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Day Trip

By: Just_John1



We end up in a rented 4 wheel drive driving between appointments, I know the weather in the north east is difficult to predict and I'm growing more and more concerned about the darkening skies. "smells like snow don't ya think?" I ask her as we drive in silence, seemingly in the middle of nowhere. 

She sits there looking so unconcerned, so distant, lost in thought, and I take a few chances to look at her as I drive. Pale, long hair, smooth skin, long neck, How I'd love to kiss that neck, the swell of her breasts, the tight sweater following the curves that disappear beneath her unzipped coat. 

"A penny for your thoughts..." and she looks at me, her eyes snapping to the here and now... "oh its nothing... Just...." And I wonder what the conclusion of that thought is, patiently I wait, knowing that she can't just let that moment of silence last. 

"Thinking good things? Erotic things?" and I giggle trying to break the mood. 

"Just things" is her reply. "I'm kind of worried about what's been going on at home. He doesn't seem to... "a frown crosses her faces as she searches for the words, "... want me anymore." 

How can any one not want this woman I wonder. So sweet, clean crisp features, always smiling, always the featured performer of my fantasies. But then I think about home as well, Shit, let's not go there. "Have you tried to... ummm entice him?" I ask. 


"Yes I've done everything but a bump and grind wearing nothing at all and can't seem to interest him, our.... Ya know... life, was so great and exciting before but he has just gotten bored with me I guess..." 

"Maybe that's what he needs, a bump and grind in nothing at all" is my response with the hint of a smile on my face. I really wish I could hope that her relationship goes sour, that it will give me a chance with her but I just can't quite bring myself to wish that pain on her. 

"He's a great father to the kids, and we have fun together, I couldn't leave him because of the kids but... I can't live the life of a nun anymore." 

"I know what you mean, I love the kids but can't stand the fights, the discontent all the time, but I'll never leave... Maybe what we need is an affair," Oh my god I can't believe I just said that! I kind of giggle hoping that she'll interpret it as a joke, afraid that she won't, my worst fear is that she'll say ok right here... My heart thumping in my chest I sneak a glance away from the road and see her slight smile, just an upturning of her lips, that far away stare in her eyes looking right at me... she shakes her head once, almost violently as if she has really been contemplating it and decided no, she grins and says "it would be fun and if it was ever going to happen it would be with you, but I just can't see myself doing that" and she puts her hand on my leg. I'm afraid to move, afraid that she will take it away, afraid that it will stay there... I really want to take a breath and finally do as her hand slides off to go back in her lap. My leg burning where her hand has been. 

As my attention goes back to the road I see that snow has begun falling. "shit.. I hope this ends soon or we'll never make the train home" 

"We've got one more stop to make and then we'll make a bee line to the train station" 

Almost as if on cue my cell phone rings, and our next appointment is cancelled. "its snowing so hard they're letting all their people go home early. And we have to go past them to get to the train station." 

"Let's stop at the café on the corner and see if we can get to see the weather" she suggests. Sounds good to me. 

The weather report is bleak. I expect the 60 mile trip to the train station is going to take us hours. We head back to the pick up, and start back, the snow starting to blow. "Let's find a hotel, want to call home?" and I listen as she explains things to home. It's a painfully short conversation and I know she's hurting by the time it ends. My turn, I spend a few minutes explaining to the kids that daddy won't be home tonight, the brief exchange of unpleasantries that conversations with the wife have become and I'm done. The snow is now getting uncomfortable to drive in, darkness is falling. 

"I think we should stop at the next hotel and get a couple of rooms" is her suggestion, I can see her smile in the darkness. I pull into the next hotel and the parking lot is packed. The desk clerk tells me he has one room left, king size single bed, I ask him to hold it as I run back out to the truck, watching two more cars trying to make it to the hotel. 

"One room, one bed is all they have, do we try to make it to the next exit? What do you want to do..." We hear a thud and look at the car trying to make it bounce at the bottom of the ditch. She laughs and says "go get it before we lose it" 

Bill paid, I ask her if she has anything to carry to the room, "no I didn't bring anything, we were supposed to be home tonight, did you?" 

"I always have my gym bag with me, I haven't hit the gym since I did my laundry so I have... ummmm let me see... two T shirts, a pair of good shorts and my favorite shorts" I hold up the torn rag that my favorite shorts have become like a dog showing the mouse he just caught in the back yard, a goofy grin on my face, we grab my bag and head upstairs to the room. 

"Do you want to go to dinner?" 

"Not really couldn't we just do room service?" and I laugh... "what's home going to think?" I can't believe those words came out of my head, with thoughts of trying to seduce her running rampant and I say the exact words I don't want her to think... Can I be more stupid? I'm sure I can be but I'm also sure I'd have to work pretty hard at it. "I'll tell you what... We are going to have a vacation... No thinking or discussing anything home related... Deal?" Ok! 

You know what I'm thinking... (I am a full blooded male stuck in a hotel room with a beautiful woman I have been fantasizing about for years with only one bed...) My half smile gives me away... "Hey! None of those thoughts! You've been a friend and coworker for years, you're like a brother to me... it would change our relationship forever." a blush creeps into her cheeks 

"Ooooookaaaayyy" I say in that sing songy I'll give it a shot tone of voice with a shit eating "not a fucking prayer of that happening" grin on my face. "You take the bag and pick what you want, I'll take second choice" I tell her and she picks up the bag and heads into the bathroom. I'm thinking... "hmmmm so she has thought about it..." and with a giggle I shake my head... "stop thinking stupid shit... she just told you no in as nice a manner as she could... You lose... She uttered the kiss of death words, the dreaded and always to be avoided words, the "you will never have a fucking prayer words," the words all men hate, the "like a brother" in any form words" 

When she comes out, holding her skirt and sweater in that way that only women can, she is the picture of beauty, of eroticism, of desirablility, and I can't help but look her over up and down, my eyes drawn to her. Her long slender and smooth legs traveling up and getting lost in the gym shorts, a satin soccer style pair of shorts, the T shirt hanging loose, her nipples poking against the cotton fabric of the white T shirt, her hair backlit in the light coming from the bathroom, I can almost make out her nipples, just a darker shading of the shirt, or is it my imagination? 

I mutter under my breath "sis never looked like that!" as I grab the bag and breeze past her so fast that she wonders if I'm angry, I find my old shorts and a ratty T shirt left in the bag. I'm thinking "I sure hope she's in bed... fuck. How am I going to maintain control? What the fuck am I going to do..." Standing in my shorts and T shirt looking at myself in the mirror.. the voices start... "Fuck her! You know you want to!" "No don't take advantage of her... she's hurting, she thinks of you as a brother" "Aw bullshit! She's a big girl fuck her if you have half a chance!" The inner battle rages... "Well shit... I've always thought of myself as a good guy... I have to keep my distance..." and I resign myself to a long and frustrating evening... 

She's standing kind of shyly near the bed with a questioning look on her face. "you take the bed I'll take the chair" and I'm thinking you "stupid shit... You have to suffer through the most sexually frustrating night of your life and you're even giving away the bed? WHAT a DICK you are!" but the words that come out my mouth are... "really, you take the bed I'll be ok..." I fold down the blankets and sheets for her, and sigh as she slides in bed, shorts riding up I almost see a glance of heaven and look away as fast as I can, furious with myself as the blush begins to color my face. Chair slid to the side, foot stool up so I can rest my legs on it, spare blanket from the closet, we turn on the TV. "are you hungry?" I inquire. 

"No Not yet, we'll order in a while ok?" 

"Sure! Sounds good... what's on? What do ya want to watch?" and I get out of the chair to sit on the bed with her as we look at the TV guide. Great Nothing's on... We cruise through the in room movies, the on screen menu, nothing really great, I want to watch the perfect storm movie (thinking that the threat of drowning will take my mind off of her) she wants to watch a drippy movie about Email or something... 

"Have you ever watched one of those dirty movies they have?" she asked.

"Ummm..." giggle "ummmm Yeah one or two..." is my shy response... Is she trying to kill me? Does she want to watch me drop dead of blue balls before her very eyes? Can I survive this? Or will I suffer the terrible fate of terminal lack-a-nookie? 

"Let's watch one!" she says in a playful voice... 

"You wouldn't dare!" I accuse.

"Sure I would!" 

"with your brother in the room?" 

She laughs loudly... "definitely not with anyone but you... did I say Brother?" 

Ah HAH! A chink in the armor! Perhaps there is a prayer! 

And she begins to flip through the adult previews... I didn't remember giving up my manhood, don't remember when possession of the remote changed hands but I was sure glad it wasn't in my control, we giggled at the titles as we flipped through the choices, we went through them all at least three times before we settled on one. And the moment of fear as the screens says "wait while we load your movie" 

Not one of those soft porn movies where they don't let you see anything below the waist this was graphic. We watched while guys did girls, girls did girls, the vocals on this movie were particularly good, the women in the movie moaning but not fake, the orgasms looked real (can any man really tell?), one of the best porn movies I'd ever watched, for technical merit anyway. I was hard as a rock and using the blanket to cover it up. Laying back in the chair my hand slid down to wrap around my shaft, not stroking, just kind of squeezing. I was hyper charged, I wanted so desperately to let go, it only would've taken a few quick strokes, I knew I could probably chance it and cum but what to do with the mess. 

A quick glance at her to see what she was doing and noticed that both hands were somewhere under that blanket. No movement I could discern, her nipples standing out proudly, her breathing, slow deep, eyes half open I was dying to know what she was thinking... Again I thought about just letting go. My orgasm was so close, my cock throbbing in my hand, a moan slipped from between my lips. 

She looked at me, again with that far away glance... "what are you thinking?" she asks me... 

"Sex... I'm thinking of sex." 

A subtle giggle, "What kind of sex?" 

How the fiddler's fuck do you answer that question... do I tell her I want to cum? I want to fuck you so bad it hurts? 

"I don't know, just... sex...." And I hate the blush that is, once again, creeping through my cheeks. 

"What do you do when you watch these alone?" she asks... Now I know she's not that stupid. What the fuck does she think? I would've cum an hour ago, and stroked off another one by now. 

"ohhhh I don't know... Fantasize I guess..." 

"Do you... ummm ya know.... "And I'm thinking... just ask the fucking question are you afraid to say it? 

"... masturbate?" and again, that silly little embarrassed giggle. 

"yeah, usually... I guess... ummmm" again the red blush. 

"do you want to do that now?" Yes! I want to cum in the absolutely worst way! I want to stroke my cock and groan loudly, I want to throw off the covers and shoot across the room, I want to feel every glorious pulse of pleasure race through my cock as an intense orgasm ravages my body! 

"No I'm ok..." What a stupid fucking answer! Ask her if she wants to, say anything to take this to the next step. Why are you SO fucking stupid! But my hand strokes once. Both of our eyes dart to the movement under the blanket. I can't believe I did that. The tingles begin to race through my body, and I get that precum look on my face, where my eyes scrunch up a bit, the uncontrollable goofy smile, half pain half ecstasy. I know its right there, two or three more strokes and I'll cum right in front of her. 

"Do you.... Ummm masturbate?" I ask stupidly. 

"Of course! I'd go crazy if I didn't" 

"Do you want to now?" Again the smirk, 

"I have been for some time now... I'm close... didn't want to do it in front of you..." 

"not in front of your brother huh?" Oh that's great! The wounded puppy routine! That will bring her in won't it you stupid ass. 

"Oh will you stop it? I find you desirable... Much more than a brother, I'm just afraid it would change our relationship..." I would promise anything at this point, I will marry you and have your babies, I'll jump a tall building, stop a train, stop a speeding bullet with my teeth. 

"I would hate for that to happen, you're very special, I like working with you..." 

A hint of disappointment in her voice. "me too... "

And the final scene of the movie starts, a woman reminiscing about the action that has happened in the movie, all of the hottest parts, all of the cum shots flash through her mind as we watch her hands slowly slide down her body... Her nipples erect, her legs spreading as her fingers slide into her body, she sinks down on the chair she's sitting in. The look on her face is priceless... obvious ecstasy we watch as she cums... her body fluttering, one of the few, the very rare times where I am convinced the actress is actually enjoying an on screen orgasm... 

"wow, that was hot... Do you enjoy watching that? Do you like to watch a woman masturbate?" 

"Yeah, that really gets to me" My throbbing cock in hand desperately begging to be stroked. God I want to cum... How the fuck will I sleep now? 

"sack time I guess..." is my brilliant reply. Maybe I can get up and go to the bathroom, Maybe I can get those three delicious strokes to send me over the top... the TV goes off and I hear her roll over. I can't believe she can just drop off to sleep... I roll over a hundred times. Glad that the light's out, my raging hard on not one percent withered, I know its not going down until I cum. I'm waiting for her breathing to get regular and slow then the two or three strokes and I'll be able to sleep.

"Do you want to share the bed?" is her whisper in the dark, so softly spoken that under normal circumstances I probably wouldn't even have heard her, but sounding like a shout in the darkness.

"But I thought you were afraid... that you were worried about our relationship?" is my einsteinium reply... I have definitely cornered the market on stupid now. 

"Just promise that you won't touch ok?" 

OK God is punishing me now. How can I say no? How can I say yes? I'm going to lay in a bed with the woman of my fantasies, after watching the best porno I've ever seen, after she's admitted that she been rubbing her clit and I'm not going to touch? Just the thought of getting in bed with her could make me cum in my present condition, My cock is raging hard and I'm going to be a fucking gentleman? This is such a cruel set of circumstances. 

"ok..." I whisper, sentencing myself to a night of total frustration and no sleep, what will she think when she gets up and I rise with bloodshot eyes not having slept a wink, shit! I'll get up and my hardon will still be painfully apparent. I'm fucked. Not in the literal sense, the figurative "you couldn't get a fucking break if they could be bought and you had a billion dollars" sense. 

I slid into the bed and she scooted over to give me room. I lay there for what seemed like hours listening to her regular breathing patterns. Is she awake? Is she sleeping? I find that I've been holding my hardness for what seems like hours. "Ok you've really fucked up now. If you'd only stayed on the chair you could've cum by now and all this indecision would be behind you" and I make another of those resolutions that always fall by the wayside. Next time we try to make the train station. 

I hear her take a deep breath, a whispered moan in the darkness... Is she dreaming? And I feel her ass against my back, moving ever so slightly, just kind of slightly clenching, but clenching rhythmically. How I'd love to roll over and take her in my arms, kiss the back of her neck, feel her breasts, feel her nipples come to life under my fingers. 

Another moan, a little louder now and I become convinced she's dreaming, I hope she's dreaming about me. Ever the sneaky bastard that I am I slow roll onto my back. My head slowly rolls over to look at her back, I can see the muscles of her shoulder blade moving ever so slightly. No way, is she? Yeah I think she is! She's rubbing again. 

Now the serious indecision... I promised not to touch, I am a gentleman... but what the fuck would a gentleman do in this situation? You've blown the gentleman thing hours ago you ass. 

I roll over and press my hardness against her, the only point of contact my cock with her ass, sliding against her, feeling the clenching of her ass and I hear a long sigh as the return pressure increases. She rolls onto her back and I'm thinking "you fucking idiot! She said no at least three times...." Having lost count it sounds good to me. 

Her leg rises slowly and drapes over mine. My hand around my shaft begins to move of its own accord, to slowly slide up and down my shaft, the tingles race through my body and I know if I'm not REALLY careful I'll cum, I'll have that awesome on the edge for hours roaring orgasm, the one where the grunts and groans can't be controlled, the one where the toes curl and the stomach flutters, and the streams of cum will jet out and fly where ever they may and I won't give a shit where they land type of cum. 

Her leg is moving rhythmically against mine, I glance down and her arm is moving under the covers, slowly, circular, her leg is tensing and I know she's going to cum, quietly, in the dark, with me but alone. "I can't help it... ohhhhhhhh" I hear her whisper in the dark, fighting her own internal battles, I hear the moment of decision pass as her moans grow in intensity, her leg presses against mine as her hips rise off the bed, 

"ohhhhhh baby.... I'm going to.... I can't stop it.... Unnnnnnnh.... Cummmmmmming....." I kick the covers down and watch her as her head goes back, her brow furrowed, she's so close but can't quite get over the edge... the frustration of wanting to cum but the orgasm remaining elusive, so erotic as it involves her entire body... I watch her stomach flutter and my hand reaches out, once again of its own accord, beyond my rational control, and brushes against her nipple, the most awesome erect, hard, quivering nipple I've ever had the pleasure of taking between my fingers... Her eyes fly open and she looks directly in my eye, just enough light from the street to be able to see, her eyes again close to slits, and I watch as she goes over the edge, her soul pouring into mine, those beautiful facial features bunched up in pleasure, "ohhhhhh! Unnnnnnnnnnh!" the waves continue to rage through her body, I watch as the orgasmic flutters course through her stomach, her legs shudder, her hips raised off the bed I watch her through the most intense orgasm I've ever seen a woman have, then she begins to settle... her hips fall slowly back to the bed, her body convulses in some after shocks, the tingles still apparent on her face, her eyes rolled back her hand slowing down. 


Day Trip



So we climb into our car to go out shopping. "Finally a day kid free" I'm thinking. As we start down the road, I look over and I ask "where are we going?" 

You just smile and say "oh just shopping; I told you that already." We continue on our way and suddenly I'm confused about where we're going, as we are passing the store we normally shop at. You look at me seeing my perplexed look and tell me "I have to stop somewhere first." so I shrug it off. As we pull into some empty abandoned plaza. We pass quite a few parked cars and trucks as we pull around back to park in the back parking lot. We exit the car and start our walk to the entrance of the building; holding hands as we normally did. 

I start to think to myself, "hmm this is an odd place to have to make a stop at" giggling as I think "oh great my husband is some kind of a drug dealer now." I ask again a bit louder "okay, really what's going on here?" 

You just tell me "Don't worry about it, no big deal" and snicker with that smile that says, I'm up to something. As we enter through the door to what appears to be the lobby of this building. I look around the room and see the elevator. Motioning for me you press the call button' you playfully nudge me with your elbow. I feel the butterflies begin to flutter in the pit of my stomach. I now know you're up to something. The elevator doors open we enter and you press the second floor button. As we ride up not a word is spoken. I lose my stomach when the elevator comes to a stop as if I had been on a roller coaster. 

I jump a bit startled by the doors ding when they open. As I look out Its seems like an empty floor only I can see a group of men standing just inside. They are all smiling and chatting with one another paying no mind to the elevator. I look to you with confusion in my eyes and tilt my head to the right. You grin back at me sticking your tongue out like a grade school boy teasing a classmate. Saying not a word you place your hand behind my back on my waist leading me into the room. You look to me and tell me "this is just for you," but nothing more. 

Just as your words end two men approach us. I'm suddenly a bit confused. I feel frozen as I try and think about what you're talking about. I look left to find you. Only then I realize that with my attention on the two strangers, you had left my side joining the group. They start touching, caressing, and tracing my arms. I jerk to the side pulling away my arms in protest. My eyes go from one man to the other as I snapped at them, "Will you not touch me! could you stop it?" 

One of them answers back. "You don't want us to stop now do you? You little cock tease." 

Just as I'm looking at him the other man slips behind me and grabs me around the waist and breathes heavily into my ear. My heart stops as chills run down my spine. The one who spoke first tugs at my shirt attempting to remove it over my head. I pull away with another jerking motion. I am now more than a little uncomfortable, frozen in shock. 

My arms are grabbed by the man behind me and twisted up and held in place. The other man feeds my head through my now lifted shirt; pulling it down the back of my head down my back. Then they unfasten my bra flipping it the same way. I feel them tie my hands with my shirt or bra. They yank tight pulling my arms and yanking my body trying to keep my arms in place. 

The man lets my now bound arms go and traces his hands around my back towards my breasts he squeezes them with a firm grip. Then dragging his left hand down and with a flick of his fingers he unbuttons my jeans. He sighs, breathing in my ear telling me. "Now these are going to be in the way don't you think?" The man in front of me yanks them down quickly taking my panties with them. Placing a foot on the center he tells me "now step out." I shake my head no with that motion the man still gripping my breast squeezes tighter. 

Hissing through his teeth he tells me. "Do as your told cock tease."

Now that my my arms are bound and my pants have been removed they trace my nipples and snicker as I gasps from the tingles they cause. Shivers run over my body as they tease me. I'm then pushed down to my knees, one of them kicks my bent legs first to the left then to the right spreading them wide. I feel the man in front of me reach between my legs teasing my pussy. He talks to the room full of men. "Shit guys, she wants it, the bitch is drenched." 

As he makes that statement I feel his fingers jammed inside of me. In and out he pulls them. He kneels down and begins suckling at my breast first the right while massaging the left with his hand he pinches my nipple with his fingers as he bites the other one gently. I gasp in pleasure while my eyes bulge. My body reacting this way is confusing me. The man then switches positions and sucks on my left breast and tightly gropes away at my right breast. 

I hear his breathing its unsteady, as I listen I hear his pants unzip, the shuffle of them as he wiggles to lower them. His hardened cock lightly slapping against my left leg as he fingers my cunt he gyrates his hips as if humping the air. His partner in crime still behind me uses his tongue to tease my neck as he drags his nails down my back and slaps my ass.

Suddenly they both stop. I'm yanked into a new position. I feel a head slide between my legs. Then a tongue dances on my pussy lips teasing it. My clit tingles, and pulses as I shiver trying to grasp just what is happening to me. 

I try to scan the room looking for you, now panic stricken. I whisper "stop, please," I hear laughter and giggling from the men assaulting me. The man behind me begins to slowly tease my anus with a finger as the other one laps at my pussy. He wraps his whole tongue over my pussy as if licking an Ice cream and takes a long slow lick. The sensation of his laps makes me frantic. I try hard not cum. I feel so hot I quiver, his teasing has brought me to the edge of climax. 

My pussy now getting wetter as he takes his tongue and circles my clit. He tastes my juices and flicks away at my hardened clit. I begin shaking, quivering and I rock on the finger of the man still stimulating my ass. He reaches around with a free hand and plays with my left tit. Just then I feel myself about to cum. 

The man eating my cunt slows down just before I explode, taking short laps at my outer labia. He moves to my inner thigh, then back to my cilt. As he's flicking his tongue up and down, and side to side shivers coarse over my body as I moan out as I lose all control. Panting, my chest heaves up and down with each gasp of air. My knees jerking I let go and succumb to the pleasure of his tongue on my throbbing cunt. 

He finished lapping up all of my juices and slides out from under me. I'm now lifted up and lowered down again. I try to struggle as I feel a cock penetrate my pussy. I try to call to you. Just then a man moves in front of me and traces my lips with his cock. He then thrusts deep into my mouth. I try to look around him out towards the room, searching for you. 

I see two men jerking each other off as they watch me being impaled you're in the back of the room stroking your cock as you watch me being fucked. The man behind me laughs as slaps my ass. He then pulls the cheeks apart. He tells the roomful of men. "I'll start this hole off for us guys." I hear a spiting or sloping sound and know right away it's him sucking on or wetting his finger. He reaches under me tickling my anus with his fingers before poking them inside me. I felt his huge cock grow and stiffen growing harder as he declares with a hiss. "Oh this hole is going to be fun guys." The room chuckles as I see one of the men masturbating another one start over towards me leaving behind the other man. 

He looks at me and then to the room and asks. "Any one bring lube this beast might just rip that tight little ass right up." He laughs. My eyes bulge as I try and stand up but my head is held in place by the man face fucking me. The man in my pussy grabs my hips and thrusts deeper into me causing pain to surge through my pussy. The one in my cunt asks. "Where do you think you're going?" 

While the one in my mouth tells me "don't you dare bite down." 

The newcomer touches my shoulder as he straddles the man on the floor's legs and teases my ass with his lubed up cock. It's warm and wet. I feel shivers course through me I'm excited and terrified at the same time. My body begins to quiver with intense emotions and with all the thrusting, just as I start to reach climax the man pierces my anus forcefully slamming deep into me. With no regard to my comfort, he lets out a grunting and hiss as he whispers oh shit this bitch is tight. He rocks my hips back plowing himself into my ass. 

As I gasp out and whine, the man under me holds my hips from the front keeping me solid as I get slammed into from behind. He holds his rock hard cock deep inside my pussy without moving it letting the other man work my ass. The man in my mouth starts jamming into my mouth deeper and deeper. Down my throat I feel his cock glide, it pulses, he moans. He starts to grunting and breathing heavily. I know he's going to cum. I try to pull away I don't want him in my mouth. He grabs a handful of my hair, holding me still. I close my eyes wincing as he fills my throat with his warm load. 

Upon seeing me struggle to swallow his bitter tasting nut juices, as I'm pinned down on one cock while being driven hard in the ass by another, he pats my back and giggles. "Good slut." Then he says to the room. "Who wants her mouth next, bitch can suck like a Hoover." They all laugh. The man in my ass pulls out finally. I feel the pressure leave and I sigh in relief. As I'm lifted up once again, I feel every vein and rig of the cock once pinned in my cunt. As I'm quickly pulls off of it, I feel my cunt juices dripping from me. 

With my arms still tied behind me. I'm walked to the center of the room; closer to the group. I see everyone stroking their cocks and some also biting their bottom lips. I get shoved to the middle of the floor. There, all the men just look at me. No one touches me they just look me over stroking themselves. The man holding me when we first arrived. The one who was reluctant to reveal his cock then, now has removed his clothes, and he is massive. He looks to me than to you. Nodding with a smile and walks up behind me. He thrust me forward grabbing a handful of my hair and bending me over. 

He teases my pussy with his cock head poking it in just using the tip. He laughs as I gasp and pulls it out again and repeats this again and again, two, three maybe four times. Just as I start to become comfortable with his size, he pulls out and brings his cocks head to my anus and plows his moistened cock into my already used and sore ass. He grunts as he looks towards the other man in the room. With a hissing voice he says. "You're not kidding she is tight." 

You then laugh. Saying "not for much longer." 

Tears stream down my cheeks as he pulls my hair and lifting my head up and turns it to look at his face as he takes me from behind. He asks me "do you want some more cock in your mouth?" I don't answer, I only groan as he slams into me. He drives his enormous dick right down to the base deep into my asshole. With a grunting, he repeats the question "I asked you a question, do you want some more cock in your mouth?" as he stares at my wincing face. He waits until I stop screaming for an answer never pulling back.

Holding his hard pulsing cock in place then pushing into what I can only explain as my stomach. I whisper "yes," 

he asks again shaking my head by the hand full of hair. "Yes what?" 

I answer. "Yes" pausing with a hiss, "I want a cock in my mouth." He slowly pulls back and begins pumping my ass again. 

He calls out to you. "You heard the lady give her what she wants. "

As you approach I look up at you, with my sweat covered face and tears streaming over my cheeks. You only smile, still stroking your cock you trace my lips with your cocks' head. I feel the pre-cum being wiped on my lips. I lick off the sticky fluid, again you smile, and you speak out. "That's right you're going to have a buffet of cum tonight my cock tease slut." 

You then take hold of my hair and slide your dick into my mouth. Thrusting deep into me, pumping with long strokes. As it slides down my throat and back out again I hear someone one say. 

"Look no gag reflux, she's going to be fun." Then comes more laughter. 

Someone begins tickling my clit with their fingers. I squirm and tense up as they try to make me cum. I try hard to contain it, to no avail. I feel that rush, the hot sensation coursing through my body, it aches and I shake. As I'm rocked forward my hips are held tight as this man rips into my ass, I try to let out a moan only to be silenced by your cock jammed down my throat. I know I can't stop it I'm going to cum again. The pressure from his massive cock, pounding my ass, along with those dancing finger tips are enough to send me over the edge. I try again to pull away, I want to, I need to moan out, you tighten your grip on my hair keeping my head steady. Holding your cock firmly in place, as you watch me shake from head to toe bucking as I peak in orgasm. 

My body tries to relax but the strumming continues as does this orgasm. My knees buckle and my legs quiver and shake violently. The man taking my ass reaches down grabbing my thighs he pulls them strait locking my knees. I now I know you're the one fingering my clit. My ass aches from his attack he grips my thighs in his fist as I hear him grunt and pant I feel his cock throb as he starts to shoot his load into me. I feel as his cum squirts all over me as he pulls out and spray the rest on my back and ass. He slaps my ass with his now softened cock as he keeps stroking it. 

You start pumping into my face while holding my hair. I hear your heavy breathing, and grunts; then I feel something soft wiping at my backside as if its cleaning me off, and another cock enters my pussy. I'm still standing bent over. My back hurts and my legs are shaking. He rams me from behind hard, our body making slapping sounds as he takes a turn with my poor abused body. As he leans over me he plays with my nipples whispering into my ear. "You enjoying yourself you cum dumpster?" His breath hissing in my ear makes my pussy swell and tingle. 

As you pull out you ask. "Ok, anyone else want to take her mouth? Her tongue is amazing." You Snicker still holding my hair in your fist. Pulling my head up you stare into my eyes. I can see into your soul, it calms me, if only for a moment. You lean over and lick my ear hissing at me, "Now be a good fuck toy and let all these nice men have a ride." I know that this your way of making sure I'm ok. 

My mouth gaping and eyes wide panting and moaning in pain and pleasure I just stare back at you. The man in my pussy pulls out and lays down. I stand upright as I'm now not being held by anyone. He calls to me. "Fuck puppet, down here." As I turn he gestures me to climb on top of him. My arm are then unbound by someone then I'm shoved towards him. I kneel down he looks at me then tells me. "Put that cock back in your sweet pussy like a good fuck toy." I reach down my hand shaking I take hold of his dick it traces my pussy as I aim for the hole. He thrusts his hips up and crams it in for me. Then he pulls me down so my chest is on his exposing my ass to the room. 

I feel a chill as a breeze blows over my bare exposed and abused ass. As it caress it sending a chill down my spine making my pussy pulse. He rams his rock hard cock into me as my pussy gushes. I hear someone walking behind me I know what is going to happen. As I clench my anus I feel a hand softly stroke my lower back and whisper. "It's going to suck for you unless you loosen up there little slut." Then he snickers as he teases my ass with his cock. 

I hear a bottle cap pop behind me I hope to myself that it's the lube. I can't even imagine taking another cock in the ass after cockzilla just destroyed it. I feel cool wet drips run down my ass crack then a finger taunts my flinching anus. I start to relax when his soft, warm bulbous cock head flick up and down on my sore hole. Up and down and up and down just as I'm relaxed from the sensual teasing he dives right in with a groan. Proclaiming. "Oh shit! still tight as fuck guys, I think this cock slut needs a better work out."

The man in my pussy grinds me hard as he holds me chest to chest. He suddenly grabs my hair and lifts me up a bit to great another dick. Its dripping pre-cum. He smears it on my cheek. I cringe and wrinkle my face turning away as I gasp and groan from the pounding the other two are giving me. He laughs then speaks looking down at me. "She's still trying so hard to pretend she doesn't like being a fuck toy, cum dumpster guys; it's too cute." Then he grabs my face with both hands and lifts so I can look him in the eyes. He condescendingly says to me. "be a good little cock sucker and drink up bitch." He places his cock on my lips telling me. "Take my cock and put it in your mouth, that's your job as a slut." 

I look up at him moaning with beads of sweat all over my body. I'm bounced and rocked between them as they just use my holes. While I'm thrust back and forth the man standing in front of me lets his cock bump my lips. As I'm push forward into his dick his pre-cum coats my lips. I bite my lip wincing as they fuck me hard then lick the jizz off my lips. I'm panting, breathing very heavily my mind wanders a bit. I'm feeling confused by my body's reaction, because I can start to feel myself actually craving his cock deep inside my throat. I'm almost hungry for it. I eagerly reach up and take it in my hand I give it a few more strokes before taking it into my mouth and feverishly begin driving it to my mouth twisting my neck to the left and the right wrapping my tongue around the head as I pull it nearly out of my mouth then plunge it back deep down my throat. 

My hips start rocking to the rhythm of the other two men I look up and see the others waiting and stroking their cocks just watching me get used. I see a man out of the corner of my eye. He walks over towards us just yanking at his cock. He walks to the side of me just stroking himself. The man using my mouth tells me. "Take your riding handles fuck toy." I look over to my other side seeing yet another man by my side. "Stroke them real good." He snickers and lets out a hiss as I suck him off. They both stand alongside me masturbating. The one on the left grabs my arm and puts his cock in my hand. The man in my mouth continues talking. "If you do a really good job then maybe you'll get a hot surprise." 

Then I hear laughter as the roomful of men enjoy the joke. The man in my ass starts pumping harder and faster I feel his cock tense up he grunts and pants as he shoots his cum inside of me he gives two, three then finally a fourth pump as he releases his load then pulls out.

The man using my dripping wet pussy lifts me slightly I feel his pulsing rock hard cock slide out. Thinking he's leaving I sigh in relief, but soon hear the crinkling of some wrapper. I yell out. "Oh god," as he jams his cock back in me now. Realizing it was just a condom I grunt as he continues pounding my cunt hole He pulls my hips downward driving himself so deep inside me it hurts my back, I believe I feel his cock slamming into my spine. 

As he continues to slam my cunt harder and faster, he grips onto me holding my hips. Pulling me up and down as I try to keep the other man's cock in my mouth, purely to keep from screaming as he and I both cum together I let out a thunderous moan. My lips vibrate around the stiff wood in my mouth, saliva dripping from all around. The man I'm mouthing moans out, and he tells me "slow down cunt you aren't getting off that easy." He grabs my hair taking hold tightly in his fist, yanks me back a bit to a slow my pace pumping for me using my hair as a handle. 




Day Trip



The man in my pussy pulls out lifting my right leg while he shifts to move out from under me. I feel the cold floor beneath me its damp and slippery. The men in my hands stand still and make me do all the work, my hands slide up and down their shafts. I feel every vein and every grove these men are so hard I can feel them pulsing wanting to cum. I keep my eyes closed and hope they hold on I don't want them to shoot cum on me. I hear someone behind me say "Oh shit guys she is about to have a cum bath," and they laugh. The man on the right starts to shiver and gasp as his cock throbs and pulses he lets loose a load of warm sticky cum. It lands on my shoulder and cheek and just drips down my body. 

Taking his cock that is still hard he rubs the juices still dripping from its head telling me "you look so hot covered In my sauce my dear." I open my eyes when he is done then see him smile a menacing grin. Then he snickers as he walks away still stroking his cock. As I keep hold of the cock in my mouth I plunge it deep into mt throat and pull it back out. Stoking it faster trying to get him to finish. He leans back and grows out as he quickly pulls my head off him. He continues to stroke himself until finally he lets out a panting moan and my face and neck are covered in hot cum. 

The man on the left takes his cock from my hand and begins to jerk himself off harder, faster, I cringe as I kneel there knowing he was about to bathe me in his jizz as well. I hear him groan. Then with a growl I feel as his cock explodes its load right on my chest. He sighs I hear him continue to moan while he remains stroking his now softening cock he too decides to use me to clean up. As he wipes his head off on my arm, he leans down to whisper "Don't worry I'll have that ass later on too." He then walks away.

I'm left there again just being stared at in the center of the room; only this time I'm panting out of breath. I just shiver as the AC kicks in, and a breeze blows over my cum drenched skin. I can't believe that they just doused me with their juices. I'm dripping cream myself, I feel it trickle down my thighs. I feel all the wetness dripping down from everywhere I feel gross, used and embarrassed. My face turns red as my heart pounds nearly out of my chest. 

In my mind, I want to run, and I want to hide. I close my eyes and cover my breasts tears run from my eyes. Trying to not think of what's happening then I hear footsteps coming closer to me. I open my eyes and see a man holding a can sized cock stroking it. It's not very long just impressively thick. I look at his face and remember him, he was one of the men that was jerking off another man. I gulp hoping he doesn't want to use my ass. 

He just stands there making me watch him please himself. He stares at me. Then taking hold of my hair right behind my right ears and forces my mouth around his massively thick cock forcing my jaw open, then yanking it out briefly before stuffing it once more. My lips strain to open wide enough to take him all in, I feel them pulling tight I think they might rip. He grunts telling me "I love how warm your mouth is. I do hope you can handle my trunk." 

I look over as you walk up behind me, pulling me up by my hips you keep me bent over. As I struggling to suck this can sized cock, I hear you spit then feel as you wipe your saliva across my anus. You lean down resting your body over my back. You lick the back of my neck then take a bite of the base. Then trace your way to my ear and twirl your tongue around its edges whispering "it's my turn for that tight ass. You shared it with these here gentlemen, but not your husband yet." Your words hissing in my ear send more shivers down my spine. I feel my pussy gush, just then you reach down and give my pussy a hard slap. As my body jolts you slam your rock hard cock down deep into my sore, tight ass. You let out a loud hissing moaning "ahh" sound as you grunt. Your dick squeezes its way into my anus. 

I "yelp", in pain, bucking forward I try to pull forward as it plunges deep into me. 

You yank me back by the hips then lean over to slap my Pussy again. Whispering in my ear "uh, ah fuck toys take what is given to them, you gave your ass to them now I want it." You grunt as you thrust deep inside me. I listen as you tell the men "great job guys she is loosening up nicely, still tight but oh so smooth." 

You pull at my hips forcing my ass hard into your body. Together we create loud slapping sounds you moan and grunt, just as I think you're going to cum you pull out. Take my face away from the other man's cock. Standing me up you look me in the eyes and tell me "now you're going to ride this cock you little cunt until you drain my balls."

You lay down pulling at my leg gesturing for me to join. The man now behind me takes his hand and applies pressure pushing me down. As I straddle your body, I hear another man approach. He slaps my ass asking the other man "look out." He stands behind me saying "no need to waste such a sweet ass." He smacks my left cheek again and tells me "ready to go for a ride fuck slut?" as he plows into my tender hole. 

Driving me forward with your thrusts the other guy begins to tug back slamming me back onto his shaft. As I'm bounced back and forth, harder and faster I feel your cock twitch in my fuck hole. It pulses as you let out a groan. Your chest raising and lowing higher and faster as your breathing increases in speed, I'm about to explode. 

I open my mouth, my eyes roll back, and I toss my head upward. I scream out as I start to cum. I'm losing my breath I begin to pant. I buck back and forth, my ass being slammed into roughly. The sound of both of you moaning sends shivers through my body. I slam back and forth harder as you both pound into me. 

I open my mouth about to scream again, I let out a loud moan. I feel the juices squirting out of me. They run down your cock making the ride more smooth. Your cock pulses and spasms as it fills my cunt hole with a hot load. My mouth still agape is finally stuffed with that same thick hard cock that stretched it so wide before. Slowly he begins pumping my face, my moan muffled briefly with each stroke. Then the man in my ass asks "Trying to shut up the cock hungry whore are you? "

I hear your voice hissing as you moan "that's right be a good cock slut and keep a tight hold on that cock." You hold me in place as the men use my mouth and ass. I feel my rectum ripping, the pain searing through me as he pounds it harder more ravenously. I know he is about to cum. I try to scream, but the dick in my mouth prevents any audible sound from escaping. I feel myself shutter, I shake again then I am hit with yet another orgasm. My pussy pouring cum down your still inserted cock. As I climax from all the stimulation, the guy using my sore back door pulls out and shoots his cum all over my back. He taps my ass with his still twitching, cum dripping cock as he grunts in pleasure. 

Still sucking the other man's cock. I feel relieved as my derriere was released. I hear him say "shit that bitch can take a pounding, who up next?" He slaps my ass once again as he walks away. I close my eyes and hope to get a moments break. I start feverishly stroking and sucking at the man assaulting my face with his enormous dick. Trying to get him to finish too. I hope they have finished with me now. Just as that thought crosses my mind, I feel you begin fingering my clit, your cock stiffens once again. As another set of footsteps approach from the distance. I turn my eyes left and right to see who they are.

I feel as he teases my pussy with his cock and squirm as I know your still inside me. You lift my ass a bit, and I can feel the pressure and pain as he tries to enter my already filled cunt hole. He hisses, grunting through his teeth with each attempt; Until success you both let out grunts, As you both grind my stretched and aching pussy. It's too much to handle I try to scream. The man using my face thrust deep into my mouth nearly entering my throat, then again, pulling out he moans out an audible incoherent sound dumping his cum all down my face and chest. He grunts continuing to stroke his cock at my face making sure that he coated me in every last glistening drop of jizz. Before for he walks away he leans down and whispers in my ear "your just a cum slut I hope you enjoy your pussy stretching." 

The two of you pound me with strokes that of a piston. In and out of my dripping wet pussy my juices coating your thick hard cocks keeping them lubed as they rub against each other slamming harder and deep into my throbbing pussy. I feel my clit twitch with each thrust by you both. The tightness of my stretched skin makes me wince. I reach up and begin playing with my nipples as I start to rock with you two. I try to ease the pain. I feel myself again reaching an orgasmic explosion, I gush more warm cream over your pulsing cocks. 

The man behind me reaches over and pulls my arms up behind me to use as handles as he pounds deeper and faster into my cunt. You now holding still, cock deep in my fuck hole. You let him do all the work. He grunts, moaning and hissing. As he is panting, I feel his cock throbbing and twitching, he drops my arms as he pulls out, spraying my ass with his cum. You also pull out. Lifting my leg, so you roll out from under me you leave me on my knees. After you stand up, you extend a hand offering to help me up. 

The Roomful is of men just looking at me cum soaked and used. I try and cover my poor abused body in shame as two more men come to me. Taking my arms, they lay me down on my back. As they hold my arms above me on the floor, my legs are lifted and held up as another man walks over stroking his firm cock. He kneels down licking his hand lathering it with spit. He then spreads his saliva on my sore pussy wetting it just enough to ram his enormous cock deep into me. I gasp letting out a "yelp" from this angle I again feel like a cock is going to run right through my stomach. My face winces I groan as another man straddles my face. 

He tells me "this should shut her up" as I open wide to gasp again he takes a handful of my hair and shoves his cock in my mouth with a groan. Thrusting his hips at me I gag, gasping for air as he drives his head burying it in my throat. I feel my neck expand as he pushes deeper. I take his whole dick right down to the base. His shaft enters my throat and my eyes well up with tears. He pulls back watching my eyes widen only to plunge it right back in. The man pounding my cunt slams his hips into my ass grunting. With each pump he grabs my hips lifting me and slams my body down on him he sounds like he's going to cum. Just as I think "Oh no he's cumming" he pulls out. Feeling as his cock rips my anus he continues his pounding assault. He moves so rapidly he creates slapping sounds against my ass as he rides my body. 

With all the pain I reach down and rub my clit I need to cum, I want to cum. I start to shiver letting out a moan as I'm panting at last I erupt. Feeling my cunt juices spill out of my pussy, dripping down it lubes my ass as he slams into me. The man taking my mouth speaks out "oh ya, this cum slut is having herself a good time guys." Breathing heavily I stop massaging my pussy, but I feel like it's still being groped. Reaching down I feel a hand on me rubbing me harder I and I cum again. The man pounding my grunts out louder as he pants through clenched teeth he lets out a moan as he pulls out. Me moves to my stomach as he keeps stroking his cock. He bends forward a bit then standing more upright as he explodes shooting cum all over me. 

Then again I feel my clit being teased. This time by a warm and soft tongue it begins lapping up all that sweet cream dripping from my hole. He sucks at my clit flicking his tongue as my face being held in place and my throat is invaded by a cock. The man in my mouth pulses I know he is about to blast my throat full of his jizz I try to breathe through my nose. He yanks my hair slamming my face down onto his shaft driving it deep into my throat. He pulls out, exploding is cum all over my face. He groans as he strokes himself slowly draining every drop of warm liquid on my face. He swipes at my lips with his cock head making me take the last drop before he stands up and leaves. 

My legs are lowered but still held down. I'm being held in pace by two men and my pussy is being lapped. My body quivers and shakes as I am brought to yet another orgasm. The two holding my legs and arms release their grips the one holding my arms takes my mouth while the other moves towards my ass. The lapping by the tongue stops as my body is heaved forward and he rails into me with his hips he grunts at each thrust. The man In my mouth grabs a fist full of my hair and uses my head like a fuck toy moaning while he stares down at me with lust in his eyes. My right hand having been lifted is forced to grab a cock; hard, throbbing and warm. 

I start stroking it feverishly trying to milk his cock in hopes to save my pussy and ass any more pounding. The man in my ass pulls out and tells the other two lift her up. I'm hoisted up as one of then lies down beneath me. I'm shoved ass down onto his cock then another man straddles his buddy, my pussy searing with pain is then invaded by by him. As I'm laid down with my back to his chest and he thrust into me groaning the other man brings his cock back to my face. The man under me pulls out as does the man in my pussy.

One of them plays with my clit saying "let's get this bitch wetter she's going to need the lube for this."

As he flicks my clit, the other man pushes deep into my pussy. As he pounds my cunt from below. A rush of pleasure courses through me, I shake I can't control my body anymore, I reach climax and cum all over his cock. They laugh saying "look she loves this, the cunt is such a fucking slut." As they laugh, and my body's quivering ends, I feel more pressure in my pussy. The other guy is attempting to enter my already full cunt. I try to pull away but as I buck up, I'm forcefully yanked back and the second shaft rams into my tight cunt hole. I try to stand up only to have two other men come to hold my arms down as he plummets into my pussy sliding right up next to the cock that already resides in there. I let out a scream and the man using my mouth drives his cock deeper right down to my throat letting out a groan, stifling my voice. 

They laugh and someone says "that should shut her up." 

I gag and gasp for air as he rides my face faster. Holding my head, so I can't turn away he pants and groans as he starts cumming. He pulls out he drives it down my throat again with a hiss and tells me "take that whole load slut." he holds his cock deep down my throat as he drains every drop of liquid into me. While the men in my pussy pump me simultaneously. The other two hold my arms in place just snicker. I see them rubbing themselves and watching me being used like a rag doll. Tugging and massaging their own heads. They moan and sigh as they await their turns. My arms are now released they both yank at my hands as they start to fall to the floor. Each taking post on both sides of me they force me to take hold of them and to finish the job. I hear the moans and panting of each man then release nearly at the same time and coat me in more hot seed, as my throat is again filled with warm jizz. 

The two men still ramming away at my stretched out pussy moan out and grunt. 

They both pull out the one I'm lying on pulls out quickly then thrusts his pulsing cock into my ass and unloads it into me. The other seeing my now empty mouth moves to take his place there. Taking a fistful of hair he plunges his pussy juices soaked cock into my mouth. He thrusts into my mouth with a groan, I feel my mouth filled with hot biter cum yet again. He holds my head with his cock deep in my mouth as I twist and twirl my tongue until he is drained. He kneels over me giving a final thrust and with a sigh he drops my hair and stands up. 

The men then lifted me off of the man who just unloaded in my rear and rolled to the side as he walks away. I'm left there laying on the floor as you come over to me with a towel. You squat near me with a Bright smile on your face as you look at the mess on me. I look at you with an exasperated stare, you hand me the towel. I'm weak and exhausted, as I struggle to sit, up my arms are quivering. 

I take the towel and wipe my face off looking around the room. I see two men still erect and stroking themselves just staring at me. I look back to you, that's when I Notice you're hard as well. My eyes widen as I continue to try to wipe myself clean. I know that it's not over just yet. I sigh as you begin teasing my clit with your thumb. You rub it gently then slide it deep into my pussy and jiggle it all around in me. I gasp as you hit my G-spot. As I drop the towel throwing my head back, I gasp out moaning. I see the other two men walking towards me with their enormous cocks standing at attention. 

You tell me "You're not done yet, you're the fuck toy tonight." You lay down and pull me onto your body pulling my chest down onto yours. You trace your dick up and down my cunt hitting my clit briefly just wetting its head. Then before you slide it into, me you take hold of my hip and force me down. My pussy already sore takes in the whole shaft. With a hard thrust, you grunt as it bottoms out inside of me. One of the men walks to my ass and begins teasing my anus with his bulging cock head. Swiping across the hole then dipping it in just a bit as you thrust upwards my body is jolted forward as its used.

My head then lifted by that third man, he's holding his cock at my face with the other hand. I see a bead of pre-cum on its head, he tells me "open wide, you need that face fucked little fuck toy." I open wide and welcome the distraction as my sore ass is pounded. 

You let me go a bit helping me to prop up telling me "keep that cock in your mouth, you need all your holes filled up." 

I hear all three of you grunting, all the slapping skin sends chills through me. We all groan and pant as I ride your cock and the one in my ass. I meet each thrust with my own force, while stroking the cock in my mouth. As I twist my mouth around its head, I slam it deep into my throat and pull it back out again. I hear him moan out and feel his legs buckle. He is about to cum. I slow down and ride the other two harder feeling myself about to explode with pleasure. 

I gyrates my hips swirling the cocks in my holes making both men hiss, you both reach for my hips. The one in my ass pulls me back hard as you use my thighs to yank me down. I feel as your about to cum. Your breathing becomes faster and louder you lift your ass trying to get deeper. I can see the man in my mouth is about to finish he can't hold it any longer he moans and grunting panting as he shoots me full of bitter hot jizz. The man in my ass moans out "oh yes that's right! ride my dick slut." You both fight over which direction to pull or push my body as you to try to hold back. I hear as he pants and snorts he's going to cum he lets out a great big "ahhh" he slams deep into my ass and holds his cock in there. It pulses as he drains his load into my ass. 

Your still holding back you reach down and flick my clit looking into my eyes, you whisper with a hissing voice, "that's right fuck that cock, milk it for every drop of cum." Your grunts turn into a moan as you huff and pant still flicking at my clit. A rush of pleasure just burst from my body as I let out a scream coating your cock with more of my juices as you fill my cunt with a steaming load of cum. 

You thrust into me once then twice more making sure you deposit every drop deep into my fuck hole. You lift me off of you and stand up. Before helping me up. You look at me smiling your head tilted to the right. You look out to the room and ask someone. "hey can you get a few towels?" Then as I'm wiping off you jokingly ask, "so you want more?"



Day Trip Act 1



Act One - The Encounter

"The Sanguine Rose?"

"Yup," I replied, concentrating so hard on my book that the pages smoked, "That's the title."

"Pretty silly name for a romance novel, isn't it?" she said. In truth, I couldn't say. I've never read a romance novel. Romance and I had very little in common. Why she figured that the book in my hand was something other than a Political Thriller mystified me. Still, who was I to argue with a complete stranger?

"Sure is," I said, not even bothering to look over at her. "It's a silly sounding title." My flat, neutral voice suited my mood perfectly. I just wanted to read my book and get on with my day and to my destination. Wherever that was.

The woman had other ideas.

"What's it about?" she asked as she crossed the aisle separating us and plopped down in the vacant seat beside me. "What role does a blood-red rose play in the storyline?"

"Huh? Red rose?"

"Yeah. What did you think that 'sanguine' meant?"

Actually, I'd not given it any thought, seeing as I was only twelve pages into the book. It appeared I'd get no further today. I snapped the book closed and turned my head so I could stare outside through the dirty window. The skewed, backwards images rushed by in the reflection on the bus window, the washed out colours bearing only a muted semblance to reality. The faded representations of the buildings and the people who tenanted them flickered in the reflection, details lost by the dusty glass pane. Sometimes I felt as warped as the window, reflecting not what was, but how I'd like things to be.

Unfortunately, things rarely turned out the way I wanted them to. I let out a great sigh that wracked my entire body.

"Melancholy? Why so sad?"

I think I preferred her earlier line of questioning.

A dainty hand moved into my lap, stroking my upper thigh with firm, soothing strokes. The contact shocked me. Women rarely broached my personal space, much less laid their hands upon my person in such an intimate manner. My eyes opened wide as they looked into hers for the first time. Hers were large and round, missing absolutely nothing. They bored into my skull as if mining for precious metal. Her flounced Spanish cretonne dress fluttered in the breeze from the opened ceiling hatches, as did the crimson flower laced through her hair. She possessed a sanguine flower of her own, it seemed. I caught a whiff of spicy soap and sweet perfume, a scent all too soon buried by the reek of diesel exhaust and the uncollected, simmering garbage that stewed in the incredible heat outside. Her diminutive hand never stopped its kneading of my crotch.

Her piercing stare and intimate caress unsettled me terribly. My thoughts jammed up inside my skull, falling over each other haphazardly as they fought to exit my mouth all at once. Me trying to loosen my suddenly thick tongue as I spoke didn't help much. My response sounded like a kid's bleating. I coughed and tried again.

"I don't know, just bummed I guess."

"Just bummed, eh? If you've no real reason to be depressed I'd much rather see you act happy. Save the angst for when you really need it."

Wait a second here! Who in the hell was she to start counseling me? I was about to voice a complaint when her slender hands adroitly unzipped my pants and fished out my penis from my grey slacks. My eyes darted around, looking to see if any of the other passengers noticed us, though we were alone at the back of the bus. Her nimble fingers danced across the rubbery crown of my cock, inciting it to awaken in a rush of sudden vitality. Her deft touches had me flagpole-straight in no time.

The gentle to and fro swaying of the bus matched the rocking motions she applied to my cock. All the while her wide, liquid eyes didn't once register the peculiarity of our situation. She acted as if every person who rode the bus let strangers whack them off.

"Who are you?" I whispered. "Why are you doing this?"

"Does it really matter? Regardless of what I tell you, would you really wish me to stop?" A pink slip of tongue ran across her upper lip, slicking down her full, pouty mouth with natural gloss. Her petite grip held my cock in its velvet jaws. Her tongue flicked lazily over my cockhead, massaging the couple drops of precome into the hot skin of my pulsing shaft.

"It's just that I might want you to stop, yes. How do I know you're not some prostitute looking to score a few bucks?"

If my words offended her, she didn't let on. A provocative smile lethargically crept across her beestung lips. How she could lean so close to me yet remain firmly planted in her seat was beyond me. Her exquisite manual technique had my hips trembling, just longing to buck upwards into her grasp. The reverberations of the powerful bus engine pulsed through my entire being. My teeth chattered from the motor's vibration. That, and her wonderful handjob.

"If I'm a whore, then I hereby agree to forego my usual charges," she said.

"What do you want from me!" My patience had evaporated like the last puddle in the month-long heatwave we were presently suffering through. I refused to listen to any more of her evasions. Women always wanted to ferret out something. "No woman does anything for free."

"No woman, or no one? Why are you so down on women this afternoon?"

Shit! She goaded a person like a therapist, angering folks into saying things that they never meant to. I'd have to be careful around her.

"You know what I mean," I said, sounding much too defensive. "People don't do things like that."

"The people you know don't do things like this," she countered. "Helping a fellow traveler in distress is a noble act. Perhaps the world would be much better if people would take the time to help others." She lowered her head halfway to my crotch and released a gobbet of spit. The frothy ball landed on the tip of my penis. Her soft, delicate hand quickly worked it into the hot skin of my cock. Her massaging became erratic, her pud-pulling as random and violent as the jostling of the bus when it hit a broken patch of road or slammed into a pothole. Every bump that the bus traversed transmitted itself through my cockmeat via her tight, grasping hand. 

As much as her talk annoyed me, I'd be the first to admit that she had me feeling pretty good. My head may have been bowed in a display of private irritation, but I had quite the concealed smile on my lips. Fuck, my cock felt great! The strumming of her fingers upon my most delicate of instruments mirrored the thumping of my heart within my chest, the gentle body music so incongruous with the harsh banging of the steel coffin that hurtled over the road. The touch of her pliant hand soothed me, even though she was a complete stranger to me. How quickly she became important to me, this woman whose name I didn't even know.

Didn't want to know, truth be told. Her tag meant absolutely nothing. The content of the package mattered, not its trappings.

The intimacy of the contact and my apparent need of it scared the shit out of me. I didn't like getting this close to people, not even people I've known for years. I gingerly pulled her hands from my throbbing prick and placed them into her lap. She recaptured my gaze with her puzzled expression.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No," I rasped, "you did everything right. That's the problem. I gotta go." I thrust my exposed part back into my pants and pulled the bell cord. This small chime sounded, drowned out by the screeching of the wheels as the tin coffin ground to a halt at the next street corner.

I pushed by her and went to the rear doors, eager to leave this meddlesome woman behind. The creaky door sprang open as I stepped down onto the lowest step, allowing the acrid air to pour onto the bus. I leaped into the foul miasma, welcoming its stygian embrace. I was shocked when something soft pressed itself into my back. I half-turned. The woman's lush curves and hillocks moulded themselves to me. All I could see was the top of her curly head, the luxurious mass of ringlets cascading down her back, running like unruly rivers over her smooth, bare shoulders and down her spine all the way to her firm, plump buttocks.

"Your stop as well, it seems."

"What if I said it was?" Her reply sounded muffled, seeing how her face was jammed tightly against my spine.

"Then I'd ask you where we were."

She pulled her face from my back and looked around briefly. The office towers reached up to the heavens like the splayed fingers of some buried Titan, thrusting his hands skyward in search Zeus' forgiveness.

"Wherever you stand, that's where you are," she replied a moment later. "Where do you think we are?"

Amazingly, I'd expected such an oblique answer from her.

"You don't know where we are, do you?"

"Neither do you." she said. She giggled as my body tensed up. There would be no sense lying, my body's reaction told her more than my words would. She knew that I had fled the bus to escape her. An incredibly stupid thing to do, and quite the ineffective maneuver as things turned out.

"Where are we going?" she asked as he slid her hand into mine. The tiny, moist hand melded perfectly into my own. Her head darted to and fro like a small bird’s scanning the horizon for predators.

When I didn't answer, the pixyish woman looked up into my face, searching my mind as she had the terrain mere seconds ago. Her furrowed brow told me that she found me to be much more inscrutable than the land around us.

"Well, what's the plan?" Her dainty feet, sheathed in white leather pumps clicked irritably on the concrete slabs of the sidewalk. She expected an answer, and wanted it soon.

I had no ready answer for her.

"Silence, hey? In that case, we're going this way." She pulled me along behind her as if my lack of words meant consent to her wishes. "There should be a beautiful park around here. I think it'd be nice if we took a little stroll."

"Why would I want to do that?"

"Tell me a good reason why you wouldn't want to do it, and I'll leave you alone."

The truth was I had nowhere to be. If I wasn't working, I wasn't living. Not to say that I liked my job or anything, just that I hated my life even more than I did my work. Work gave me purpose. Without it, I wandered aimlessly, like today. Today was my first day among the ranks of the unemployed, and I had no idea what I should be doing with myself.

"Come, it's over here," she prompted. Obediently I followed her, letting her lead the way. "I'm sure you'll like it. Besides, now that you've lost your book what else do you have to do today?"

Lost my book? I looked down at my empty hands. I hadn't even realized that the book was missing. "You left it on the bus seat when you pushed past me," she said. I guess you were in a hurry to get to your destination.”

I wouldn't crack my teeth on that comment. If she knew I'd forgotten it, why hadn't she brought it along?

"Look how you're acting, and I came empty-handed. Imagine if I brought you a gift!" she said, answering my unasked question. "A woman likes to have one hundred percent of a man's attention. That's hard to get when his eyes are fastened to the pages of a book."

Fair enough. This woman was certainly more interesting than any book, that was for sure! But I still didn't know what she wanted with me. I’d never find out if I didn't go with her. I allowed her to pull me the three blocks to the park. We stood at the threshold, standing by the entrance.

"You ready?" she asked.

"I think so." 

"Pathetic. A man should be decisive. Let's go." She started walking, her high heeled stiletto pumps clacking loudly against the sidewalk. I had to hustle to keep up with her lest my arm be wrenched out of its socket. She certainly possessed a fine figure, her small frame enhanced beautifully by the wide generous hips, slender legs, and fat breasts. I always liked women with long, thick hair. She had that in spades. She possessed a tight package stuffed to bursting in all the right places. Yes, it wasn't only curiosity that prompted me to follow her. She paid me the most attention a woman had in ages.

"Stop dawdling," she said. "Keep up or be left behind."

"What if I said I want to be left behind?" I asked. An insolent grin painted my features, one I couldn’t get rid of.

"I won't let you," she replied, a smirk crossing her own features. "You're coming with me." Her small hand jetted out, grabbing me by the cock. She strangled the stiffening serpent hiding inside the confines of my grey slacks. Her smirk became a full-blown smile. "One of you wants to come with me, anyway. Why deny him?" She gave my prick three good pumps with her hand before releasing me and gliding away.

Her charisma wrapped me in bonds stronger than steel chain. I'd follow her all right, follow her until I could figure out this vixen’s game.

At least, that was the lie I told myself.

§§§



Day Trip Ch. 02



Author's note: This is the second in the Day Trip trilogy. It would probably be best if you read "Day Trip" first, but the story more or less stands on its own. Copyright 2001

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My eyes open slowly, its still dark, was it all a dream? Am I going to have to deal with the embarrassment of a wet dream too? I realize that I’m lying with my arm draped over her, her fingers lightly wrapped around my wrist, my hand possessively holding her breast, her nipple taught but not fully erect poking through the fabric of her borrowed T shirt. 

I’m hungry, tired, suffering from a classic case of cotton mouth, I’m sure I look like the monster from the dark lagoon, with my hair sticking up. I slowly open my eyes and she’s lying there looking at me with a half smile. 

“good morning...” I mumble... 

what the fuck do I say now? Is that a grin of “I wish I hadn’t done that?” or a smile of “let’s do it again!” “you ok...?” I start lamely, ok, like THAT’S going to unlock the secrets of the world... But what can you expect, My mind hasn’t kicked in yet, I desperately need my coffee. 

“I’m great!” is her unexpected response... 

“umm.... I really enjoyed last night...”  Ok not a great start, not really bright, Maybe I should try to kiss her, but what if she pulls away? Am I ready to handle that rejection before my first cup? I realize that my finger has started to caress her nipple during my indecision and her nipple if becoming erect, I’m afraid to move, afraid she’ll get up, roll away, or the very worst case say... something... I don’t know, woman like... ya know the negative comments that aren’t really negative but leave all the negative side open for interpretation... 

The thought passes through my mind... Men are from Mars...  did you know that venus is the only planet that revolves backwards...? Appropriate don’t ya think? 

“We need to talk....” Did I really hear that? Is there a more perfect womanly response? Can I do anything more perfectly male than sigh and roll over? Right! I’m lying there next to the woman of my fantasies, holding her breast in my hand, enjoying the reaction I’m getting... Like I’m going to meekly roll over and talk?... Yep. Exactly! 

“I know you have... um... concerns...” Am I in a fucking board meeting? Is there a colder way of saying anything?  “I wouldn’t ever cause you any embarrassment... But I’d really like to.... Ummmmm...” Again the cursed blush, I’m trying to talk her into fucking me, I look like hell, I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck (Albeit a very cute truck), not my best negotiating position I’ve ever found myself in. “.... Make you feel good again...” 

She rolled over towards me and I felt her hand slide around my soft member... kind of rolling it in her hand, gently stroking it up and down gripping it as it lengthens and grows. 

“I’d like that too... but first we need some ground rules...” SURE! Anything you want babydoll... Back to the marry you and have your babies, stopping trains, stop a speeding bullet with my teeth, Jumping of very tall buildings in a single bound thing... 

“No strings, No long term emotions, just sex, when we can...” are her terms... 

The exact situation I’ve been trying to find for years... With the most beautiful, tender, sexiest woman I could’ve asked for... what am I going to say? 

Nope, cornering the market in stupidity for the second time in one 24 hour period... “are you sure you can handle that?” Great! One word is all that was needed... Just say ok, roll over and fuck her again and I come up with that? 

She shyly lowers her head... not looking me in the eye anymore, a look... a frown crosses her face...  “I’m willing to try if you are...” almost a whisper, as if I’m going to say no... 

“Ohh....” Is the only thing I can say... her hand feels so awesome stroking my now fully erect cock, the tingles are taking over... I’m trying to keep focused on this conversation... but... I’m... oh soooo close... 

“you’d better stop or I’m... ohh god.... I’m going to.....”  The woman is definitely a sales woman... “I’m not stopping until I get your answer,” with the evil smile on her face... She already has her answer.... It’s about to explode in her hand... and she knows it... I never noticed this cruel streak in her before... 

“yess......” almost a protracted hiss, and my head goes back, her hand speeding up... “ohh I’m Oh!...” Each word drawn out, my hips begin to pump and again I see the red flashes, the white streaks behind my eyelids as my cock rears to its fullest and I begin to cum... My body jerking with every spurt, the cum dribbling down around her hand between the forceful shots, I’m totally in her control now... the focus of my world down to my intensely throbbing and tingling cock... Shooting strands of cum from between her fingers. “Oh!... so good.... Ohhhh!” the tingles radiating out of my cock starting to subside... My eyes slowly open and she’s looking at me... She leans down to kiss me and my arms come from behind my head to take her into my arms... I’m kissing her back, hard... her hand still holding me possessively... 

“I love that silly look you get on your face when you cum...” and a girlish giggle... Great! Why didn’t you just say I wish you were bigger, I wish you could cum more, I wish you had bigger balls, Will I ever cum without being self conscious again? Right you ass! As if you have any conscious thought at all while your mind dissolves around your spurting cock! 

“what did I just agree too?” laughing... this is a fun woman! 

“Everything my heart desires...” is her laughing response, a painfully true statement.

She got up and strolled to the bathroom, her borrowed T shirt not quite hanging low enough to completely hide the curves of her ass, the tuft of hair peeking from below the joint of her legs, fine, silky and barely visible. She laughs as she throws me a towel to clean up. 

As I wipe off my chest, stomach and try to remove the strands mixed with my pubic hair I hear the shower start, and see the T shirt fall to the floor. I rise, walk to the sink, unwrap a glass and rinse my mouth out... My legs rubbery, I look through the door, the steam beginning to escape the shower curtain, and walk in. As I pulled the shower curtain to the side and slid in I ogled her back, such nice lines, thin but not skinny, voluptuous but not fat, and I realize this is the first time I’ve seen her naked. 

My hands slide slowly around her body, pulling her tight against me, grasping her breasts, rolling her nipples, her head falls back onto my shoulder. My hand sliding lower, across her stomach, that little rise that no one can get rid of regardless of how hard you exercise. 

I hear the quick intake of breath as my finger travels over her clit, slipping between her lips, feeling that moistness, the silkiness of which water can never replace. Sliding slowly inside her, not deep just inside, my palm flattens out against her clit... Man what an awesome clit, large but not freakish, getting harder with every rub, my finger sliding a little deeper, her hips beginning to tense. 

“oh.... That feels nice.... “ barely heard over the sound of the water. Success! Now if I twist a little does that feel better? “Ahh....” Ok that was good but not good enough yet... how about if I do this? And my finger does the little come hither move against her G spot... 

“mmmmmmm.... Ohh.... You’re.... Unnnnnh..... you’re going to.... Ohh.... Make me cum....” She moans, her hips now keeping time with my fingers 

Now that’s more like it... a little more pressure on her clit with my palm should send her over... maybe if I gently pull on her nipple a little with my other hand... 

Her hips are rubbing against me, my semi rigid cock pressing up against her ass as my hands try to bring her off. Her nipple is hard in my fingers, her inner walls are clenching my fingers, and I realize I want to watch her face as she cums but its too late now... 

“OH! Unghf! Ohh cumming.... Oh yes! Oh yesssssssss!” Her hips shudder with each wave that courses through her body, her moisture flowing over my finger, gathering, only to mix with the water from the shower, I love the tingles that start as her hips bump against my now hard cock, nestled between her cheeks... Her knee gives out on her as the sensation flows through her body, almost visibly as she shakes through her cum and she’s supporting part of her weight against my palm, still rubbing circles over her clit, finger still massaging her inner walls feeling each tingle of her orgasm through the rhythmic contractions of her pussy. 

She turns her head to kiss my cheek, and laughingly says... “sealed with an orgasm...” and she bends over to pick the soap up out of the soap tray... 

“Ohhhh! GOD! Don’t do that woman!” and we laugh together as my hardness slides between her cheeks and the tingles flash through me. I feel like a 17 year old, ready to go again, at my age no small feat. 

She turns and begins to soap me up, “I’ll do yours if you do mine...” and again that wonderful giggle, her hands running up my body to soap my chest, sliding down to soap my stomach, my rigidness in her hands once again, a gentle pump as I look her in the eye... 

“Hmmm... that feels good...” is the only thing I can say. 

“Nope not going to waste this one...” and she laughs at me again as shespins me to wash my back. I rub the soap in my hands and now its my turn... My hands lingering on her back, trailing down to cup the cheeks of her ass... What a nice ass! She turns and my hands trail over her chest, around her breasts, over her nipples, watching as they come to attention poking through the soap suds. 

“You said last night, you wanted to try everything you’ve been afraid of trying... any ideas? Anything in particular you want to try?” Visions of trying all sorts of kinky stuff run through my head, making her cum on the train, fingers wet and her chest heaving, tying her to the bed and fucking her for hours (yeah right! Like I have that kind of stamina but hey fantasies are fantasies right?), oral sex in the dressing room... ummmmmm.... What else?.... 

her response is nothing other than a grin... 

Ok we’re back to the planet that revolves the wrong way... what the fuck did that mean? Does that mean she recants her desire? Was it just a statement in the passion of the evening? Does that mean anything goes? What does she want? 

She giggles as she turns off the hot water, ducking out of the water spray as it turns cold as ice. I almost fall as I try to lunge from the cold spray... “I thought you needed a cold shower...” she laughs at me slipping the towel around her in that so feminine way... ya know, the towel covering both the breasts and the tuft of hair just barely peeking out underneath, the promise of what’s under there even more erotic than seeing the whole thing... well, ok, maybe not, but still erotic as hell. 

“So what did you want to try?” I ask her as we settle on the bed, the towel rising just enough to give me a glance of her puffy lips, and tuft of hair... About as subtle as a brick... the suave debonair idiot that I am... 

I watch as the blush creeps through her cheeks... “ oh I don’t know...” is her meek response... “I’ve always kind of... ummmm wanted to...” is she ever going to spit it out... have I ever been found any pending statement this interesting in my life? Probably not... “feel what its like to... ummmm be controlled...” a really shy giggle escapes her. 

Now what else could a guy ask for? The woman of his fantasies asking to be “controlled?” but wait... what the fuck does that mean? Does she want to be forced to give pleasure or receive it? Does she want to let go of her inhibitions or be bound? Fuck where do I start? The only thing I’m absolutely sure of is that now is not the time to laugh... and what do I do? Yep you guessed it... a chuckle slips out... 

A hurt look passes over her face... her head drops, and I wrap my arms around her... “I would love to fill any and all of your fantasies sweetheart... One rule, no pain... and if there is anything you can’t bring yourself to do just say the word “butter”...” Butter? Butter? Where the fuck did THAT come from? I can feel her body relax as she sinks into my arms... comfortable. 

“Ok...” and I stand up and walk to the chair in the room... “Stand up...” I almost whisper, gentle but demanding... “drop the towel...” and she stands before me naked under my view... My goodness she is beautiful... Her nipples harden under my gaze, and she starts to bring her hands up her sides to cover herself... “No... leave your hands down” I have her turn this way, and that... marveling at beautiful she is... 

“you’re beautiful...” and again she blushes... “ touch your nipples... make them hard for me...” her hands slide up her sides to caress her nipples, they rise even more to her touch, “are you wet? Do you like this... Do you like being on display for me?” and she gives me that imploring look... the one only women can do properly, the one that says if you have to ask, you’re too stupid to deserve and answer... But I insist she answers, “Do you like it? does it turn you on to know that you excite me?” and she smiles a little.... “yes...” a whispered cute yes, a yes dripping with eroticism, actually the most erotic yes I’ve ever heard... “Rub your clit for me...” again quiet but insistent... “ I want you to cum for me...” she slides her hand down, trailing through the tuft of hair... middle finger sliding between her puffy lips, dragging out her moisture, I know how excited she is... 

“ohhhhhhhh...  a moan slips from between her lips.... “Sit here...facing me...” and I indicate my lap as I sit in the overstuffed arm chair. 

She slips her legs over the arms of the chair, her wet pussy only inches away from my towel covered hardness, tenting in my lap, and she begins stroking her clit again... “ohhhhh.... Unnnnnnnnnngh....” A long protracted sigh... 

“Don’t cum yet... Keep rubbing but don’t you dare cum...” she leans back just slightly, trying to rub my cock through the towel, Trying to goad me into fucking her as her pleasure mounts... “please, Ohh I want .... Oh.... I want to cum.... please, please Oh let me cum for you....” She pleads. 

“not yet...” and I watch as her finger slows down just perceptibly... “don’t slow down... but don’t cum...” I am such a prick! But from the sounds of her juices as her finger slides over her clit she’s enjoying this too... “look at me... open your eyes...” 

“Please.... Ohh.... Please let me cum....” I have now died and gone to heaven! The woman of my fantasies is asking my permission to cum... sitting right on my lap, just inches away from my cock... Her juices sliding down between her legs, gathering on my thigh... 

“ok... cum... but look at me when you do... look into my eyes...” Her hand traces the circles faster, I know that she’s gone over the edge, she has to cum now... her eyes slits, I watch as they roll back on her head, as she looses touch with the here and now... I watch the tingles course through her body, feel her thighs squeezing the chair, watch as her juices seep from deep within... Her breasts bounce with each shudder, her nipples hard points on her chest, her hand a blur, as her hips thrust with each wave of her orgasm... 

“Ohhhhhhhhhh!... unnnnnnghf....” Almost a wail now... her stomach fluttering rhythmically, Her pussy, deep pink, wet, flowing, inflamed, pulsing with the depth of her cum... “oooooooooh!..... oooohhhh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.... Unnnnnnnnngh....” The expression on her face changes... from one f intense pleasure, on the brink of pain, to one of satisfaction as her eyes come back into focus, an embarrassed smile on her face. 

“oh no my dear, you didn’t keep your eyes open... cum again... look at me while you cum...” her eyes widen... “I... I... can’t... not again... please....” Again the whispered response... 

“cum for me now... cum into my eyes...” and her hand speeds up.. her breathing becoming erratic, she is forcibly trying to keep her eyes open as her hand speeds up, the tight circles I have come to know signals her impending orgasm... Her breathing becomes ragged once again, and again the flow of juices down over my thighs... Her moaning even louder this time as she crests, breast shaking, thighs quivering... rhythmic pulsing of her pussy, she’s looking into my eyes as I watch her cum, aware that I’m watching her, only intensifying her orgasm... her hand slows... I want this woman so bad it hurts. I want to lay her down and slide into her, I want to fuck her hard... 

“was that good this time?” her coy question... 

“yes... very good my pet...” my confident answer... who the fuck do I think I’m kidding! My whole body is shaking with desire, my cock taught, pulsing... 

As I stand up, her legs wrap around my body, and I gently lay her down on the bed, my hard cock at her moist opening... and I slide forward, just slightly, the head just barely penetrating her, her hips rise to meet mine, trying to pull me in, I can feel the walls of her wet, warm pussy drawing on me, pulling me deeper into her. 

The tingles as I slide into her are indescribable, unbearable, delicious, radiating through my body as I slide deeper into her, her hips leaving the bed, setting up the perfect angle as I slide deep into her, just touching bottom, filling her completely. Long slow pulling out of her, I feel her crest once again, the rhythmic contractions of her pussy putting me over the edge once again. Cumming so hard that it feels as if body and soul are pouring into her... 

“Ohh!... Cum with me!” she shrieks in my ear... her shrieks lost in my groans as I pulse in her... My weight coming down off my elbows to rest on her... we fit so well together... her legs wrapped around my back... so nice, so warm, so soft... her nipples the only hardness against my chest, my head falling to her chest, hugging her, “so nice... sooooo niceeee she whispers in my ear as our breathing once again returns to normal... 



Day Trip in NJ



It was an outing to the beach. The ride is short, so we try something new. 

First, lunch at the rest stop. You were dressed in a short skirt, with a blouse that opens down the front. It's colorful and pretty, bringing out the best in your eyes, hair and me. Only the two of us knew what would happen on this ride. And only I knew everything. We sit next to each other in the booth. You on the outside. As we eat the early lunch, My hand drifts to your leg. It slides up your thigh. You feel the heat from my fingers as they touch the waistband of the panties you were told to wear. I grip them and pull hard. They resist, but begin to come down your thigh. You begin to rise, give me access, but I hold you to the seat. You have no say in this. I need no help.

You feel the material grate against your skin as it slides haltingly. I reach over your legs and grip the other side and yank. It also hesitates, but yields to me. With a rush, air hits your fur. You can feel the strands waver in the breeze. You look at your lap and see the crotch appear, stretched out of shape. I grip the first side and pull again. 

The fabric scrapes against your ass as it continues to escape your body.

"Can you pass me that ketchup over there, hon?" And you lean forward to reach it. As you do, I yank the panties from your ass in one swift stroke. They hang around your thighs as you sit. Anyone looking can see this under the table. I continue to slide them down. Over your knees, along your calves. You raise you feet as they fall to your ankles. I reach down and relieve you of this encumbrance.

I bunch them up and place these aromatic goodies in my pocket. They will come in handy later, perhaps.

How's your food?

Ummm is all you manage to say.

As I eat, I search in my bag. You see this, but are distracted by the wetness on the seat beneath you. You know you are trickling onto it. The need is here, but can't be sated. But the smile on my face makes you wonder.

I am doing something beside you. You want to look, but know better. It is maddening, isn't it, to know that something is being prepared for you, but are unable to see what it is. That it is not for you to know until it is time to experience it.

I ask you to put the ketchup back. And once again you lean forward, bringing your ass off the seat. You feel the air cool the moisture on your skin. It excites you. as you begin to sit, something hard taps your skin. Slowly, I caution.

It nudges against your ass. You move back onto it slowly...gently...it is slippery...aahh. It slides into you. You feel the collar of muscle wrap around the plastic. It's snap is almost audible. The sting is there, but the plug is small, and dissipates rapidly. With a start, you realize, it is fixed to the bench. Suction holds it there. 

I'm sorry, could I have that ketchup again. You lean forward to reach it. But the plug is unyielding and holds you to the seat. It pulls at you and it feels good. You are getting wetter. You rise again and the pull returns. And again. You smile. It is like this for a few times until you reach the bottle and pass it to me. You smile, knowing it is you who fuck your ass. Or is it the bench, the restaurant? Either feels just as good. You long to touch yourself, but are ordered not to. I do it instead. Clear to any who care to look, I sweep the skirt up your legs and dip a finger between them. You are slippery, hot and wanting. Already, from long experience I judge your lips swollen and open.

Eat your food.

As you eat with both hands on the table, fork shaking over Green Giant corn, One of mine is in your lap - two fingers nestled deep inside. I caress you, stroke the supple tissues with loving intensity. You can feel every grain and swirl of each of my fingers as the explore familiar terrain. One finds the cervix and tickles it softly. Another strokes crease of the inner wall just past the lips. I wriggle them just like a child's walking finger game. It makes you jump, but the plug holds you still for me.

The task of eating becomes harder with every second of increasing need. The spoon will not hold the corn now, let alone the fork. But the spoon is all you trust yourself with as you've already dropped more food onto the table, floor and self that has managed to reach your mouth. Your breathing is faster, coming in short pants. I know you're close now, you're biting your lips, squeezing your eyes shut.

I won't let you come until the meal is done. Eat everything.

A whimper escapes, and you try harder to eat. My god, this is impossible, you think. It feels too good, but you know I will keep my promise, and you need to cum now. So you eat. Mindlessly, with a throbbing need in your belly and below. I stroke and wriggle inside you, tormentingly close to releasing the need, but as you approach, I slow and stop until it hangs on the edge tottering, tilting, sliding, but not going over.

...please... you whimper between mouthfuls. You hardly chew as you take the food in. I caution you to chew, then breathe. Warn you how embarrassing it would be to have someone rush over to perform the Heimlich maneuver at this particular point. You smile as the image forms and then laugh out loud. Someone looks over - away, then back in a classic double take as he sees what is happening. Good. We have an audience, love.

You look up around and find him watching with a smile. He winks at you. You turn back to me and bury your head for a moment in my shoulder.

C'mon, eat your food.

My fingers increase their actions inside as you near the end of your dinner. I tell you to take an ice cube from the glass and place it in the bra I had you wear. You thought it was uncomfortable before, but as the sliver of ice nestles inside, you know new heights. The shock pushes you further to the edge. Your breathing becomes sharp. There is one forkful of food left. If you can spear it, release will be with the swallow.

Painfully slow, careful not to spill it. You raise it to your lips, cold now, unappetizing, but never so wanted as now, you take it into your mouth. It is rubbery, as are you, from waiting so long, you chew it. My fingers increase their pressure against the walls of your womb and cervix. They are like a dervish inside. Small sounds come from you as you chew. Waiting for me to tell you to swallow, you look pleading into my eyes. 

Between the plastic in your ass, my fingers assaulting your cervix and waiting for it, you are about to burst. The food, thoroughly chewed now begins to liquefy. I tell you to swallow. As you do, I hook you inside and drive against your clit with my thumb. I tap and strum it until it bursts with the need and surrenders to it in a wash of light and crashing sound. You clamp your mouth shut and force back the urge to scream as the waves hit you.

Almost too much, you bury you face in my shoulder and clutch my other hand in a death grip as the waves threaten to wash you away. But they subside. And my fingers per instead of drive and thrust. Stroke and cuddle. I slide them out and hand them to you. You kiss each one and them pat them dry with a napkin.

Lunch over. I ask, "would you like dessert?" You laugh and say you've already had it.

I tell you it's time to leave then. Be careful getting up. You know the thing will hurt coming out this way, but you brace yourself and in on motion rise from it. It slips from with a small noise and surprisingly - no pain at all. But the moisture you've shed is cooly present. Smoothing your skirt, you leave the booth. I reach with a napkin and scoop up the thing as I rise. 

As we pass, our voyeur can sense your perfume, I'm sure. He does smile and wink at us, salute to me, as we pass. We can hear him talking in excited tones to his friend as we close the dinner door. They both watch from the window as we kiss, hug each tightly then enter our car. If they only knew what the rest of the ride would be like, they'd follow. But that's another story.

Part two

At the car, you get into the back and sit quietly. We drive a small distance - to the next exit off the turnpike. As the road quiets I pull over to the side. You stay in the car. I go to the trunk to retrieve the equipment we'll need for the rest of the trip.

Returning, I place a loop of rope around your wrist. and another around your knee. I take the ends of these and tie them to the arm rest of the closed door. This pulls your arm and knee to the door, opening you on this side. I repeat the process on the other side. You now are spread eagled in the middle of the car seat. You arms are a little uncomfortable, but distraction will be provided. I slip my hands under your butt and slide you forward on the seat until you are slouched and broadly open to me. Remember the panties? They, bunched are stuffed into your wet crotch. They sop up your now free flowing moisture. I touch your clit gently. It makes you jump and gasp. Your mouth opens and I kiss it. 

As you sit there, pantiless, skirt up around your waist, I begin to unbutton your blouse. With each button more of your skin shines through to daylight. It is colorful and clear and makes me want to lick every inch of you until you squirm and strain at the bindings so hard they creak. 

Blouse open, the only thing left is the bra. I produce a pair of large scissors. They look frightening as I slip a blade under a strap and snip. You feel the fabric tickle as it falls on your skin. The other is cut. You start to protest - is this a good bra? I'll buy you another for all the time you wear one. Then the cold blade slides up your ribs and rests under your outstretched arms. You wish that I'd hurry in case someone stops to help us. It makes you chuckle. I think I've tickled.

Snip. This side falls open and exposes the side of your breast to me.

Snip. The last falls away and you appear in full glory. Nipples rosy pink and flushed with excitement, just begging to be kissed. So I do. I suck it into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it. You have always tasted good, now is no exception. I grip the nipple in my lip covered teeth and squeeze. You push your breast into my mouth as best you can, but the ropes keep you at bay. I hold both of your breasts full in my hands and squeeze just a little until you moan slightly. It seems that you're ready for a gag. Can't have you distracting my driving with moans and such. So I get the forgotten panties, now very damp with your juices, and stuff them into our mouth. You taste bitter to yourself. It could be the diet coke. 

Oh, my. How much did you drink?

My hands are under you again - raising you up a little. Just enough to place a butt plug inside you. It slides in easily. Your body remembers it from only a short while ago. In fact it still feels warm. Nestled inside, gripped by that collar of muscle, the sting is welcome and you feel the need rising again.

Open to the world this way, I leave you to drive us the rest of the way to our beach. There is just enough freedom to push the friendly plastic an inch out against the seat and then let it slide back inside. It feels oh so good to have something hard there pushing against you. Invading you and you sit spread and helpless. 

The car has started, you feel the vibrations acutely now. From the ropes tugging you this and that pulling that way. The invader in your butt seems to rest on something that carries road feel right up into you. But you wish for something else just as my hand reaches back through the seats to finger you. It is crude and hardly my style, but feels good to have attention paid. As we stop at a light a horn blows and you look up to see a trucker gaping in on you with a huge grin. You realize, you can do nothing about your exposure, not even smile back. As this occurs to you, something presses against your lips. It is large and hard and utterly alien.

You look down at a wooden baseball bat trying to gain access. You look up quickly at me in surprise. I smile evilly back. We both know it will not fit, but propped as it is against console on one end and nestled into you at the other, it is wedged secure. As the car starts again, the road's every contour transmits itself to your lips, your ass and against your limbs. It is something new to you. It is as if your being attacked from every direction at the same time. Assaulted in every way at once.

I seem to pick the spaces in the road that cause the most effect on the bat and plug. The need rises. The trucker has kept pace. But you are oblivious as the need mounts more and more. With each gentle thrust of the bat as it spreads your lips and tries to insinuate itself inside you, it grows. As each squeeze of the muscle in your ass caresses the plug as it tries to meet the bat. You begin to make noise again. I tap my knuckles on the bat making it ring sharply at your opening. Oh god, you are going to cum any minute if this keeps up. What a delightful feeling to be so exposed, helpless and invaded on every front. It's as if the car, the road and the truck next to us are all fucking you witless.

Every stop and start is a test of your strength as it drives or pulls the bat to and from you. You can see your moisture sliding down the wood making it glisten as it throb on you. You see all of the traffic now as we near a small shore town. The truck is beside us still. He signals to you. To your mouth and then to him. He wants your panties. You smile as best you can. If I let you, you will give them to him. You push out your chest to him and jiggle your breasts. He pulls on his horn in appreciation.

The light has changed. I ask if you're all right. I see in the mirror a nod and strained smile. The need is strong. I can smell it on you. I reach back and slide a finger around the junction of bat to lips. It's really trying to get in I tell you. But you already know that. On the way home, I'll wrap your breasts and tie them off too. Maybe string clamps to your nipples.

Another bump in the road and the bat drives against you. It touches your clit or makes your lips touch the clit. Or it is merely your imagination as your clit wants so badly to be touched. But the need crests and falls attacks and retreats. With each dip in the road, it is closer and closer. We are on the two lane highway now. Only miles from our destination. But this road has not been paved, instead it is old county concrete roadway with a bead of material every so often on a regular rhythm. It pushes you more and harder. The plastic vibrates in your ass. It nudges that sensitive tissue that separates ass from womb. And you...are...going...tO...CUMMMM! You buck against the bounds and the car, the plastic, ropes, bat and road all conspire to form a tidal wave that pushes you into a storm you've never felt. It clouds you vision, drives you in epileptic fits against the ropes in frantic escape. But it doesn't end. The bat still has the rhythm and the plastic still invades and the waves just keep coming and coming. You taste yourself in your panties and suck in the juice as the waves still crash. 

I speed up the car and the bat hits harder against your lips. It has edged inside, just a little. More if you could push against it. But the ropes keep you prisoner for the waves of passion and physical need that threaten to black you out. 

Almost like actual blows the need hits on you. Again and again. t's a good thing the panties are there, because the noise you make with them is loud enough. A guttural roar keeping pace with each wave's crest. I pull over to the side of the road, worried. You continue to cum and cum. Sweat drenches your face. But with the resting car, it subsides. You slump within the bonds. The truck stops behind us. But he stays, politely in his cab - watching.

You can see me only barely through the haze of orgasm. I reach you. Grasp your body close hug you warmly. 

You all right?

...uhnnnnnhmnn... is al that emerges when I remove your panties.

You've been cumming for ten miles now. I figured we better stop before you passed out. I'll be right back. I run to the truck and hand the driver the panties. I saw him, too. He asks if we do this kind of thing often. I tell often enough and return to you. He keeps his truck there, shielding us as I undo the ropes, remove the bat. You crawl into my lap and I hold you there, still impaled in back, for a long time.

The day was warm, the water was fine, and the swimming was pretty good too. The way home was just as I promised. Tied from the knees, wrists, each wrapped breast, and the nipples. The torture was sublime you told me again and again begging to go riding again.. 

And the trucker travels the roads along the Jersey shore looking for us to this day, I'm sure.



Day Trip



"ohhhhhhhhhhhh...." She moans. "FUCK! I need to cum so bad... will she think less of me if I join her in orgasmic bliss? Why didn't you just cum while she was... she never would've known... you idiot!" are the thoughts going through my head. My hand still wrapped around her nipple, my other still wrapped around my cock, one stroke, one slight stroke and I'm off... 

She rolls over and I'm fucked. She came and is now sated. But the light snaps on. Great.

"Did you enjoy watching that?" is her accusatory question. 

"Of course!" Is my instant honest reply. 

"Do you want to cum now? Will you cum for me? I've always wanted to watch a man do that" 

"I don't know if I could stop now if I wanted to..." is my blushing reply and my hand begins to move out of my control again,... one hand trailing over her body tracing down over her mound, tangling in the sparse hair there feeling her erect clit, her parted wet lips, her juices trailing down between her legs, and as my finger slips between her lips to feel her core I go over the edge... the other stroking the full length of my raging hardness. The tingles racing through my body I lose touch with reality... 

My hips thrusting I feel the cum race up my hard length, the cum shooting out in waves, the white arches flying out and landing on my chest, one shot... "unnnnnnnhf!" and the between shots dribble lubricates my hand, the tingles triple... I've completely lost control, lost in my orgasm, another shot.... "ohhhhhhhhh!" louder this time... and I feel her hand on the head of my cock as I shoot the next stream of pearly white cum... "ohhh! GOD!... ohhhhhhhh!" I moan through the next few shots... The tingles from her hand as it wraps around my cock almost too much to bear, sliding up and down my shaft, tickling my balls... 

The tingles begin to subside, the cum I've been waiting for all night, sliding slowly away, I open my eyes to see her licking her fingers... "mmmmmm.... Tastes good!" and she giggles... I look into her eyes and blush, a little embarrassed at the intensity of my orgasm... 

As I listen to her say, "That was the single most erotic thing I've ever seen" my embarrassment abates... She rolls back over and turns off the light... I roll away from her and feel her snuggle up to my back... "I know I promised not to touch" is my lame conclusion to this event... and she giggles 

"I'm glad you did..." is her leading response... Great! now what the fuck do I do.. Do I roll over and kiss her? Do I touch her? Do I try to make her cum again, do I just lightly and lovingly caress her body? Two schools of thought, post coital cuddles and post coital cigarette, I know I typically fall into the post coital cigarette camp but I really do want the cuddles this time.

It seems as if only minutes have passed, but it seems as if I have been asking myself these questions for hours.... I realize I've drifted off as I come out of my slumber. I can feel her hand on my hip, her hand sliding slowly down to wrap around my hardening member, the one that I thought would never get hard again, The one I thought had blown its last load, the load to end all loads.... But making me proud it seems to be rising once again. 

Her hand's rhythm on me is speeding up, my hand slides back between her legs, no shorts there... when did she take them off? Who gives a fuck you idiot! Why do I have to think these stupid thoughts? She rolls over on her back and I roll over to face her, tracing circles around her nipple, so close but not quite touching, "are you sure you want to do this...?" ok brilliant I may never be but I have to make sure.... 

"yes... please.... Please.... "is her breathless response... 

I lean over and take her nipple between my lips... "oh.... Yes" her quiet, subtle drawn out response sounding like the snake in Ricky Ticky Tavee... I trail kisses down her stomach, lower pulling her hair between my lips, my tongue reaches out and makes its first contact with her clit... just a glancing blow but her body reacts as if it has been hit with an electrical charge. I slide down and trace her entire pussy with my tongue, lapping like a cat with a flick each time I pass her clit, she trembles with each pass, my finger slides in her, just inside, finding that special spot, just inside at the top, the fleshy area, and her soft walls clench my fingers.... The explosion of sound as she crested muffled by her thighs as I feel her hands on the back of my head, pulling me farther in, I take her clit between my lips, suckling gently and I'm rewarded with a flow of juices rolling down my chin... Her stomach fluttering through her orgasm... 

I slide up her, my raging hard on poised at her entrance... "Do you want me? should I?" Like I could stop now you fucking dumb ass... What if she says no? 

"please... please... Want me.... Please...." And I feel the head slide between her lips, sliding slowly into her, I feel those beautiful thighs wrap around my body, pulling me in... She's clenching me in rhythm, those wonder soft walls pulling me in and I begin to stroke into her, her hips meeting my every thrust. Deep into her, pulling almost all the way out... Her nipples pebbles against my chest, her clit dragging the full length of my cock, her moans loud in my ear... she rises pressing against me as her orgasm ravages her... the juices flowing down over my balls. 

I am close now, but want to hold off until she cums again, speeding up, slowing down, trying to control... I can't hold it back, I need to cum, I'm going to cum.... Can't stop it now.... "cum in me... Please..... ohhhhh I'm cumming again... ohhhh I'mmmmm unnnnnnngh..... cummmmmming nowwwwww!" and her rhythmical squeezing finishes the job... I thrust deeply into her as I begin to shoot deep inside her... nothing exists but the wonderful wet warmth of her sheath squeezing my shooting cock... the tingles running through my body... Cumming so hard.... Grunting in her ear... feeling her hands rubbing the back of my head... 

I begin the descent... The breathless down turn... heart thumping in my chest... I roll off of her and hold her in my arms. Whispered terms of endearment in the darkness... "why did we wait so long...? I want you again right now...I want to do everything I've always been afraid of doing..." the words ringing in my ears.... I slide out of bed and smile as I look out the window... Snow piled up against the building, drifting over the road... we're not going anywhere today....



Day Tripper



My heart filled with pride as I watched my daughter round second base. Then the outfielder made the mental error of lobbing the ball back to the infield. Brook never even slowed down as she watched the left fielder's throw! I held my breath as Brook just barely beat the relay to third base.

How many times had I told her to never make the first or last out of an inning at third base? The fans on our side of the field let out a collective gasp. It was the bottom of the ninth inning of the district championship game. Nine innings! The game had been tied at two after regulation, and now in the second overtime frame, Brook had tripled to lead off!

I had been a baseball fan my entire life but I had never been as excited or as nervous as I was at this moment. My daughter seemed determined to win the game, even if she had to do it single handedly! The next batter struck out on three pitches. Now we had one out and a runner on third. The next batter smashed a one-hopper to third base. Their girl playing third was good. She looked Brook back to the bag and then threw the ball to first, and she put a little extra on it. Brook took off for home!

I couldn't even make a sound. A lump formed in my throat the size of an apple. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. The first baseman caught the ball and fired a bb to the catcher. Brook slid to the back edge of the plate as the catcher brought the ball around for the tag. It was so incredibly close! Time stood still as everyone waited for the umpire to make the call. After what seemed like eons, he spread his hands down and out, palms even with the ground!

Pandemonium erupted! Tears streaked my cheeks. I watched as Brook's teammates pounded her back and embraced her in group hugs. I knew a moment of regret that the other team wasn't able to win, too. They had made an incredible effort, but only one team can come out on top and that's part of the game.

I was sitting in the car as Brook strode across the parking lot. She was laughing and joking with her teammates. Was there ever a prettier, smarter, more athletic girl on the planet? I was overwhelmed with my love for this young beauty.

"Hey, Dad!" greeted Brook as she slid into the passenger's seat. "How'd you like that game? Don't start in about making the first out at third, either, Dad."

"Brook, there are certain basic truths in baseball that have been proven over and over. That happens to be one," I replied. "I wasn't the guy that came up with it, but it's a fact."

"How about the fact that my arm was starting to ache and I didn't think I'd be able to pitch to another batter, never mind another inning?" she asked. "I knew we had to make it happen that inning or we'd be in deep you-know-what."

"We'd better ice that up tonight, Brook! I didn't know your arm was hurting. Did you tell your coach?" I prodded.

"No, Dad. That would have put her in a real quandary. She would have had to pull me and she didn't have anyone else to put in. Nancy has a sprained ankle and Stephanie has some kind of flu. Now we go to states next week," grinned Brook. "That sure beats ending the season, doesn't it?"

I marveled at the kid sitting next to me as I drove. I had changed her dirty diapers and taught her how to ride a bike. I showed her how to throw, catch, and bat. Now she was the reason her school had won districts and was going to states. I smugly allowed myself some of the credit for her many scholastic and athletic accomplishments.

"Where are we going, Dad?" wondered Brook. "You missed the turn for Route 6."

"We're going to celebrate winning districts, Sweetheart. I've heard that the new Hilton here in Wilkes-Barre is rumored to have one of the best restaurants around. I think we both deserve a big steak and a baked potato!" I announced.

"Dad, you're the one that likes steak and potatoes! I'm going to order lobster! May I suggest that you wash your steak down with a frosty mug of MGD," laughed Brook.

"Hey, I never thought of that, but now that you suggest it, I might just do that, Brook! You're a genius!"

"Yeah, I know. The fact that we've been recycling those beer cans all my life has imprinted on my brain, Dad. It's more like I'd have to be a moron to not know what you like. You don't vary much, you know?" chided Brook.

When we entered the restaurant, there was a ten-minute wait for a table. I was handed one of those things that lights up and vibrates when my number is called. I sat at a bench while Brook went to use the ladies room. She was back in about five minutes.

I wasn't paying much attention and it took a few minutes for me to notice there were tears trickling down Brook's cheeks!

"Brook! What's wrong, Baby? Is your arm hurting you? What is it, Sweetheart?" I asked.

"You know how Mom couldn't make my game because she had to go to Philadelphia for her job?" sobbed Brook.

"So that's it! Brook, you know your mom has a high-powered job in that insurance company and she has to travel a lot. She really wanted to go to your game but her schedule wouldn't allow it," I reasoned. "Don't get upset over it, Darling. She'll probably make it to the states!"

"Well, I don't give a shit if she ever goes to any of my games! She can go straight to hell!" cried Brook.

I was stunned. Brook never spoke ill of her mother and she never used vulgar language, although she had heard it from me on occasion. Her emotional outburst was a complete shock to me! 

"Oh, Dad! You're as blind as I am! Mom didn't go to Philadelphia. She's sitting inside with some slick bastard, holding hands and laughing. She doesn't give a fuck about either of us!" 

Brook couldn't have surprised me any more if she had told me that she had just signed with the Yankees! My wife, Brook's mother, involved with another man? I felt dizzy. Brook wrapped her arms around me and really began to bawl her eyes out. Tears began streaking down my cheeks, as well. How could one of the best days of our lives go down the tubes so fast?

I broke loose from Brook long enough to return the vibrator/light thing to the hostess and then wrapped my arm around Brook and led her back to the car. I helped her in and then crawled into the driver's seat. I didn't start the car because I could barely see. The two of us just sat in that lot for another ten minutes. Gradually, the nausea, shame, and horror lessened and I was able to dry my eyes and concentrate.

"Brook, are you sure it was your mother?" I asked gently. "It's possible you were mistaken. We may be upset over nothing. It could have been someone that looks like Natalie. That was probably what you saw."

"Right, Dad! I don't know what my own mother looks like. There must be a few thousand purple Lexus SUV's around with personalized plates that say "NAT" like that one over there. I must be seeing things," wailed Brook.

I looked in the direction she indicated and saw Natalie's car a few rows ahead of where we sat. There was no mistaking that!

"I'm sorry, Brook. I guess I was just trying to deny this could actually be happening to me, to us," I apologized. "It's pretty obvious that it's your mother in that hotel. She's lying to both of us, and cheating on me. We have to accept that fact and determine what to do now."

Then my cell phone rang! I knew who it was before I even looked at my phone. It was Natalie. I didn't want her to know that Brook and I knew where she was and what she was doing. At least not before I could decide on a course of action.

"Hello, Natalie," I answered as calmly as I could.

"Hey, Sweetheart!" bubbled Natalie. "How did the game go? I'm dying to find out who won."

"The game? We won it and we're off to states next week. Brook played well," I understated.

"Put her on the phone, Darling. I want to congratulate her and tell her how proud I am. I wish I could have been there!" lied Natalie.

"Well, she's off with some of her teammates right now, Natalie. I'll relay the message," I promised. "Are you in Philadelphia right now?"

"Driving down Broad Street as I speak," laughed Natalie. "This traffic is moving slow, so I thought I'd call to see how everything went."

"Be careful in that new car, Natalie. You're driving your Lexus, aren't you?" I probed.

"Of course I am, Tim. I love this car. It's very safe and not as thirsty as your Ford. I have to go now, Tim. I'm almost at the Hotel. I love you and I'll call again tomorrow," she promised.

I just hung up and looked at Brook. It appeared that she was going to break down again. Then she sniffed and smiled at me.

"Screw that bitch! Right, Dad?" asked Brook rhetorically. "We can live okay without her. Probably even better!"

"We can if you stop using profanities, young lady! Things may have turned to shit, but that's no reason for you to behave like you have no class. We, I raised you better than that," I chastised.

"I'm sorry. I was just so mad and it seemed like only swear words properly fit the situation," Brook explained. "I'm better already, but I worry about you, Dad. At first, I was only thinking about how little my game meant to her. She'd rather sneak off to get porked by some stud-muffin than watch me play in the district championships. I didn't even think about how awful you must feel."

"Well, it certainly hurts. I admit that. I don't know what to do next. This is such a shock. I can't even think straight."

"Really, Dad? I would think you'd toss her sorry butt out so fast her head would swim. She has totally disrespected you, and me. The lies, even without the boyfriend, would be enough to divorce her, don't you think?" asked Brook.

"It seems like it would, but I've found over the years that it's best to think things through rather than to act in haste. I can always file for a divorce. I just have to be sure that's the best course of action before I do," I answered.

"Dad, do you have a spare set of keys for mom's car? If you do, give them to me, please."

"I have them Brook, but why do you want them?" I questioned.

"It seems to me that it will be the final proof. If the keys work in the car sitting over there, we'll know beyond any doubt that Mom isn't checking into some hotel in Philly," reasoned Brook.

I gave Brook the keys and she trotted over to the car. As she approached it, she clicked the keyless entry and I saw the lights blink. To my surprise, Brook climbed in and started Natalie's car. She waved as she drove past me. I quickly started my car and swung around to follow her.

I didn't have to follow her very far. She went down the block and pulled into a Best Western parking lot and drove to the back corner and jumped out. As she neared my car, she pushed the button to lock Natalie's. Then she climbed in with me.

"That's just a little taste of how Mom's life is going to go," laughed Natalie. "Imagine when she can't find her car. She can't report it stolen in Philly very well. Her story would fall apart under police questioning. If she reports it stolen here, she'll have to explain why it was here when she said she was driving it in Philadelphia. Lies really complicate everything!"

I didn't know whether to be proud of Natalie, or make an appointment with a psychiatrist! I never would have thought of such a fiendish idea. The more I thought about it, the more I liked it. Let Natalie find out how the hard way how lies have a way of biting you in the ass.

We stopped at the Burger King down the road a few miles and ate some fries and a burger. Then we headed for home. Brook began to ask some thought provoking questions.

"How long do you think Mom's been running around on you, Dad? Do you think she's done it many times? Why do you think she does it? Is she like, a sex fiend or something? How has your love life been with her?"

"Brook, I've been wondering about that. She's been very good to me lately in the bedroom. I really can't complain about that. As far as how many and how long, I have no idea. I never thought she was especially wanton," I admitted. "Obviously, I had no idea anything was amiss."

"I bet she started when she began being especially sexy to you! Women do that to lessen their guilt. How long ago did she start that?" quizzed Brook.

"I don't know. It was probably around the Christmas Holidays. I thought life had been going great the last five months. I know Natalie's been away more than usual, but she always seemed eager to make it up to me," I allowed.

Somehow it seemed perfectly normal to be discussing intimate details of my sex life with my daughter. We had always been close and now we were thrown together even closer. For a seventeen year-old, Brook was amazingly mature in many ways. Sex had never been a forbidden subject in our house. Natalie and I both felt we had to always be honest and open when discussing it with Brook. We wanted her to understand the dangers and pitfalls of becoming sexually active at too early an age.

"You know you have to go to the doctor for a check-up, right? You don't know who studly has been with, do you, Dad? Anyone he slept with, you slept with, as far as disease is concerned," Brook cautioned. "You should get some condoms, too, if you're going to keep sleeping with Mom."

"Brook, I am not going to buy any condoms! Wouldn't that be a strong indication that I suspect something? Your mother isn't stupid, although she acts it," I added. "I can't have sex with her anymore, however. I've lost any and all desire to be intimate with her. I'll go for a check-up and just find ways to put your mother off until I can decide where to go from here."

"Just be sure you take care of yourself, Dad. I'll be depending on you more than ever. When you decide to divorce her, I'm going to live with you. That's for sure!" stated Brook emphatically.

"Why are you so certain that this will end in a divorce, Brook. Isn't it possible that Natalie and I can work it out?"

"Dad! You are always gentle and kind to Mom and me, but I know how you think and feel. You'll never be able to accept that Mom lies to you, even if you could get past the sex part. She's history and it's just a question of when you accept that fact," predicted Brook.

I wondered how many men if my position, and there probably have been millions over the years, have a smart daughter they can discuss things with. Brook was keeping me from falling apart. She made me look at the situation logically, rather than emotionally. She had only my best interests at heart and no hidden agendas. How could a man have a better confidant? 

The next day I made an appointment to see a doctor. After work I stopped at school to pick up Brook after practice. I arrived a little early and watched the girls take batting practice. Other parents were going out of their way to praise Brook's play in the districts. I felt pretty good about that and lousy about my marriage.

Natalie came through the door around seven. I tried to greet her the same as usual, but it sounded weak to me. I wondered if Natalie would notice. I needn't have worried.

"I missed you so much Tim!" gushed Natalie. "I'll show you how much later on. By the way, I was wondering if you still have that extra set of keys for my car?"

"Sure, right in my pocket," I answered as I reached in and pulled her spare keys out. "Did you lose your set?"

"No, or I wouldn't have been able to drive home, would I?" Natalie answered a little too quickly. "I was just thinking I should have that spare set in case I did lose mine."

"Okay," I agreed and I handed the keys to her.

She must have found her car, but she was suspicious about how it got moved. Now she'd be more careful.

As if on cue, Brook walked into the room.

"Hey, Mom! How was Philly? Have a good time?" she asked.

"I didn't go there expecting to have a good time, Brook. Those meetings are long and difficult," insisted Natalie. "They are not fun!"

"Okay, Mom. Long and hard, but not fun. I'll remember that. Why do you keep that job if you suffer so much?" wondered Brook. "Dad makes good money and you're smart. You could find something that gives you more free time to spend with us."

"I love my work most of the time. Besides, I won't always be spending so much time traveling. I think it'll wind down by the end of the year and then I'll have all kinds of time to spend with you two. You'll see."

Natalie then rolled her small suitcase into the bedroom and closed the door. Brook motioned for me to follow her into the kitchen.

"Hear that, Dad? It sounds like Lover-boy is going to be moving by the end of the year and you can have Mom back then. How does that deal sound? Lies and possible STD's for another six months or so, and then it's over, unless she finds a new stud, of course. Is that a solution you can live with?" asked Brook.

"You certainly deducted a lot from one sentence, Brook," I observed. "That may not be what she was saying and it probably wasn't."

"Remember, I grew up around both of you and I know how you both think. Mom believes she can have this fling and then go back to normal next year and no one will be any wiser, or hurt over it," maintained Brook.

"Well, it's a moot point, Brook. I can't live with this arrangement that long. I can hardly live with it for a day. This is a real stressful situation for me," I confessed.

"Well, it'll stay that way until you take steps to resolve it, Dad. These things don't just go away by themselves. You know that."

That night I told Natalie I had a sore back and a headache. Even then, she suggested I lie still and she would do all the work. It took some effort to talk her out of sex. That was what my life had come down to. I had to talk my own wife out of having sex with me. I really resented that.

The next evening when I watched Brook's team finish practice, it seemed like a couple of the girls' mothers were friendlier than usual. Brook noticed it, too. She mentioned it on the way home.

"Dad, did I see Emily's mom holding your arm while she was talking to you? It looked like she had her c-cups pushed against your arm, too. That's no accident when a woman does that," Brook assured me. "Then I saw Mrs. Thomas offer you a drink of her soda. You seem to be the stud of the softball parents all of a sudden!"

"I thought it was strange, too," I admitted. "I had the distinct feeling those women were unusually friendly for some reason."

"Could it be that since you'll soon be a free agent, they're getting in line to sign you up?" quizzed Brook.

"What exactly are you talking about, Brook? They don't know I may become a free agent. Besides my market value isn't that high," I concluded.

"I may have mentioned that my mother was cheating on you to the girls in the locker room last night," revealed Brook. "Emily and Steph were especially interested to hear about it. Both of their father's took off on their moms within the last few years. They seemed to think you'd make pretty good step-dad material. Apparently their mothers agree."

I was once again flabbergasted by something my daughter told me! She told her teammates that Natalie was cheating on me! Why not just put it in the paper and on the web?

"What were you thinking? This isn't something everyone needs to know, Brook. This is extremely embarrassing for me!"

"Did you ever think that maybe other people already know, Dad? Isn't it even more embarrassing to be oblivious to a situation everyone else knows about? The girls already knew it! Trudy's mom saw your loving wife and a man go into a room at that hotel a few weeks ago when she was there for a conference. The only difference is that now the girls' mothers know you know about mom's cheating, so it won't seem like they're home wreckers. Let's face it, our home is pretty well wrecked already!" Brook concluded. 

How many times can a person be shocked before it becomes normal, and no longer shocking? Other people knew I was a cuckold! Somehow, that made the whole thing seem even worse. The last shred of my pride was torn from me. Nothing would ever surprise me after this week.




Day Tripper



"There's more, Dad. Sarah has been complaining since last winter that her father has been away a lot. Last week she told us they were moving after Thanksgiving because the insurance company where her father works was transferring him. Last night, Trudy's mom saw Sarah's dad pick her up after practice and guess what? She recognized him as the stud-muffin porking mom. Tonight, I walked with Sarah to her car and verified it," Brook revealed. "He's the guy that was with her that night I saw them."

My head swam with all the information! How could kids figure so much out? Could this all be coincidence? Was there even such a thing as coincidence? Can our kids know us that well? Why did I even pretend to think? All I had to do was ask Brook.

"What do I do now, Brook?" I groaned. "I can't think straight anymore."

"Well, I'm glad you asked, Dad! I knew you'd look like a pretty good catch to most soccer, or softball moms. Those ladies pretty much confirmed that today. You don't have to put up with a woman that lies and cheats. You deserve better and I'm going to help you get it," Brook asserted. "First, though, you have to get rid of the deadwood."

It was the night before Brook's first game in the state play-offs and Natalie had to make another trip for work. She promised Brook she would drive all day if necessary to be back in time for the game. That final lie helped ease our consciences.

Room service knocked on the door. He was carrying a bottle of champagne. I had convinced the management that the couple in 402 was very close to us and we wanted to surprise them. It had all sounded very friendly and loving.

As the door opened, I stuffed a twenty into the guy's shirt and grabbed the champagne and pushed in. Brook, Sarah, and Sarah's mother followed me in. Natalie was in bed, clutching the sheet to her neck. Shitwad had a robe on and seemed totally bewildered.

"We hate to bother you two at work," I began. "It's just that Sarah and Brook wanted to celebrate winning districts with all their parents. The fact that Sarah smashed a two-run homer in the bottom of the seventh to tie the game and then made a game-saving catch in the top of the eighth, while Brook pitched a one-hitter and tripled in the ninth and scored the winning run seemed to have escaped you two."

"Try to imagine how proud Susan and I are of the girls and then imagine what you missed. Truthfully, you can't. You had to be there, and you weren't." 

Susan held the four glasses up and I poured champagne into each. I had actually opened the bottle before room service had knocked on the door. I handed a glass each to Natalie and Dickhead.

"Here's to the truth and to our daughters accomplishments," I toasted. "Here's to the new direction our lives will take and Sarah and her mom not having to move this fall. Most of all, here's to smart kids and good lawyers!"

Sarah's mom, Susan, and I gulped the bubbly while the girls sipped their sodas. 

"Don't bother coming home, Steve. Sarah and I will do fine without you. My lawyer assures me that the settlement will allow me to keep the house and live comfortably. Sarah won't have to change schools again. You get to keep this whore, so it all seems pretty fair to me," chuckled Susan, but without any mirth.

"Tim! Brook!" cried Natalie. "I love you both! Don't do anything rash. This isn't what it looks like!"

"Well, I for one am glad to hear that, Natalie," I responded with relief. "It looks like you're bare assed naked in bed with this shithead. Which part did I get wrong?" 

"Look at the bright side, Mom," added Brook. "You won't have to lie to not attend any of my activities. You'll be able to screw anyone, anytime, without guilt. You won't have to worry about giving Dad aids, or STD's. You won't ever see how sad he was when he found out he was a cuckold. I know you want the same as me for Dad, and that's for him to be happy. Somehow, I think he will be now. Thanks for everything, Mom. Just don't embarrass me by showing up at anything I'm involved with, okay?" 

All four of us filed out the door as Natalie sobbed softly.



Day-Trippers



Day Trippers: A Reflection From Sunnier Climes

© josh & sadie rose 2001

(This story was written during a trip to the Balearics a couple of years ago and intended as part of a longer series called Vampires on Vacation. Needless to say... the Vampires are still out there!

No part of this story may be reproduced or used without the authors' permission.)

"So..." Matty Greening perched on a corner of the dry-stone wall at the roadside, surveying his surroundings with an expression reminiscent of a supremely polite, middle-aged, middle-class Surrey Virgin who has just walked, by accident into a Korean Bordello. "...tell me again, Lover, what 'exactly' are we meant to be doing here?"

He brushed road dust off his Versace denim cut-offs and gazed balefully through the diamante-studded, rose pink lenses of his frameless, Oliver Peoples shades at the diminishing rear of the broad 4x4 which had just forced the pair of them off the tarmac and onto the over-grown verge. One long-boned, sun-tanned hand patted the gold-embroidered-aqua silk kerchief tied pirate-style around his tumbling, wind-blown mane. Locks the colour of every kind of honey spilled down his back in an unruly horse-tail to his slender waist (bared in the current fashion by the artful tying up of his shirt tails just beneath his bony ribcage). Beneath the deceptively casual garments, his skinny, six-foot frame was tanned a complimentary shade of golden brown.

His smaller, darker companion glanced up from the crude, hand-drawn map he had been studying, flashing a wry, crooked smile at him in response. Briefly he considered that, given Matt's avowed disdain for any activity remotely 'outdoors', he was immaculately bronzed... all over (which the older man could also vouch for!) Matty never did anything by halves. He had in fact spent about thirty hours in an obscenely expensive London Solarium perfecting this newly gilt image before they left the city for Barcelona. Naturally, Matt would never have been caught dead (or Undead) on a sunlounger looking anything less than a golden (if skinny) Adonis.

By comparison, Rayne Wylde, his older compatriot and fellow Vampire, looked like a tramp. This was in no way an insult to the black-clad man's sartorial elegance. Matt Greening was blessed with the godlike gift of naturally out-dressing anyone within a five-mile range. Rayne did not think that he even set out deliberately to do so, it was just a hang-up he had. Matt found it impossible to walk past a designer outlet without reaching for his credit card. Leaning against the wall beside him, in black cord hipsters with a sable-silk shirt over skinny-fit, cropped, black tee and his omnipresent black Cuban boots, Wylde looked lean, and dangerously handsome, but still modestly clad.

Not that he seriously minded this too much right now. If this had been London, Barcelona, or even back in Ibiza Town from whence they had just sailed, he might have made more of an effort. Out here, the attention was off him, and he relaxed for once, almost able to be himself for a few rare days. Although he still took the eye. It would have been impossible to meet that black-lashed, acid-drop gaze through the tumble of his ragged, sable hair and look away without thinking, at the very least, that this was a devastatingly good-looking guy. And out here on this winding, inland, unsheltered road in the middle of Formentera (or the "middle of fucking nowhere!" as Matt would have it, although the entire island was not more than a few miles from end to end) the temperature was in the high eighties, but he had not even broken sweat. 

There was at least one good thing to be said for Unlife.

Behind the mirrored lenses of his ebony-framed shades, eyes the colour of green Chartreuse in a glass of crushed ice twinkled with mischief and his generous mouth twitched in a mocking smile as he retorted; "'You' wanted to go to the fuckin' 'beach', Sweetheart."

His voice was mellow and slightly husky like the purr of a well-tuned engine and the crunch of gravel under the wheels of an E-Type Jag. Many people were surprised that he spoke with such a resonant, contralto pitch when his singing voice was given to insane flurries of coloratura falsetto invective, interspersed with his trademark tenor snarl. 

Matt's gold-flecked, dark-chocolate eyes narrowed behind his shades and he rested both sets of knuckles on his bony hips as he snapped back; "You didn't tell me it was on the other fuckin' side of the fuckin' Balearics! 'Just a little stroll,' you said! 'Just over there, babe,' You 'Said'!

His sharp-edged, genuine Cockney accent rose another half octave when he was irritated by something. Matt had a way of throwing words at you so that you 'heard' every capital letter and every punctuation mark. It unnerved many people. Rayne, who was used to it by now, merely shrugged his slender shoulders and tucked the scrap of paper into a back pocket before wandering on.

"It's not 'that' far, babe."

"Fuck You, it's not!" Matt squeaked, forced to follow or be ignored - which was absolute anathema to the blond Vampire. "We've walked fuckin' 'miles', Ray!"

"Don't be so melodramatic. We have not!" Rayne glanced back, running a hand through his sleek ebony hair, drawing the heavy fall back from his face. The sly, crooked smile still teased his generous, narrow-lipped mouth. "You walked further than this when you were couture shopping in Barca."

Matt trailed after him like a cranky child.

"You're a fuckin' heartless bastard!" he complained, vehemently. "It's about a thousand fuckin' degrees Fahrenheit out here, and we can't even 'see' the fuckin' sea! What are you try'na do? Fuckin' 'fry' me?"

The speculative expression on Wylde's face should have warned him that he was not about to get sympathy.

"I can't exactly 'kill' you, can I, sweetheart?" the older creature pointed out reasonably. "Look... it's just over that next rise, according to the map. You can swim and pose around to your heart's content once we've got there. I won't ask you to move again all day, if that's what you want."

"I'll hardly have the energy to, will I?" his young associate muttered resentfully. "Look at me! I look a fright! I'm exhausted and tense and these fuckin' people keep trying to fuckin' well run me down!" As he said this a small, dust-streaked, white van came barrelling past them, within an arm's length and Matt scuttled for the safety of the verge once more. "Don't these bastards believe in pavements?" he yelped. "Oh Ray.. please, let's go back. I'm at the end of my fuckin' rope, here!"

"If only," Rayne breathed, almost inaudibly.

"I heard that!"

"Good!" the lean, dark fellow turned back to face him, an edge creeping into his own voice. "Pull yourself together! 'You' wanted to go to the beach! I'd have been happy to wander up to that little bar near the hotel and catch a bite and a VAT, but no... her fuckin' Ladyship wants the 'sand-between-her-toes' experience! Well.. we're going to the fuckin' beach, all right? So shut your fuckin' mouth and enjoy yourself or I'll tie you to that fuckin' gate over there and leave you for the fuckin' lizards!"

A short, simmering silence filled the empty space behind his threat. The pair of them trudged on, dodging mopeds for a little while like this, until Matty muttered; "You wouldn't dare!"

"Try me!"

That was enough to ensure temporary compliance and the Undead couple got about four hundred yards in comparative tranquillity. Then Matt stopped in his tracks.

"'What' fuckin' lizards?"

Briefly Rayne halted and closed his eyes wishing a thousand evil curses on his companion's head. When he opened them his gaze quickly scanned the roadside and the scattered, heat-wilted undergrowth until he located the object of his search.

"Here..." he beckoned economically. "Look... by that dark stone..."

Matt came closer and peered over his shoulder. As his gaze took in what he was meant to be looking at a squeal of dread escaped him and he backed away immediately, putting Rayne squarely between himself and the tiny, emerald green creature, basking on it's stone, which was barely as long as his hand. 

"Jesus-God! What the fuck is that? Kill it!" he insisted in tones of escalating horror. "What is it?"

Rayne rolled his eyes wearily.

"It's a fuckin' Komodo Dragon, what d'you think it is?" he deadpanned. "Fatally poisonous... except to Vampires! Unfortunately also a protected species."

Even Matty was not 'that' dense, to his chagrin. 

"I thought they came from South East Asia?" he ventured suspiciously.

"It's on holiday," Rayne said impassively, adding under his breath; "Like we're 'supposed' to be!"

His companion bristled like a defensive cat.

"God! You totally fuckin' get off on fuckin' windin' me up, don't you?" he hissed, putting on his most outraged pout.

"I prefer a more challenging activity, personally." Rayne sighed, striding off with a shake of his head and a small, evil smile.

"Bitch!" Matty sniped, hesitating briefly while he contemplated turning back, then changing his mind when he spied another lizard eyeing his designer espadrilles with predatory interest. "I hate you! You know I 'loathe' animals!"

"It's not an animal, it's a reptile," Rayne corrected without looking back. "And you loathe everything that doesn't come with a designer label and an expense account attached. Sweetheart, anyone would think that you were born in Miu Miu with a hand-etched silver dummy by Salvador Dali in your mouth and white velvet Alastair McQueen nappies! Get 'Real', babe, for fuck's sake - you're as common as the rest of us!"

Matt sulked.

"At least I 'bothered' to try and yank myself out of the gutter," he protested. "I'm not going back there, Lover. I 'couldn't'!" 

He shivered, mock-dramatically.

"No one's askin' you to," Rayne murmured in a terse approximation of a soothing tone. "It's just a little walk down to the beach. We'll find a bar. You can sit and show off your flash and I 'might' even buy you a MaiTai."

Matt still pursed his lips slightly, but the promise of alcohol did seem to have appeased him. At least, he stopped complaining for a little while.

As they walked, Rayne pointed out distractions, hoping to soothe his friend's sense of outrage at the preponderance of 'rampant nature' into which he had been launched. It was a thankless task, for certain; flowers failed to inspire him; 'real, living' sheep just made him wrinkle his nose and shudder, and the grapes stretched out in long rows of lush, verdant vines only made him yearn even more for a drink.

"Since when were you such a country-fuckin'-bumpkin anyway?" Matt demanded at last. "Back home, you won't even walk to the fuckin' Take-away!"

"I grew up by the sea, out in the country," Rayne reminded him. "Mum taught us the names of things."

He looked as if he might have said more, but fell silent. Matt knew all too well how much he had loved his late-lamented mother, who took her own life when Rayne was just fourteen. For once he did not throw back a smart answer right away. About forty five seconds elapsed before he mused to himself; "Maybe God is punishing me for something, then."

"He'd be spoiled for choice!" Rayne remarked at once, without looking at him. "Anyway, you don't believe in God."

"I do, too!" Matty flashed back. "I've had lunch with him at Chinawhites. We had that gorgeous saumon roti en sauce sancerre and a magnum of absolutely delicious 1985 Charley Heidsieck bubbly. Yummy!"

That wasn't God, that was Jean-Paul Gaultier," Rayne chuckled, his eyes finally twinkling as he turned his head to acknowledge his friend.

Matt grinned back at him. "Same fuckin' thing!"

"'The ocean here is endless blue'," Rayne crooned softly. He was standing on a lip of weathered rock, looking out over the swaying expanse of water with his hands in his pants pockets and the fierce sea breeze buffeting his ebony mane and dark, silk shirt. "'Aquamarine and Ultramarine, and somewhere deep down in between, a glorious turquoise hue'." 

About ten feet away, Matt sipped brandy and rum and an assortment of fruit syrups from a tall, iced glass containing the island's annual citrus fruit export, through a long, pink straw, in the shade of a convenient thatched awning. He shivered slightly. 

"Thank you, William F. Wordsworth! It's fuckin' sea, just like anywhere," he pointed out now, deprecatingly. "We've walked for fucking miles and there's just sea and rocks and fuckin' seaweed, like anywhere!"

"At home," Rayne expounded, turning back to face him with his hands held out almost imploringly, "it's the colour of mud and crud, and it stinks like hell's arse! How can you say that? It's fuckin' beautiful!"

"Whatever," Matt sighed, glancing up through his diamante shades with the very briefest of tight smiles, before returning his attention to his MaiTai.

Rayne rolled his eyes. 

"Oh come on! Even you can't fail to be inspired by all that fuckin' power out there. All that big, majestic, blue 'beautifulness'!"

"I'm cold," Matt said petulantly, wrapping himself in his flimsy shirt, but reluctantly staring out at the sea in any case. He found that it only made him want to piss, and only inspired him to try and find the number of a cab firm that could spirit them back to civilisation. "I'm sitting on a plastic chair that's numbing my arse by degrees, in a grass hut in the middle of nowhere. A 'grass hut', for fuck's sake! We're not even in 'Africa'!"

His fellow Vampire shook his head at that.

"When we arrived you were 'baking half to death'!" he remarked, mimicking Matt's tone with uncanny accuracy. "Come out here in the sunshine then."

Matty surveyed his lean brown arms one at a time, then looked up smugly. 

"I'm done, Lover. Any more and I'll singe like a pork crackling left in the fuckin' oven too long!"

Rayne gave up and returned to his contemplation of the waves while his friend finished his cocktail. He lowered himself to sit on the edge of the rocks and wrapped his arms around his knees, lost in thought. After a little while of being ignored, Matty Greening surprised him by coming to sit beside him, perching his sleek behind on a small boulder, covered in dried seaweed, cautiously as though he feared it might come to life and bite his arse. He looked out at the waves again and forced a distinctly unenthusiastic smile.

The older Vampire put an arm around his shoulders, and thought that Matty actually seemed a little bit surprised himself. The blond man did not comment, but leaned in a little closer to Rayne. A few moments later he pulled out his mobile and played with the buttons distractedly.

A small smile quirked Rayne's mouth. 

"Y'know, I bet the sea goes on and on from here as 'far' as Africa," he murmured in a quietly thoughtful tone.

Matt fired a baleful glance at the distant horizon.

"Maybe that's why I can't get a fuckin' Vodaphone reception!" he muttered sourly.

"You've no vision, Sweetheart," Rayne chided him fondly.

"Wrong, Lover! I've got visions of those unaesthetically-naked Germans we passed, just up the coast, that will haunt me until my dust blows on the wind!" Matt corrected him, surveying more of the uninhibited sun-worshippers down below with another flesh-scouring glare. "Are you seriously happy, surrounded by these mad, ugly people?"

"I don't think they're mad," Rayne said quietly. "And most of them probably aren't so ugly..."

"You wouldn't fuck a 'single one' of them, surely?" his companion persisted, in horrified tones. 

"Maybe only one," Rayne said, turning to look at Matty directly through the mirror lenses that hid his ice-green eyes, and hence also his thoughts, from the younger Vampire sitting beside him.

Matt stared back at him, unfazed. "'Are' you happy, Lover?"

The question seemed to perplex him, for Rayne frowned slightly as if he was thinking; wondering what had inspired his friend to ask it. It was entirely unlike Matty Greening to care what others were feeling, under normal circumstances. But this was far from normal.

He responded with a question of his own. "Do I seem happy?"

Matt almost found a smile. His gaze roved out to sea again as he mused; "Ummm... I suppose you do, oddly enough. You're in your fuckin' element, virtually. Y'know, I always liked that about you. You seem to revel in the oddest stuff."

"It's not so odd!" Rayne protested in a good-humoured tone of voice. "People do this kind of thing all the time. Ordinary people, doing ordinary-person things...."

"But we're 'not' People, Lover," Matt reminded him, more soberly. "Fuck it! We're not even 'Ordinary'!"

Rayne tilted his head to look at Matt quizzically. 

"Do you ever wish we were?" he asked softly.

Without hesitation, Matt shook his own head. "No."

The slight, dark-maned Vampire looked back out at the sea then, in silence. Behind those huge shades, his expression was unfathomable. Matt's tawny brows lowered contemplatively.

"Do 'you'?" he asked at last.

"I dunno," Rayne answered him distantly. "Maybe.... Sometimes...."

"You never used to." It was almost an accusation of treachery.

Rayne said; "Once, when I was a little kid, I wanted everything. I wanted money, a flash car, and all the attention. The whole shootin' match..."

"You got it," Matt reminded him unnecessarily. "You'll never need to feel small, or cheap or inadequate again. Isn't 'that' something?"

Rayne sighed.

"I don't think it's so easy, Sweetheart. All the trimmings; that's not what's missing... it's something here." He touched his fingers to his chest lightly. "Some days life just seems to lose it's sparkle."

Matt gazed at him, mock-horrified.

"Then shake some fuckin' stars down on it, girl!" he teased at once. Sitting here, this close, literally face to face, he gave in to impulse and kissed Rayne briefly on the tip of his nose. "I 'thought' you were happy," he said at once, to cover his embarrassment.

Once, years ago - Matt reflected - he would not have even hesitated to plant a smacker on the man next to him. Now he found himself wondering what they had come to, himself and Rayne. Why they were here together... Well, that was easy enough, Ray had asked him to come along. But Matty still wasn't sure of the 'why' of it. Once, many years ago they had been lovers, but the relationship disintegrated, long before Whipsnade, the band that was Rayne's brainchild, followed it into history. They were too different, Matt reminded himself firmly. Ray loved to bask in distant adoration. He was the archetypal loner, always fending people off if they tried to get too far under his skin. Matty preferred to be a social butterfly, flitting from project to project, organising people and events, motivating his armies of assistants and accomplices into a constant flurry of action.

What Rayne would never admit, even to Matt - who already knew as much - was the yearning to be loved and appreciated. He built walls around his feelings that Edmund Hilary would have had a hard time scaling! And if someone threatened to get through his defences, he built them higher and thicker until the assailant gave up and went away.

"I 'am' happy," Rayne said now, unconvincingly. He touched a wary fingertip to the bridge of his upturned nose as though he suspected Matt of somehow marking him by that simple, tiny kiss. "This makes me happy; the sea, the silence.... You."

That pause was telling. It spoke of a chasm shoulder-deep in uncertainties. Since the breakdown of their intense, public, ten-year affair, Matty had never once tried to get Ray back. He never pleaded, or even asked "why?". The reasons, he still thought, were painfully obvious. Rayne had grown bored with him; had become tired of him; begun to find him irksome, grasping, needy. The more he tried to hang on - the more he battled to 'make' Rayne Wylde love him - the harder his lover pushed him away. And as a backdrop to all of this, Whipsnade had been on a massive European tour at the time and they were living, literally, in each others' pockets, unable to escape one another. 




Day-Trippers



There were drugs and groupies and endless, countless, viciously-intentional betrayals on both sides of the relationship. Off-stage, Rayne could not keep his cock in his pants, but he and Matt were not even sleeping together! 

Then there was the fight. It happened without warning, three hours before a vast, sold-out show in Dusseldorf. Rayne had disappeared, missed the sound-check and turned up, finally, out of his mind on acid, with some smug, well-fucked looking blond-boy tart in tow. Matty flipped and laid into him. He could not remember a single word he had said, back then. The recollections that remained strongest were of a rising sense of hysteria that he simply could not control anymore, and the almost mechanical 'click' of Rayne's bones under his tightly balled knuckles as Matty's fist broke his jaw for him. The upper-cut he got back off the singer knocked him out cold and by the time he got out of hospital, Ray was gone. A flight, hours before, had taken him back to London and the rest of the Silver Line Park Tour was cancelled.

"I'm glad if I make you happy," Matt ventured now, cautiously, still not sure where this was leading him. He was painfully conscious of the words that he wanted to say, but could not. The years of separation had taught him a painful lesson. One did not tell Rayne Wylde 'I love you'. Not unless the intention was to repel. 

Back in London after the fight, Rayne had not spoken a single word to him for nearly two years. When the band were ready to go back into the studio he had even attempted to sack Matt as Whipsnade's manager. The other band members over-ruled him, for once, and Matty was grateful, even now. During recording, the singer mellowed and a cautious truce seemed to have been reached between them, since when they had been intensely polite to one another for most of the time.

Occasionally they even fucked, but Rayne never failed to let him know that sex was all it was. Invariably fantastic sex, but nothing more.

"It's... it's never been my intention to make you unhappy," Matt said diplomatically.

A raw, crooked smile twisted the hard, thin line of the singer's mouth in return. Ray always smiled as if it was an alien response to him, something he had been practising in front of a mirror but had not quite perfected.

"Matthew," he breathed, barely audibly - though Matt's sharp, Vampiric ears picked up every nuance. "I can count the times you've made me unhappy on one hand, Sweetheart." He let the smile soften, and pushed back his shades to look his companion in the face openly. In that seductively, husky voice he whispered; "The night we met, Ciar an' me took you in off the street and fed you and gave you a bed for the night, and in return you nicked our stash. That really pissed me off!" Matt grinned at the memory.

"I made a damned sight more out those E's than you were doing, Lover!"

That pissed me off too," Rayne nodded, with a sombre smile, checking another finger, though he winked at the younger man as he did so. "Then there was that time you booked us into that Working Men's Club in Darlington!"

"I figured the 'Head of Steam' sounded like a camp joint," Matty protested, laughing now.

Rayne's pale eyes rolled incredulously.

"I've never seen a less impressed bunch of bastards in my life. It's a fuckin' miracle we came out alive!"

"Those that could see well enough to aim straight probably couldn't throw the bottles hard enough to hurt," his companion giggled, nudging him with a bony elbow.

"Remember that DJ they had?" Rayne shook his head again incredulously. "Like something out the fuckin' ark!"

"And you asked him if he knew where you could get your cock sucked!" Matty sagged against him, cackling with delight.

Rayne's hands caught his shoulders gently and he leaned forward as if on the verge of making a comment, then seemed to change his mind. As Matt also straightened, looking into his eyes, they were bare inches apart and the blond man was on the verge of attempting another, bolder kiss when Rayne laughed softly and said; "Of course, I was massively pissed off when you punched my head in, that time in Germany!"

For a second, Matt wavered, wondering if Ray had read his mind. It would not have been the first time, he supposed.

"You asked for that," he answered finally. 

One elegant eyebrow flickered upward in a silent enquiry and Matty was forced to consider that Rayne probably remembered less about that night than he did himself. He had been very, very stoned after all. Matt geared up for another dispute, but at last, his friend just murmured; "Maybe I did."

That too was such a shock that the younger man just stared at him for a little while. 

"And... and now?" he forced himself to ask, finally.

"What do you mean?" Rayne was looking back at him thoughtfully, his long, pale hands still rested lightly on Matty's tanned forearms.

"Are you pissed off at me now? For not liking all this and ruining your day?"

A small, rueful smile played on Rayne's fine, almost bloodless lips.

"I was a bit narked, at first," he admitted. "But now...." The smile broadened as he looked around him. "I think the situation can possibly be salvaged."

"Oh...?" Matt was still staring back at him blankly when the older Vampire's mouth fastened onto his own, without warning, and began to kiss him intimately. 

A good five minutes later when they both came up for air, it was to discover that they were the focus of a good deal of discreet attention. Matt realised, belatedly, that he was lying on the ground with Rayne still half-sprawled over him, a bemused smile on his beautiful face. Several yards away two swim-suited couples at a nearby table were pretending not to watch but sneaking dignified glances at them and whispering at one another urgently. The bar-tender, a lean, afro-european with long, black dreadlocks had wandered out under the shade of the awning and was observing them with a wary expression, as if calculating whether or not he would be forced to fetch a bucket of water to separate them. 

Lifting his head, Rayne pushed back his forelock to meet the fellow's eyes.

"Losiento," he murmured, in his husky, Kentish accent.

"Are we in trouble?" Matt asked, grinning. 

"I think we'd better eat elsewhere this evening," his companion whispered, never taking his eyes off the mortal, who was watching them with an impassive, unreadable expression that might have been disdain, or heavily veiled astonishment.

Rayne sat up, slowly, dusting himself down and adjusting the well-filled crotch of his pants carefully. He kept a steady, diplomatic smile on his face, but Matt was already reading something darker in his acid-green eyes. The younger Vampire tilted his head back slightly to check out the object of his companion's interest and licked his lips. Until this moment, all he had really been conscious of was the discomfort of his own, rapidly stiffening erection. Now he picked up on Rayne's blood hunger and his dark eyes glittered with a passion that had little to do with sex.

"Quite the nicest thing I've seen on the menu this afternoon," he murmured evenly. "Do you think he'll want to play?"

"Only one way to find out, Sweetheart." Rayne bent to whisper it in his ear, before pushing himself fluidly to his feet and offering a hand to his fellow Vampire, pulling Matt upright at once. 

The blond immediately began brushing sand and seaweed off his clothing with a grimace of disgust, and shaking out his long pony-tail impatiently. Rayne picked dried-out debris off him with a distracted air, still glancing up from time to time at the bartender. Once the fellow seemed satisfied that they weren't about to strip naked and perform mutual fellatio on his terrace, he picked up a cloth and a tray of empties from the table nearest to him and strode through to the bar, which was out back behind the awning. 

Matt finished his defoliation and executed a sweeping bow in the direction of the table of sun-seekers. 

"Show's over, folks," he exclaimed with a wink, and they returned to their hushed conversation, pretending to ignore him. Matt grinned; "Philistines!"

Beside him, Rayne tapped his shoulder and nodded towards the bar and they both headed back that way, following the course the bartender had taken. Actually, when they got there they discovered that 'bar' was a generous description. The building was little more than a lean-to tacked onto the back of a small portakabin with a refrigerator and a shelf for spirits. There was a plump, elderly fellow - German from the sound of him - sitting at the counter when they arrived. He had a vast, sunburnt belly, lush with white curls and was clad in nothing more than a pair of excessively bright, brief swimming trunks, white training shoes and socks and a white cloth cap. 

"Don't fancy yours much!" Rayne whispered in Matt's left ear as they separated, almost without a glance. Matty reached the counter first and Rayne mimed the action of taking a piss and was rewarded with a waved direction from the barkeep around to the rear of the building.

Perching on a tall, rickety bar stool, Matty grinned at the bartender, then also at the portly German guy, who was surveying him rather incredulously over his beer. The bartender said something quietly to the older man in his own language, which made the fat guy laugh until his belly wobbled.

Matt surveyed his fingernails, then said; "Yes, I 'am' an English faggot! You'd think we weren't such a rare and exotic species these days, what with Free 'Trade' across Europe and all that!" He looked up at them both with a beaming smile, then narrowed his stare onto the bartender, who looked visibly uncomfortable. "Do you know how to make a Strawberry Daiquiri, sweet-cheeks?"

Helplessly, the guy shook his head.

"Shame..." Matt sighed, returning his attention firstly to his nails, then to the gargantuan German. "What about a Maiden's Blush?"

"This is not Ibiza Town," said the bartender in halting English.

"Clearly!" Matty Greening purred, peering from one to the other of them. "Oh well... it'll have to be the 'Extremely Bloody Marys', then!"

For a second or two the bar-tender looked puzzled, then his German customer said something to him and he brightened visibly, bending to the fridge to produce a bottle of tomato juice. Matt stared at it shortly.

"No, no!" he said, irritably, at last. 

The German and their host exchanged a questioning glance. Matt threw up his hands in exasperation.

"You have Vod-ka?" he queried in precise, clipped tones, looking directly into the local youth's dark eyes as if addressing an imbecile.

The young man nodded at once. 

"Vodka... si." He returned from the cooler with a litre bottle of Stolichnaya and Matt applauded cynically. 

"Very good! Now I need two glasses." He held up two fingers, in a gesture that might have been taken for an insult, had it's intended recipient not already been suitably flustered. 

"Dos...?" the barkeep responded, confirming this to himself in his own tongue. 

"One for me.... One for 'him'..." Matt mimicked the gesture the young mortal had used to indicate the toilets. 

"Ahhh... si." The lad nodded and his dreadlocks jiggled emphatically. He uncapped the bottle and poured a liberal measure of Vodka into each glass. 

"I knew there was 'something' I liked about this country!" Matt said sarcastically to the German fellow as he watched the glasses slowly fill up. "Now... you need some lime juice... Lime!" He looked a question at the portly German.

"Lima?" suggested the fellow helpfully.

What Matt got ultimately was a couple of slivers of green fruit, but he was already moving onto his next instruction, none too perturbed by this deviation from his tried and trusted recipe. The request for Worcester Sauce was met with a look so blank that even their Hanseatic companion was no use.

"Hot sauce?" Matt suggested. "Tabasco?"

Amazingly this enquiry was greeted with recognition and a good splash of fire was added to the concoction. Matt applauded loudly and handed over two thousand pesetas. Just as the bartender was getting his change, a loud crashing sound emanated from the rear of the building. This animated their host at once and he uttered a vehement Hispanic imprecation and instantly charged off to investigate. 

"S'cuse me," Matt said politely to the German fellow and, picking up the glasses, he followed at a more leisurely pace. 

Around the back of the building, all hell had broken loose. Rayne was standing in the foreground of a cascade of water from what had clearly once been an overhead cistern. He still held a length of chain in his hand and wore an exquisitely contrite expression. 

"...when it wouldn't flush I just pulled a little harder..." he was saying, all of which was being completely ignored by the barman as he tried to stem the flow of water. 

Matt handed his friend one of the glasses and they watched with studied fascination as their host wrestled with the stop-taps and finally halted the deluge. As he straightened from this task, wet through, Rayne stepped into the cubicle and Matt followed him, pulling the door shut firmly. 

White-rimmed eyes turned to meet them and the mortal put up a strenuous fight before the Undead pair were able to subdue him, pressing his trembling body up against the saturated wall of the tiny cubicle. Rayne's hand pressed over his mouth and Matt was holding his arms and looking deeply into his dark, frightened eyes as he whispered; "Shhhhh.... We're not going to hurt you. At least, not 'much'. I just want to show you how one makes an 'Extremely Bloody Mary'. It's very simple."

At finish they pinned him between them and used Matt's headscarf (much against the young Vampire's will) to muffle their captive's moans of anxiety. Then they knocked back the vodka and Tabasco and Rayne made a soft hissing sound through his teeth.

"What the fuck...?"

"He's got no Lea & Perrins... we had to improvise!" Matty whispered licking his lips.

"Typical!" Rayne muttered, bending his head to the neck of the struggling mortal and sinking extended fangs deep into the young man's mocha-latte flesh. The guy was strong, well-muscled under the loose, rainbow-patterned tee-shirt, but physically no match for the two Vampires. Matt's grip on his arms from behind was unbreakable and Rayne virtually knelt on his thighs to keep him from kicking out as he bit deeper, feeling the hot rush of blood mingle with the flavour of Russian vodka and Mexican peppers in his mouth. "Oh God!" he mumbled, as the blood spilled down his chin and his by-now-frantic meal ticket bucked against him desperately. "That is 'inde-fuckin'-scribeable'!"

Not prepared to be left out, Matt bent his head to the mortal's right arm and nipped at the crook of his elbow where the flesh was soft and pliable. A less ethical assailant might have gone indiscriminately for the carotid artery but Matt's intent was merely the satiation of his hunger, not the death of his victim and he exercised restraint now. After a moment or two they automatically changed places and the younger Vampire fed from the more richly rewarding jugular bite while Rayne licked their captive's arm as seductively as a lover. 

As he did so, still pressed up firmly against their struggling meal-ticket, he felt the unmistakable bulge of the young man's stiffening cock against his hip and a sly smile spread slowly across his blood-streaked face. As Matt's lapping tongue stemmed the flow of blood from the mortal lad's neck, Rayne leaned back a little, letting some of the pressure off. His pale green eyes met that darker, more startled gaze and the slim, dark Vampire plucked the crumpled wad of cloth from his captive's mouth. That 'look' defied the mortal to cry for help. 

Astoundingly, he did not.

"Losiento," Rayne said softly, once more. "We didn't hurt you too much, did we?"

A heartbeat... then the fellow shook his head. 

"You no kill me?" he whispered, almost breathlessly.

"No," Rayne told him evenly. "That was never the plan." Gently his fingers unbuttoned the fly of his captive's shorts and slid down seductively into his sandcastle-patterned boxers, curling around the impressive hard-on which tented the cotton. Lifting the fellow's shirt tails with one hand, he nuzzled the line of dark curls running from his navel into his groin and licked the man's sweat-salty flesh hungrily. 

The mortal struggled and Matt held him tightly, looking down over his shoulder with bright, incredulous eyes as Rayne's tongue explored the underside of the man's long, fat, rigid erection, swirling slowly upward until his lips engulfed the purple head of his captive's cock and he swallowed the fellow down. The resistance stopped and Matt bit down on his neck and began to feed again, running his hands all over the fellow's hot, well-muscled body. 

On his knees, Rayne took all of the bartender's beautiful penis into his mouth and sucked gently, swallowing that swollen head deeper into his throat and pulling down the man's shorts and underwear to cup and massage his hairy balls with one hand. The other caressed the smooth, firm curves of his hot, sun-browned arse insistently until his victim began to thrust into his mouth, groaning quietly. 

Behind him, Matt stroked the man's hairy chest and belly beneath is shirt and sucked harder on his neck, overwhelmed by the hot spicy flavour of his blood.

"Ohhh...." The barkeeper moaned. "You must not...!"

"Don't you like it?" Matty enquired, almost incoherently, his mouth still full. 

"I like..." the mortal conceded guiltily. "Too much..."

"Well then!" The tall, skinny, blond Vampire kissed his neck, licking him there seductively to heal the deep wound he had inflicted. He had fewer reservations about leaving his meals to bleed than Rayne but knew that his companion would tear a strip off him for doing so. "No problemo, huh?"

The sight of Ray's dark head nodding away in the fellow's crotch was getting him uncomfortably aroused however. Once he was sure that the guy was too close to orgasm to put up a fight, he knelt behind the young man and parted his cheeks, running the tip of his own tongue up and down that sun-tanned valley, probing the mortal's tightly puckered anus until he began to whimper incoherently in Spanish. 

Quickly, Matt rose to his feet again and popped the studs that fastened his designer shorts. He encountered a little resistance as he rubbed the head of his engorged sex between those magnificent buttocks but gripped the fellow firmly under his chin and pulled his head back until it would have been dangerous for him to struggle too violently. 

"Good boy," Matty whispered huskily. His free hand slid down over the mortal's abdomen and his long fingers parted around the base of his well-sucked cock. Ray's lips were warm against the back of his hand, heated by the friction of fellatio. Matt did not have to look him in the eye to know how aroused he was. Giving head invariably got him hard. 

Pulling the mortal back against his body, Matt bucked into him vigorously and felt the tightness of that hot, straight young arsehole close around him like a velvet fist. 

"Oh yeah!" he grunted in delight, ignoring the moans of pain and dismay from his mate as he was violated roughly. Matt thrust his way deeper into that snug orifice, keeping a tight hold on his captive as Rayne's mouth worked him slowly closer and closer towards release. His struggles diminished as he became increasingly turned on, rocking his hips back and forth between the two Vampires, riding Matty's fiercely thrusting prick and forcing himself more urgently into the mouth of the unbelievably sexy creature kneeling before him. 

Rayne had eased one hand down into his jeans now and was rubbing himself as he suckled and licked on the beautiful, fat tool between his lips. Dark, unruly hair tumbled down over his icy-green eyes. Pre-cum and saliva ran down his chin, ignored as he pressed his pale, handsome face into that hairy, thrusting crotch and jerked off furiously. Moments before he exploded, the Spaniard muttered; "Joder! Joder!" and flooded his mouth with hot, creamy cum, as spicy and sharp as his blood. 




Day-Trippers



"Ahhh... Jesus f. Christ!" Matt hissed, pulling him back hard with both hands on the mortal's hips as the climax tightened his rectum still further. "He's fuckin' 'crushing' me!"

Rayne moved to his feet, ignoring Matty's plaintive protest, and fastened his mouth onto the mortal's parted lips, kissing him ravenously. He guided the young man's hot, sweaty hand to his dick as they exchanged tongues and spittle and spunk. Matty whimpered in astonished gratification as their meal-ticket's tight anus began to slowly milk him of every last drop of semen in his throbbing balls. At the same time his fellow Vampire spilled copiously into the pumping hand that covered his cock head and groaned uninhibitedly into his lover's mouth. 

"Oh god! Yes... yess!" He closed his eyes and threw his head back, long dark lashes fanned across his cheeks and his full, glossy lips parted in a soundless gasp of pure ecstasy as those squeezing, rubbing fingers brought him off.

As Matty pulled out, gingerly and released him, their playmate gazed down in dismay at the place where they had punctured his arm. Already the wound had healed. Fingers flew to his neck and he drew them away dry and bloodless.

"You bite...?" he exclaimed in disbelief.

Rayne nodded gravely, fastening his jeans and wiping his lips on the back of his hand.

"Where is.... ahh... Sangrè?" 

"The blood?" Rayne rubbed his fingertips together and a little, reddish dust fell from them to the ground. "Gone! 'Vamos'!"

"You both loco!" the bartender spat out, trying to edge away from them and pull up his pants simultaneously, no easy task in such a small, awkward space. His cheeks were visibly flushed.

The Vampire shook his head.

"No. Very sane, I'm afraid." He smiled, an expression devoid of any humour. "I'm sorry about the damage. I'll pay for it, of course." He drew his wallet from the button-down pocket of his shirt and unfolded a number of large denomination bills, gesturing towards the demolished cistern with them. "Will that be enough?"

"You let me go?" the young man queried uncertainly.

Again, the dark-haired creature nodded once. His expression was very solemn. That seemed to settle matters for their victim. He snatched the money faster than a chameleon's tongue could snare a fly and pushed his way past them. Once out through the door he fled like a startled buck. 

"Come on," Rayne murmured, tucking Matty's limp cock back into his shorts with a wry smile. "Time we were somewhere else!"

"I thought you'd never suggest it!" Matt chuckled, quickly buttoning himself up again and kissing his partner in crime gently on the tip of his upturned nose. 

When the bartender came running back to the outhouses with reinforcements just a few moments later, all anyone saw was a mottled, grey pigeon that came fluttering up out of the ruined cubicle in a rain of scattered feathers. On the rooftop a large magpie chattered at them almost as if it were laughing, then spread it's piebald wings and took to the sky.