture of musky sweetness that would slide down her throat like candy. She looked him in the eye and knew that her desire was evident. He smiled knowing that she wanted him and it ignited a fierce fire inside her. Suddenly she no longer wanted to feel his cock filling her with ecstasy, she wanted him to hurt. A shot of electricity flowed through her body as her eyes became instantly hard and sharp. She knew he could see the change as the smile faded from his face. His hands stopped moving. "Did I say to stop?" she demanded with a harshness she didn't know she possessed. The bitterness filled her with an energy she didn't know that she possessed intensifying her desire. She wanted to fuck someone in front of him and make him watch. She wanted him to want her and suffer as she did. She wanted him to give up everything, but she knew that none of these things would happen. He moved his pants down and stepped out of them. He tossed them to the pile before lifting his feet one by one and slipping the socks from them. He stood before her dressed in the boxers she had bought for him months before. Beneath the opening she could see his hard cock press against the material straining to get out. Once again her mind twisted the past and the present together. So many times she had eagerly released him from the confinements of his clothing to place them in the warm moist confinements of her body, but now he wore her gifts to please another woman. "Finish." She demanded with one word. He hesitated for a moment before complying. She watched the elastic band move down revealing the way the hair on his stomach grew to the thick curly mass that wrapped around the base of his cock. He continued moving the boxers lower and his hard cock sprang out pointing towards her. She could see the glisten of his pre-cum wetting the tip. A few months ago she would have knelt down and licked the nectar from him while his hands entwined in her hair urging her mouth to do more. Now she turned away and tossed a small plastic sack at him. "Put this on." She said before turning back to him. She could see the confusion in his eyes. She knew he had assumed she would be having sex with him, but this was something different. She watched him open the bag and pull out a pair of white briefs that were similar to the ones she had made him throw away when they first got together. "What?" he asked in confusion. "You heard me. Put them on." He hesitated for a moment. As he lifted his foot to put one leg through the hole, she reached forward and picked up the pile of clothes and moved them beside the door. He tried to regain his balance, but was tied up in the now unfamiliar clothing. "What are you doing?" "finish putting them on?" "but?" "Did I tell you to question me?" He began moving again until he was enveloped again in white cotton. "Sit in your chair." He sat down and she turned the chair to face the window. From her pocket she pulled a silk cord and loosely bound his hands. "I don't like this." He said. "hush." She demanded. She took two steps back and admired her work. For one long moment she calculated how long it would take him to untie the knots. After a minute, she laid a video tape on the desk and turned away from him. In one motion she picked up her things, all of his clothes, opened the door and shut it behind her. As she moved away, she could hear his voice from behind the door. "Sarah, come back. You can't do this. Sarah." She heard him struggle with the cords and quickened her pace. It should take him approximately 2 minutes to untie himself and by that time she would be out the front door. That left him the rest of the night to get out of his office and home dressed only in "tighty whities." She pressed the button 5 times as the seconds ticked by. Her heart raced as she thought "Why won't this elevator get here?" She heard commotion from the offices she left as the bell finally sounded. Finally the doors slid open and she stepped inside. She pressed the button and looked up to see Jake running down the hall towards her while the doors closed. In the enclosed metal box she began to laugh. The elevator was faster than the stairs. She would be halfway down the block before he could get out of the building assuming he was willing to chase after her dressed only in underwear. As she walked down the street nothing could break her good mood. She skipped as she remembered the panic on his face while he ran towards her. She felt the weight of his clothes in her hands and smiled. Even the pleas of the night-time homeless could not bring her down. A ragged man fell in step besides her "You look happy." He said. She turned to look at him noting his long unkempt hair and beard. She glanced at his torn and dirty clothes held together with safety pins and smiled. "Here." She said placing Jake's clothes in the man's arms. "You need these more than I do." With even more lightness in her step she skipped home humming a tune of her own creation. Cheating Ch. 02 The next morning as she woke it hit her all in one wave. She had blackmailed Jake and made him strip in his office. She gave his clothes to a homeless man. A mixture of fear, excitement and shame filled her. It felt good, but somehow wrong. She had always been the "good" girl making everyone else happy and now she had gone out of her way to hurt him. A part of her wondered "what kind of person does that make me?" while another part of her still felt exhilarated with the danger of it all. Her emotions swayed between giddiness and shame. One moment she would be laughing about the look on his face as he raced down the hall towards her. In the next moment she would feel a wave of revulsion as she remembered the intensity of the anger and hatred she felt when she recognized the boxers he had worn. Occasionally it would hit her how dangerous it had been to openly threaten him while she was alone in his office. On some level she realized he could have beaten her, but deep down she felt he didn't have it in him to physically hurt a woman. Finally she realized she had to talk about it to someone, anyone. She picked up her phone and scrolled through the numbers. She couldn't call her friends. They had been telling her for weeks that she had to let go and would never understand the emotions swirling inside her. How could she explain to them how something so strange could fill her with such exhilaration? They would make her stop and say it was bad for her health. She knew they would tell her that this could lead to nothing good, but deep down she didn't want it to stop. She wanted it to happen again. She wanted him on his knees before her hanging on her every word doing her every whim no matter how strange or inconsiderate. She couldn't call her family. Where would she start? The little they knew about Jake made them happy when things had ended. Her therapist would say it was simply self destructive behavior or "back-sliding." She certainly couldn't tell any of the guys she had thought about dating. It left one number to call and that number led directly back to Jake. She read the clock and wondered how it could be so early. Was 9:22 to early to call him? As the phone rang, she could feel the anxiety and desire flood over her. Some part of her desperately hoped he would not answer, while her blood raced with excitement. The phone clicked and she hear his voice echo across the line. "hello." Her heart stopped and her mind went blank for one long moment as he repeated himself. "hello?" "This is Sarah." "One moment." She heard rustling and listened as his footsteps sounded from the other side of the phone. A door closed and his steps grew louder before his voice came through the phone. "That was not a very nice thing to do to me last night." Her heart beat slightly faster and she could feel her hands grow moist with sweat. There was something different in his voice something she could not decipher, something she had never heard before. It puzzled her and caught her off-guard. There were so many things she had been thinking and so many things she wanted to talk about but she found that now she could not bring any of them up. Instead she replied "You haven't been so nice yourself." "I suppose that is true." Took a deep breath to calm herself down. It was like he was toying with her, playing some game she did nor understand. She waited for the anger to weave its way across the phone lines but nothing came, just silence. "So what did you want." He finally said. The strangeness from his voice was gone and the words now sounded flat and harsh. Her mind flooded with things to say. She wanted to say that she didn't want him to hate her. She wanted things to go back to the way they were, but she could not form those words. Her mouth moved and she tried to keep her voice from shaking as she spoke. "I want you to meet me at the corner of 5th and Baker at 5pm." As she hung up the phone, her body tingled. She could feel the moisture between her legs and smell her desire in the air. She slipped her hand down beneath her skirt and up until she could feel the wet panties beneath her fingertips. She closed her eyes and gently brushed against her swollen clit. She wondered how she could feel so excited when she had been so confused just moments before. As she gasped at the electric feeling of it, she moved her hand to do it again. With each movement rushes of desire ran up her spine until her head began to spin with the sensation. When she could stand it no longer she pressed her fingers inside and began moving them in a circle while her thumb rubbed her clit. She was so aware of the pleasure she stopped noticing the moans escaping her lips or the way her body moved to press harder into her hand. All she noticed was the building pleasure that drive her to move faster and faster towards that moment of release. When it came she cried out. It was hard for her to concentrate as the hours passed. Her emotions ran a twisted path between anger, vindictiveness, insecurity, longing and anticipation. She was confused and unsure how to feel, but her body understood. As the time ticked away at the clock she could smell the scent of her moisture rise up from between her legs. She had taken the day off work to unpack, but everything she touched seemed was suddenly imbued with such intensity that she longed to keep it in her hands. She wanted to caress the knick-knacks and feel the subtle texture beneath her fingertips. She longed to rub the clothes across her skin just to feel the texture. The soft strands of her hair that escaped her ponytail to lightly touch her back sent shivers down her spine. Through it all, she looked at the clock every five minutes to watch time's progress. At 3pm she could wait no longer. She pulled the clothes from her body and stepped into the closet to pick just the right outfit. She emerged dressed only in a short cotton skirt, high heels, and a thin shirt. As her nipples brushed against the cloth she could feel the electricity of it wakening up her skin. She felt the moisture of her bare pussy drip slightly and moisten her thigh. It did not stop her. She gathered her bag and one of the video tapes and headed towards the door. She felt the heat of the bodies around her as she reached the street. Even in the middle of the day the city was filled with people. The scent of the bodies and their closeness was intoxicating. She wondered how many could tell by the bounce in her breasts that she was not wearing a bra. She smiled as she wondered whether any of them longed to gently lift her skirt to see if she was wearing anything at all. Every once in a while she caught a woman's eye and wondered if they both shared a secret neither of them would tell. As she made her way to the designated spot, she began more and more to 'accidentally' miss-step so that a strangers arm would brush against her breast or a misplaced hand would catch on the edge of her skirt. Each touch was electric. Each movement filled her with a greater sense of anticipation. When she finally reached her destination, her body quivered with anticipation. She moved to the entrance of the alley and once again noticed the moisture built up between her legs. She tried to distract herself by watching the crowd of people walking by for Jake's familiar form, but even the feel of the black plastic of the video tape in her hand was not enough to stop the flashes of excitement that ran over her body as the wind slipped through her cotton skirt to run over her moist pussy. It took all her effort to avoid slipping her fingers up her thigh to the bare moist skin and caressing the swollen hungry flesh, but she knew it would be worth it. She just had to wait. When she recognized his nervous movements in the crowd, she felt the pleasure of her smile spread over her body. She could tell from the way he scanned the crowd that he wanted this interaction over with as soon as possible, and it made her smile more. He was always the one who insisted that things had to be on his terms, but this time things were different. She knew that she was in control and longed for the moment when he realized it as well. As their eyes met, she could see the distain before he looked away. Before he had finished fighting his way though the people, he had his wallet out. She smiled at his audacity. "He always thinks he can buy his way out of everything". "This has to end. I don't care about our agreement. How much do you want Sarah?" there was a strange note of desperation in his voice that was not there the night before. It bothered her to see some measure of weakness in his character. Something had happened that really got to him but she could not tell what it was. "Lets have this discussion around the corner." She replied gesturing to the alley nearby. He hesitated and she could not tell if he didn't like the dirtiness of the alley or was reluctant to be alone with her once more. She watched him glance back to the people walking by as through that could give him reassurance. "Fine." She could feel her skin shiver with anticipation and tried not to let the smile show on her face. "Get down on your knees." "Don't make me do this. I'll give you the money. You don't need to make me beg." There was something about his voice a subtle pleading behind the words that she did not understand. She knew he hated dirt. She knew he hated submission, but this was something beyond that. "Get on your knees." He hesitated and she began to walk out of the alley. He grabbed her arm as she moved by him. She could feel his fingers press into her flesh as she turned to look at him. She could see the mixture of anger and fear in his eyes. "Don't" "Get on your knees." He moved before her and began to sink down. She rested her hand on his shoulder and pressed him down until the knees of his slacks touched the dark dirt of the pavement. As he looked up at her, she lifted her skirt revealing her bare pussy inches before his face. He started to move up but her hand held him down providing just enough resistance to keep him on his knees. "Now start licking." "You've got to be kidding." She tucked the edge of the skirt into the waistband and moved her hand to the back of his head gently pressing him closer. "Start licking." She repeated more forcefully this time. "You know I don't like this." He replied as a plea. His eyes darted out to the strangers walking by who could have had full view of their actions if they had turned their eyes at the right moment. She smiled. They both knew the way people acted in civilized cities. No one looked into alleys unless they wanted to see something bad. She knew no one would see and she didn't really care if they did. She increased the pressure on the back of his head forcing him forward until she felt the heat of his breath moving the short hairs of her pussy. She felt the resistance increase beneath her hands. "Start licking" she said this time as a demand that held no room for argument. She felt the electricity of the power rush through her as she pressed him closer feeling the edge of his tongue brush against her swollen lips. Tentatively he began to run his tongue over the edge of her lips gently probing the folds of skin where deeper pleasure lay. As his tongue brushed against her clit for the first time she let out a tiny moan pressing him in harder. She felt his tongue begin to flick more forcefully over her clit then moved down deeper. As he entered her with his tongue she moaned again and leaned into the brick wall. In the back of her mind she could feel the rough brick press into her skin, but the sensation was quickly forgotten as she felt his hands reach up her skirt. He grasped one cheek of her ass in each hand as his tongue moved up in one long stroke and flicked across her clit. Her back arched in response and he began flicking his tongue across her clit. As she closed her eyes, her body seemed to develop a mind of its own. She twisted and writhed in response as his tongue teased her. It wasn't until he pressed his fingers inside her that she realized he had released is grip on her ass. Each movement of his finger brought a wave of more intense pleasure while his tongue continued to tease her clit. She didn't know when she stopped moaning and started screaming. She didn't know when her fingers moved away from his head to press against the brick wall for support. She only knew when the waves of pleasure peaked that he held her up so she wouldn't fall over. As he spoke he had to say the words twice before they registered. "Are you ok?" Though she tried through the fog of her brain to answer no words came out just an incoherent stream of sounds as she nodded her head. She lost her balance again as she tried to shift her weight and he steadied her against the wall. She looked at him and could not recognize the look in his eyes. He waited until the fog of pleasure lifted. When her eyes cleared, she looked him over. She was surprised that his face still glistened with her juices. He was usually so intent on cleaning himself after sex. She glanced down and noticed two spots of white from her cum on his shirt and vaguely wondered how he would get them out. As she scanned down, she noticed the bulge in his pants and the dirt on his knees. Some part of her wondered " How had he gotten excited by this? She had made him do everything he hated. Perhaps it was just the knowledge that this was finally over." What bothered her is that some part of her was thrilled to know that he was. She reached clumsily into her bag and retrieved the video tape and placed it in his hands. She could not decipher the look in his eyes as he paused on the verge of speaking. She didn't want to figure it out. "Go home." She said with distain. "I'll call you in 3 days to arrange the exchange of the next tape." She watched him hesitate for one more moment almost saying something before he turned to go. As she straightened her skirt she watched him walk from the alley. She could feel his anger and frustration as he stopped and threw the tape as hard as he could into the dumpster. After he left she was once again flooded with emotions. The anger, the excitement, the pleasure and the power were all so new to her. She had never gotten off like that before and it filled her with confusion. "Is this it?" she wondered. "Is this the kind of person I have become? Is this the kind of person that I have been all along." She stared out the alley and watched the people walk by wondering "what would they think of me if they knew?" She expected to be shocked and horrified by this question, but deep down she could feel a sense of satisfaction that she had never known before. As she walked home, it was like the world was a different place. Every movement of every person held some secret that only she knew. The woman looking at the butcher was sharing a knowing look about the sex they had just had. The grocery store clerk was mentally undressing the mother who was at the checkout stand. The old man was plotting how to get the old woman across the street to have sex with him. She began to wonder "Is everything really about sex? That cannot be so. There must be something wrong with me." As this thought occurred to her she spiraled down into a pool of guilt and self recrimination. The next morning she woke with a feeling of happiness and satisfaction that she had never experienced before. For one moment she wondered what it was that had put her in such a good mood. As she looked at the stack of tapes in the living room a secret smile drifted across her face. "If this is the kind of person I am," she thought. " maybe I should just give into it." She picked up the paper to look for something she could do. What would the next tape be? A trip to the store in women's clothing? No someone he knew would see him and that broke the bargain. A tattoo of a man's penis on his chest? No Jane was sure to notice that and Sarah had no intention of getting him to leave his little darling. Her that would spoil all the fun. She poured herself a cup of coffee and smelled the dark rich flavor that wafted up from her cup. Although she had smelt this before, somehow it seemed richer and more intense than before. It was as though she had been walking through her life asleep until this moment. She reached for the free weekly alternative paper that her friends had dropped by her house the night before while she was out. As she flipped through the pages, so many ideas filled her mind: making him respond to one of the personal adds that he had always ridiculed, amateur night at the all male strip club, and the city wide orgy. As she imagined each scenario, her body began to tingle with excitement. Deep down she knew that no mater what she chose, she was going to give him a night he was not going to forget. Cheating Ch. 02 Part 2 (Derrick's Point Of View)... Fucking my roommate's boyfriend, Lance, was some hot shit. J is my boy, but I didn't really feel any remorse for what I did. What can I say? I'm a dog. I knew that bitch, Lance, was a hoe from the beginning. I have a high sex drive, so it really didn't matter who I fucked, as long as I fucked. One of my many fantasies is to flip a top, mainly J. Turning my boy into a buss-down would be beyond hot! One night, me & J was chillin in the living room when the AC broke down. "Ain't this a bitch?! The AC would fuck up on one of the hottest nights this month. Damn!" "I know, right? I would go by Lance's but he's visiting his Moms in Charlotte." "I guess we're just gonna have to find a way to cool off." I took my shirt off, catching J's eye. I guess that he didn't realize that I been working out more lately. "I see you been doing more crunches & shit. Trying to get all cut up." "Ain't no trying. You see these pecs?" "You still can't do shit. I remember how you used to get pinned with the quickness during our wrestling classes in high school." "So, you think that you can take me down?" "Think? I know that I can, D." "Aight, J. Put your money where your mouth is. Let's make a little bet. We gone wrestle, and whoever loses, gotta give up some ass." J's eyes got big as hell. He couldn't believe what I was saying. "What, nigga? You've lost your fucking mind, yo! You know damn well that I ain't no bottom. Besides, I got a nigga and we boys. I ain't trying to go there with you, man." "Just as I thought. Youse a pussy." "What?" "You're scared that I will end up tapping that ass." "Whatever, dude." "Yeah, whatever. Pussy." I purposely provoked J so that he would take the bait. Before I knew it, that nigga lounged at me with the quickness! We fell from the couch and hit the floor. For about 20 minutes, we tussled back & forth until I finally got that nigga pinned to the floor. "What now, nigga? You was talking mad shit before. What you got to say now?" I felt J's dick getting hard while I had him pinned. With my free hand, I yanked his basketball shorts down. Damn, his ass was so plump & juicy. He tried to fight me off, but stopped once I started grinding my dick on his fat booty. "Don't fight it, J. You know you want this dick. Quit bullshitting." I kissed his neck, causing him to moan deep. He started backing his ass up on my fat 10.5 inches of brick. I continued to suck the back of his neck as I eased my boxers & jogging pants off. Soon, we were asshole naked on the floor. J turned and looked me in my eyes. We started tonguing each other down like to animals in heat. I pushed J down to my dick, wanting him to suck it. He wasn't having that, but I took my dick and slapped him in the face with it until he opened wide. He gagged as I rammed my shit down his throat. That nigga always talked about how he did this to niggas, now, he's the bitch getting face fucked. "Quit all that gagging and deep-throat this dick, nigga. Stop playing!" J relaxed and his throat opened up, making it easier to slide my dick in & out. I reached down between his legs and played with his ass. That nigga hole was tight as fuck. He really had never gotten fucked. There was a first time for everything. I spit in my hand and rubbed it all over his hole. That wasn't enough, so I went down and stuck my tongue deep into his ass. J was backing up on my tongue, so I knew it was time to beat it up. I flipped J on his back and raised his legs. I pushed my tongue into his mouth while I slowly slid my dick in. He tensed up and tears started to roll down his face. I guess that was supposed to move me, but it didn't. This was my boy, but while my dick was in him, he was just another good fuck. I sucked on his nipples to calm him down. It worked, because he relaxed and loosened up. That was all I needed. I was banging that shit out! J moaned like a punk ass bitch while I drove my dick in deeper. His legs started to shake and nut shot from his dick. The shit was hot as fuck. I felt my nuts tightening up, so I pulled out and told that nigga to open his mouth. He did as told and let me drain my dick in his mouth. J had lust in his eyes as he swallowed my seed. This nigga was sprung on the dick. The AC cut back on, so I decided to jump in the shower, leaving J on the floor naked balled up. He had some good ass. Now, I got to have him & Lance at the same time.... Cheating Ch. 03 Part 3 (J's Nasty Night)... Getting fucked for the first time was the shit. It totally blew my mind that my boy, Derrick, was the one that got up in me. Before that night, it never crossed my mind that he even looked at me in that way. I was always curious about what it was like to get fucked, but no nigga was hard enough for me to give my shit up to. Every dude that stepped to me was a vers or a bottom. I wasn't about to let none of them kats climb my back, yo. Fuck all that. D had enough swag & sex appeal to get me, though. I still loved my boo, Lance, but D had some shit that I couldn't pass up. Our friendship didn't change at all. We were still boys, but D just laid down some dick ever so often. I was coming from the bathroom the other night when I saw D laying down stroking his dick. Man, that muthafucker looked so good. Lance was in my bed sleep, so I took the opportunity to get me some good pipe. I got in D's room and closed the door. "Ay, J, what you doing?" "I came in here to see if you needed any help." "It would be nice, but your man is in the next room sleep. That wouldn't be cool." "Damn, I guess you're right." "I'm always right. You can have some of this good dick tomorrow after Lance leaves. I ain't trying to be no home wrecker and shit." "Damn. Aight, man..." I left D's room and went back to mines. The sight of my boy asshole naked got me riled up, so I woke Lance up with some soft kisses. If I couldn't get any dick, some ass would have to suffice. Lance turned around and kissed me deeply. We tore each other's clothes off and got to work. I kissed down his body and got to his ass and tongued it down. I hadn't noticed that D snuck in my room while I was eating my boo out. I felt a thick, hard dick slap me on my ass. Then a tongue invaded my booty. Damn, it was a good feeling to have a tongue up in me while I feasted on another ass. I got up and laid back on the bed. D got up on me & Lance, and then pulled his dick out of his boxers. He guided both of our heads to his dick. My boyfriend & I were sucking my best friend's dick at the same time! This shit was wild! Lance & I kissed with D's precum between our tongues. It tasted so sweet. D laid on his back and Lance straddled his face. I suited him up and sat on his fat rod. I sucked my boo's nipples while he bounced on D's face. I grinded my hips onto my boy's, getting him as deep in me as I could. I got up off of D and got on my back. Lance got me a rubber and slid on my dick while D got back in my guts. The feeling of being penetrated while penetrating drove me insane, yo! Before I could nut, D grabbed Lance by the neck and got him off my dick. He put my boo on his knees and started banging him in. I shoved my dick in Lance's mouth to keep him from moaning so load. D & I looked into each other's eyes as we filled Lance up to the hilt. I felt my nuts tingle, and I couldn't take anymore. I shot a load down my boo's throat, while he came from my boy fucking him down. "I see the both of you muthafuckers nutted, now it's my turn. Both of ya'll get on your fucking knees!" Me & Lance both kneeled down and met D's fat nut. It sprayed over our faces. He smacked us on our lips until every drop was out. I couldn't believe that I just let my boy fuck me & my boo! He bitched us both out. You would think that this would have complicated things for the 3 of us, but it didn't. My relationship with Lance got stronger, while my friendship with D was unbreakable. My boo & I came to an understanding and decided to have an open relationship, full of honesty. We didn't wanna complicate things with D, so we didn't fuck around with him anymore, together that is... Cheating Ch. 04 Part 4: Lance's Little Brother My little brother, Kenny, came to stay with me while he was on Spring break from his Sophomore year in college. I hadn't seen my brother in over a year. It was amazing how much he changed. The irritating, little pest was gone, and a grown ass man had taken over. Seeing him for the first time in a long time got my ass wet and dick hard. Ya'll know how I do. I takes the dick from whoever, wherever. I planned on seeing how my 20 year old brother was like inside of me. "Lance! What up?!" "Damn, Kenny. It's been a while. I see you finally got you some facial hair and shit." "Yo, chill with all that Kenny shit, man. It's K-Killa, or Ken, that's what the ladies like to call me." "Boy, you are still my little brother. And, you will be staying in my house for the next 3 weeks, so your name is whatever I wanna call your ass. You will still be annoying ass Kenny to me." "Aight. We gone see what you call me after these 3 weeks are up." I didn't know what to make of that last statement. Was he flirting with me? Probably not, but that wasn't going to stop me from getting some of my little brother's dick. My, boo, J, came over to meet Kenny and have dinner with us. My bro knew about me, so it was nice not having to hide my relationship in my own house. That shit ain't wassup. I could tell by the way that J was looking that he wanted to fuck Kenny, too. Most bitches would be mad, but I wasn't. Me & my boo agreed to have an open relationship. As long as we were upfront, honest, & safe, it was cool. Family members included. "So, J, how long have you been fucking my brother?" "Kenny!" "It's cool, boo. Lance & I have been together for a year and a half now." "Okay. That's wassup. It's good that you didn't hesitate. Be a man about your shit. I'm glad that my brother ain't fucking with no trick ass nigga. I'm not having all that." "I'm shocked that you're so comfortable with your older brother being gay." "Our parents didn't raise us to be bigots. We judge people by their actions, not their race, gender, or sexual orientation." I was shocked that Kenny matured so much while being in school. He was right. Our parents raised us to treat everybody the same way that we wanted to be treated, with respect. J was turned on by Kenny's relaxed demeanor even more. I could see my baby's dick growing inside of his jeans. It was time to push the envelope. I wanted t see how far I could take things. Me & J started kissing in front of Kenny. He didn't say anything, just watched. "Wow. I see that ya'll don't care who's around, huh?" "My bad, Kenny. We just haven't seen each other all day. I just had to get a kiss in from J. We weren't trying to make you uncomfortable." "It's all good, Lance. Being in college, I have seen niggas do a lot more than kiss." J & I looked at each other, but said nothing. We finished dinner, and J bounced. He had to be at work early in the morning. Before leaving, he encouraged me to fuck Kenny tonight, then tell him about it tomorrow. I took that as an assignment. I went into the guest room to see if Kenny needed anything. He was laying on the bed talking to some chick, while his hands was in his basketball shorts. I watched for a while and listened to the convo. "So, what you got on, baby? Just panties, huh? That's wassup. Take them off. Play in that pussy for me. Is it wet? Mmmm. What am I doing? I got my hand in my shorts rubbing my dick. It's hard as fuck for you, boo." That shit had me so turned on. Kenny caught me standing at the door and motioned for me to come in. He started pulling his shorts off and I was surprised to see that he didn't have on underwear. That dick was beautiful, and hard as fuck. Peanut butter colored with heavy, low hanging balls and a thick head. I salivated at the sight of my little brother's dick. I wanted it. I needed it. Now.... He kept talking dirty to that chick on the phone while I crawled onto the bed and started licking his shaft up and down. His masculine hands caressed the back of my head as I took his pipe into my mouth. My tongue swirled around the thick head, then I took it to the dome. Kenny's eyes rolled into the back of his head. I glided back and forth on that steel rod, making it drip with my spit. I eased my jeans & boxer briefs off, then started to play with my wet asshole. It twitched, wanting to be penetrated by a big dick. Kenny big nuts slapped my chin, only making me want to engulf them with my warm mouth. I took the both of them and sucking gently. Booty juice ran down my legs and onto the bed. I knew that it was time for some of that dick. Kenny reached into the night stand and got a condom out. I eased onto his dick, then sat down. Once I felt his balls against my ass, I exploded with passion. To feel my brother's dick deep inside of me felt like nothing else that I had ever felt. With his free hand, Kenny played with my nipples as I bounced on his dick furiously. Him talking to that chick dirty on made me a fiend for the pipe even more. "Yeah, you like that shit, don't you? You feel my big dick deep inside that pussy? Huh? Yeah, that's it. Finger that twat, baby. I bet it's warm and tight. You love this dick, don't you? Tell me you love this dick. Daddy feels how warm that pussy is, boo. Shit! Fuck, yo. Mmmm." My little brother raised up and hooked his arm around my waist. He silently sucked and licked on my nipples while he drove his dick deeper into me. My ass got wetter with each thrust. The chick he was talking to moaned loud enough for me to hear her, which turned me on more than I already was. Kenny took the time that the chick was distracted and kissed me. Our mouths melted together like it was meant to be. This nigga was gone have me sprung if he kept this up! "That shit sounds like fire, baby. Are you close? Yeah? I want you to come for me. Cream all over this big dick, boo. Make that pussy squirt. Hell, yeah. Do it. Do that shit. Bust that nut. You want Daddy to come inside you? Ooh, yeah, shit." Hearing him talk that shit pushed me over the edge. Nut shot from my dick without me even touching it. Thick, creamy ropes of cum splattered across Kenny's chest. My ass muscles gripped my brother's cock and milked it for everything it had. He kissed me deep as all three of us had orgasms at the same time. I got up and pulled the condom off of Kenny's dick. I cleaned all of the left over nut from his rod. He hung up from the chick and held me. "Yo, that was some hot shit. I've never had sex while I phone boned." "I had no idea that you were bi, Kenny." "I'm not into labels, Lance. I just go with the flow. I'm always down for fucking a tight hole & getting my dick sucked, whether it be a man or a woman." "Or family member, huh?" "Right. It doesn't matter to me. Gimme a warm hole and mouth, I'll take it . I don't give a fuck who it belongs to." "I feel the same way about dick. I could care less who it's attached to, I just want it." "I wonder if our parents are as nasty as we are. We should find out." "When Memorial Day weekend comes, let's pay them a visit." "Cool. Tell that boyfriend of yours, if he wants some dick, he can get it." "How do you know that I wanna share?" "It's enough of me to go around, Lance. Let that nigga know that I'm fucking the both of you whenever I'm in town." "That's wassup. K-Killa." "See, I told you that Kenny shit would be out the window once I got through with you." I laughed at him being right. My phone vibrated and it was a text from J's roommate, Derrick. He wanted to know if I was down for some dick. I told him that I had already got some from my brother. That shit turned him on. My phone started vibrating again and it was him calling. "So, you fucking family, huh? That shit sounds disgusting and hot at the same time. It's my turn to take your brother's ass out for a test rive." "I doubt that will happen, D. Kenny is a strict top." "Aw, he just ain't met me yet. J was talking that same shit until I fucked that booty good. How long is he going to be there?" "3 weeks." "Cool. That's plenty of time to bust that nigga down." D was telling the truth. He has a knack for turning strict tops into either vers, or pussy boy bottoms. It will be interesting to see if he can do the same for my brother. Knowing, Kenny, he will have D calling him K-Killa, too....