19 comments/ 35092 views/ 19 favorites A Passion Play Ch. 03 By: eclare This is a copyrighted original work of fiction. All rights reserved. All characters featured herein are at least eighteen years of age, even if not expressly stated. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. Song lyrics contained herein remain the original artist's property. Many thanks to editor Tom Graham of Girls_cum_first. * In my room I handed Bubbles the gift bag and we decided on 8:00 pm next Thursday night. In her room. This was the main event. I couldn't wait, her ass was just too sweet. After breakfast Eve and I rushed down to Fulham Road holding hands. She was wearing those sexy shoes again. She missed church, but was still dolled up, in her Eve nerdy way -- except for the point high heeled shoes, which weren't nerdy by any means. It was a beautiful day. Around the corner right as we merrily strode past St. Angel's, we met the little gang of demons - young boys. I'd seen them before many times. There were between six and twelve of them at any given time and they were all six to maybe twelve in age. Dirtballs. Wild little rascals, always having so much fun. I'd joke with them every time I saw them. I actually envied them. "Get em!" they screamed as they ambushed us on the sidewalk. There were about eight or nine of them this time. They were carrying various length of rope, thick rope - tripping over themselves. I was quite an amusing sight. "Tie 'em up!" In a second they did. It was funny. Eve and I were bound standing on the sidewalk, arms around each other. I was surprised they could reach to get a loop around our necks. "Kiss him! Kiss him!" They're on my side! I love these kids. "No way! No way! He's too gross and too ugly!" Eve was playing the part perfectly, twisting her face side to side as I tried to press forward, lips first. "Kiss her! Kiss her!" She was still wiggling in mock determination when our lips met. I pressed in, she softened up. Our tongues met. Her body shivered. "Ohhh....gross!" they all ran away. It wasn't gross. It was hot. I had both my hands on Eve's ass and my tongue down her throat. They were dozens of eyes on us I was sure. Her glasses were at an angle. Her eyes were rolling. She hung on to me tightly. It didn't take long to shed the ropes. It was fun. My mind drifted as we continued towards the main drag...bondage...with this girl. It was a busy week, we hardly saw each other. Eve and I slept together only one night. Finally Thursday came around. I had dinner on campus and made it home just in time to have shower and get myself upstairs. I had a bone the whole time. Actually, I had a bone all week. In fact I thought to myself, I had a bone for the last few months for this little piece of ass candy. I made my way upstairs. The house was strangely silent. Then I heard murmurs and giggles inside Christa's bedroom. They're all in on this, whatever it is. One side of me was suspicious, the other half was flattered. I knocked on Bubbles' door. Christa's door opened and Eve walked out holding a black cowboy hat. She planted a big kiss on me and said "Are you ready?" "I guess," was all I could say. As she opened the door to Bubbles' room she said, "Take off all your clothes and put the hat on. Then wait." Then she leaned in, handed me the hat, gave me a hug and whispered into my ear, "Enjoy". I loved this girl. Bubble's room was pink! All her pink towels were draped over everything. Over her bed, on the floor, hanging over the furniture, hanging from the walls. Pretty damn well everywhere except on the ceiling. The room was bright too, there were a lot of lights. On one side of her bed, right on the edge, there were a bunch of pillows, I guess, piled up so they were four foot high off the floor, covered in pink towel of course. What the hell? I undressed, tossing my clothes under the bed. I didn't want to spoil the pink atmosphere. I put on my cowboy hat as instructed and sat on the end of the bed next to this heap of pink draped pillows thinking, "What are they doing?" Angela came in first. I stood up. She was dressed in jeans and a white western style shirt, she wore a cheesy red cowboy hat and held a bottle of bourbon in her hand , trying to contain her laughter. She pressed a button on Bubble's pink boogie box and Aaron Copland's 'Rodeo' started in the background. The whole situation was extraordinarily bizarre. Ana was next. She wore jeans and western shirt too. She had on the same red, cheesy, cowboy hat. She had a bunch of shot glasses on a tray. Ana was smirking and she poured the whisky into the shot glasses. Angela was trying to control her laughter. She wasn't doing a particular good job of it. Ana passed me a shot and said, "Drink up". I did. They gave me a second shot and I whacked that one back too. Eve came into the room. She was dressed the same as the other two, also with the silly cowboy hat, but instead of running shoes as the other two had on, she had her high heels on. Oh boy, she was sexy in spite of the hat. After giving me a kiss, she sat down on the floor -- on the pink toweled floor -- and wrapped her arm around my leg, lightly scratching my balls from behind. My cock was twitching. I was handed a third shot. The upbeat music was dancing in my head. The door burst open. I couldn't believe my eyes. Christa was holding Bubbles in some kind of noose contraption above her head. Christa looked like a vamp all dressed in black, holding onto a pink, animated fuck animal! It wasn't a noose. It was a twisted pink and white scarf, tied around Bubble's head with the knot in her mouth. I was like a bridle and rein. It forced Bubbles' head to angle down a bit, neck straight up though. It looked a bit uncomfortable. Bubbles was bouncing though as Christa held her by the rein. She was kicking wildly on a leash. Bubbles' thin blond hair was braided together, high on her head, almost like a mohawk. I think it's called a French braid. Her blue eyes were accentuated with black mascara, as usual, except this time thicker. Her thick luscious lips with deep pink lipstick clenched down on the makeshift bit. It was almost a ball gag in her mouth. Her tits! I'd never seen her tits before. They were beautiful. Small, but lovely, with puffy nipples. Her deep pink puffy areola crowned with even deeper pink, fat nipples. Her little tits were an amazing sight. They were perfectly proportioned on her tiny frame. Each tit was like the end slice off a softball, except not soft at all. The puffy areolas were huge in comparison, each perhaps a fifth in the total mass of each tit. The fat nipples sat on top, probably a fifth of the areola size. Perfect symmetry. My prick was hard. She had on a little shirt on her flat belly below her exposed tits. It was like an eight year olds' shirt, but the neck and the sleeves were clearly cut off. It was pink and it had that kid's logo 'My Lil' Pony' on it in white with sparkles. She had a tail! As she gyrated and bucked around there was no doubt. She had a butt plug in her ass that streamed out about two feet of deep pink translucent 'horse hair' as a tail. As she swayed her ass provocatively, the tail swished from side to side. Bubble's had white cowboy boots on and her hands were in white long-sleeve mittens with what appeared to be something like small horseshoes inside, giving her hands a distinctive hoof --like appearance. Next to her Christa stood in all black, nylons, garter belt and suspenders, thin lace panties, a leather vest and a black cowboy hat to top it all. She had a riding crop in her other hand. "What the hell?!!" was all I could say - or think - as I stood there with my shot glass. Bubbles continued to bounce around the pink cube that we were in. Her knees were kicking up and arms were flailing around. I didn't want to get caught on the chin with whatever the weights were inside her mittens. The girls, especially Angela, were all laughing like hyenas. Christa was holding tight onto the rein. Bubble's had no panties on. For the first time I laid my eyes on her fuzzy white lined little pussy lips. I don't think she shaved. She didn't need to. Her pussy lips were pink. I stood there with my mouth open, completely taken by surprise. Christa said, "Joey, we have a feisty little filly here. Are you ready to ride her? I whacked back the shot of bourbon and handed the empty glass to Eve. I was definitely ready to ride. I hesitated. "Christa" I said "I know this is all fun and what not, but is Lisa okay with all of this?" Ana answered before Christa could say a word, "Joey, it's all Lisa's idea. We're just bit players in this passion play." "Okay let's play then!" I shot back. Eve squeezed at my leg and beamed me up a big smile. As the black ring mistress-cum-dominatrix walked around the room the little pony pranced and swished her butt-stuffed tail. I could see Bubbles really was enjoying all of this. Christa stopped her and while holding the rein still above her head, reached under her crotch with the other hand and pulled the tail through and up. She wiggled the tail across Bubbles' pussy. Bubbles started to moan. What a pair these two were. "Who wants to taste this little pony's pussy before the cowboy tries to break her?" I stepped forward. "I do!" but Eve held a grip on my other leg. "Not so fast cowboy!" Christa snapped at me pointing the riding crop into my face. Her neck veins were bulging, eyes focused like lasers into mine."You'll get your turn....if you're lucky." Now I understood why Eve was holding my leg. Angela scooted forward on her bum towards Bubbles. Christa said as she dropped the tail "Come on little pony open up those legs." Angela's hat fell off as she slid her legs between Bubbles'. She grabbed Bubbles' ass from behind and nestled her mouth on her pussy. Bubbles let out another moan as she draped her front hooves over Angela's shoulders. Holy shit! My eyes were bugging out. I didn't know this went on between these girls. Angela was getting right into it. So was Bubbles, her tail was swinging side to side as she dug herself onto Angela's mouth. She was moaning louder now. Ana stood up and came up behind Bubbles. Her brown hands reached around, each one cupping a tit. Puffy nipples being tweaked between her brown knuckles. Christa gently ran her riding crop along Bubbles' thighs and stomach, then her clit as Angela's lips pulled away. Bubbles came. She let out a muffled "Arrgh..arrgh..ahhhh" as her whole body shook, her face was red as she was snorting for air through her nostrils. Had it not been for Angela holding her ass and Christa holding her head up with the reign, Bubbles would have surely collapsed onto the floor. "My turn!" Eve sang out. My head snapped down to look at Eve. She looked up at me, still holding my leg, smiled and coolly said, "Well, you'd do it, wouldn't you?" "Ya" I answered, still in disbelief. "Angela, hold onto the cowboy while Eve tastes the pony." Christa ordered. Angela slipped over replacing Eve and put both of her arms around both of my legs. She then reached out with her tongue and licked the pre-cum off the end of my stiff dick. "Calm yourself girl," Christa said to Angela, "we don't want to spoil things." Eve assumed the position that Angela had earlier. Hooves were placed over Eve's shoulders and Ana kept on working Bubbles' tits. Bubbles was moaning again. While still holding the reins above her head Christa reached behind and grabbed a hold of Bubbles' tail and started to rhythmically pull it as Eve bore down on her pussy. Eve's right arm dropped off of Bubbles' hip and her hand went to her crotch. She had a finger or two, or more, inside Bubbles and was finger humping her as she continued to lick her pussy. Bubbles was moaning aloud again. Her hips were grinding again. I desperately wanted a taste. I couldn't believe how Eve was getting into licking and fingering Bubbles' pussy. My eyes were watching in disbelief. Angela of course would fuck anything. I wondered about the others. Ana was playing her part, but squeezing someone else's tits ain't exactly being bi-sexual. I wondered about Christa. Was she dressed that way in this little charade just to give me a rise? Or for the others too? Maybe, just for Bubbles'? It didn't matter, this was good. Bubbles was going to come again. I was certain of it. As I watched I recalled Bubbles squealing in delight at the prospect of Christa sharing her sit-up winnings with the other girls. Oh yeah, this girl really likes getting her pussy licked. I always knew she was a little mink, but I didn't see this side of her. Are all girls like this? I asked myself. Bubbles came again. Her nostrils flared while and making those same garbled noises through her bridle. Her little pony body was glistening in sweat and her whole little frame convulsed. It was an even stronger orgasm, for sure. It may have had something to do with having her tail pulled, or the fingering, or both. Her eyes looked at me and although they were glassy, there was a lust look in her eyes that I'd never seen before. She looked as though she was going to eat me alive. Bubbles' whole body spasms finally subsided. Eve pulled her mouth off and slowly pulled her fingers out of Bubble's puss. She stood up and walked to me and without saying anything smiled at me and shoved two wet fingers into my mouth. I know my eyes rolled over as I licked them clean. I was nearly overwhelmed by how good they tasted. Then she kissed my mouth pushing her tongue deep inside me. I was overcome with Bubbles juice. I was devastated with what Eve just did. To me! These crazy women are torturing me I realized, and Eve was more than just complicit in all of this. My head was spinning. "On your knees!" Christa's veins were popping again breaking my reverie. I dropped. "Do you want a proper taste of this little fillie?" the ring mistress asked. Bubbles was brought to me while I was on my knees. Christa positioned herself behind Bubbles and wedged a high heeled foot behind each of her cowboy boots. Ana and Eve each grabbed one of Bubbles' elbows and arms as Bubbles was lowered towards me, still standing with legs apart. Her head was held firmly in place by the reins as her whole body was now forty five degrees from vertical. Her little titties we now in my face. I couldn't help but lick those succulent puffy nipples. It was like ice cream, but better. The puffy areola were soft but topped with hard nipples. Underneath, her tits were firm. What a sensation each one was. Solid base of a tit, the pink areolas so soft -- like whipped cream, followed by a hard cherry nipple. Such perfection. In spite of the fact that Angela was holding both of my arms behind me I was still able to twist my body down and take a quick lick of Bubbles' pussy. Nectar, manna from heaven. What a feast I had. Bubbles was writhing in ecstasy, moaning through the bit again, her eyes glassy, yet focused. Angela twisted her body around me and gave my straining cock a quick suck and lick. She licked my constant pre-cum ooze as if were an ice cream cone. I was ready to explode. After a few minutes Christa proclaimed "Enough". I wasn't done feasting yet. Bubbles was brought back up to a vertical standing position again. Christa took the rein off Bubbles, then slipped her own knickers off to reveal her shiny shaved pussy. This was all getting to be too much for my stiffy little fellow. Christa climbed up onto the pink bed and positioned herself on her back so that her thighs were hanging over and off the pillow mound. Christa's back was twisted up, her puss vertical in the air. As she spread her legs apart she said, "Bring the pony girl." Bubbles was released from Ana and Eve's grip and stepped over to the edge of the bed towards Christa. She bent over at her waist, draped her front hooves over Christa forcing her own butt and tail into the air as she plunged her mouth into Christa's cunt. Holy fuck! My eyes were bulging. They planned this? "Okay Joey," Christa said between deep breaths, with her pussy stuffed with Bubble's tongue "now's your time to collect your prize." I stood up with my raging hard on. Angela grabbed my cock and stopped me from approaching Bubbles. Immediately she had the bottle of lube and doused my cock with it. I thought I was going to cum as she spread the lube on my cock with her hand. "Ride her," Eve whispered in my ear. I approached Bubbles. Her ass was spread with the butt plug/horse tail firmly in place. Only the toes of her cowboy boots were on the ground as she worked Christa's pussy. I grabbed hold of her tail and slowly pulled. "Uuugh" was the only sound made by Bubbles. It didn't drown out the moaning that Christa was doing, or Aaron Copland's kooky music. Bubbles' butt hole was wide open. Pink. Red. Gaping wide. It was oozing clear fluid. Her tight little ass framed the perfect invitation. I slipped my cock right in without resistance. And I came right away. Squirting, squirting, squirting. Knowing that I was able to go two in a row in Ana's ass I continued to fuck Bubble's sweet ass hoping to stay hard. I did. Eve came and kneeled next to my left leg. Her right hand reached up and found Bubbles' clit. She started rubbing it with vigor. Bubbles was gyrating under me, her mouth stayed clenched onto Christa's sweet cunt. Christa was pretty well howling at that point. I kept on pounding Bubbles' sweet ass with my cock. I could feel her tighten up around my cock. She was getting close. I was getting close. Again. And Christa was having convulsions. I kept at it. We all came together. "Fuck!!!!!" Christa screamed as she gripped Bubbles' head to her crotch, her French braid now totally in disarray. Bubbles' entire head was a different color -- a deep red -- as her body constricted in spasms under me. She let out cunt-muffled groans as her sphincter tightened up repeatedly on my cock. I was gasping for air. My hips weren't going straight. I was hanging on to Bubbles' torso for dear life. Eve stood up next to me. "Wooo-Hooo!!!!" I suddenly became aware of Eve, Angela and Ana high fiving it next to me. As I collapsed to the floor Eve jumped on top of me, straddling me, kissing me on the mouth with verve, "I love you!" she exclaimed between passionate kisses, "I can't wait." I was panting, gasping for air. I kissed her back. Hard. The whole pink room was breathing hard, but not saying a word. Copland's zany music played on. "Drinks!" Christa ordered. We all started to laugh. "Yeah," "That was fucking amazing," as we got ourselves to our feet and headed to the door. "Ah -- clothes Joey," Christa said grabbing my arm. Oh yah, I forgot. We all were grabbing beers and stuff from the fridge and I came up to Bubbles and said, "Lisa, that was amazing. Thank you so much for what you did. It was so much fun." I hugged her and gave her a warm kiss of gratitude. She looked up at me hugging me too, smiled and said, "The pleasure was all mine." I gave her a good squeeze. "Maybe we can do it again," she whispered into my ear as Christa approached us. "Christa, thank you so much for that...thank you all girls!" I said raising my voice at the end. I paused for a moment. "I have to say something...although Christa and I haven't done the one thing, we've done the other and I've now had, shall we say, an intimate moment with all of you. And you've all been great. Winning this wager is the best thing that has ever happened to me. And what makes it the best thing...is that I got to know...really got to know five lovely ladies." I could feel my tears welling up. "Fuck off Joey, you sound like a girl!" It was Angela. They all broke out laughing simultaneously. A Passion Play Ch. 03 I really don't understand women. I shook my head and Eve came up to me grabbing my hand, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes, "That was sweet Joey." Christa came up to me. I was still holding Eve's hand. "So when do we want to do it?" she asked. "Anytime you're ready," I said bravely. "Ok..how about right now?" I could feel Eve's hand tighten in mine. "Okay, let me revise that a little." I was spent. "Starting tomorrow, anytime." "How much time will you need?" she asked. "I won't need any time at all, but don't be friggin' asking me as I'm about to go to class or something." I answered, wondering how she managed to turn things around. But then, the others managed too. "Don't worry about that," she said and quickly turned away from me. Angela stepped into my face. Eve was still holding my hand watching everything that transpired. "Don't forget about me." She wasn't smiling, her hook nose seemed to curl even more, then she turned and walked away. Whew...she was serious. I gazed at Eve. She put on what I thought was a brave smile and squeezed my hand again. She leaned in and whispered, "Can I sleep in your bed tonight? Her smile brightened up. "Yeah," was all I could say. I gave her a big hug. We went to bed. I was beat. And spent. And I couldn't believe all that had transpired that night.....it was so hot...... "Wake up Joey." My shoulder was being jerked. The bedside light went on. Eve was in bed with me. Christa was in the room. What the hell? I was sleeping. Why did they wake me up? Christa was dressed. What's going on? "W-w-what time is it?" "Five fifteen." "W..what's up?" Clearly not you." It was Christa standing at the foot of my bed. Eve was tucking covers around her. She was fumbling for her glasses at the same time. I gave my head a shake. I was trying to wake up. "Leave me alone." "Get up!" Seriously Christa -- what's up?" Where have I been? "If you wanna to fuck my ass, you have to catch me." "What...now?" I was still trying to wake up. I was trying to figure out my mind from my toes. If you don't catch me, it'll be a long, long time before you have another chance at this," she said turning her ass and wiggling it at me making sure I could see. She was dressed to go for a run. Her hair was in a ponytail, she had white tights or something on with tan colored wooly leggings to just below her knees. Her long sleeve turtleneck shirt was rolled up and reinforced with a tan colored thermo-insulated vest. She had gloves in her hand and was holding a water bottle. Her white ass was perfect. She looked hot. "It's cold outside," she said. I still couldn't figure out what exactly was going on. Why should I care? "I want you to wear you karate suit," she said as she tossed me a little flashlight out her pocket, landing on the bed next to me too. "I heading to the river. I'm going to turn west ...left Joey!..if you can catch me you can have your way with me. Otherwise you wait...a long time. You've got sixty seconds and I'm on my way. Joey, do you understand the route that I'm going to be running? "Yeah," I stammered. "You have to catch me...starting now! She bounded out of my room and up the stairs. I looked at Eve. She looked at me in disbelief. "Are you part of this?" I asked her. "Not at all...now get out of bed NOW!...Go to the washroom, I'll find your gi," she yelled as she pushed me out of the bed. When I returned she not only had my gi, but my runners and a water bottle too. I started slipping my jacket on. "No, put this under first." It was my Dad's old black Who t-shirt. "Where's your gloves and hat?...hurry!" I took off out the house, dressed thanks to Eve equipped with the remnants of the water bottle and the flashlight. It was cold. Crisp. And dark. Luckily there was snow, just on the grass, the sidewalks were clear. Wet, but clear of snow. I knew the route Christa was going to take. The river runs all the way through town. It has a flood plain valley consisting of a series of parks and a couple of golf courses. Some sections are nature walks, some are picnic areas, there's even a hockey arena complex. Aside where it's broken up by the occasional main street that crosses the river, there is a paved path that runs the entire length, for miles. It's perfect for jogging and cycling. As I dashed out the front door. I didn't see Christa. She was way ahead of me. I was glad Eve made put on the t-shirt and found gloves and a hat for me to wear. It was bleedin' cold outside. Foggy too, kind of a frozen ice haze. I could see it in the lights and could feel it in my lungs. Why was this happening now I thought to myself as I jogged towards the river. Why couldn't that crazy bitch just do what Bubble's and Ana did? Why am I chasing after this deranged cunt? I'm gonna catch her, I resolved. I'm gonna fuck her tight little bitch ass - 'till she squeals. She was making me work for it, again. I was pissed. And I was running. Hard, but steady. I felt good. What time did she have to get up to give herself an enema? She couldn't have had much sleep herself. Why now? Why not next week, or tomorrow even? Wait...it is tomorrow. As I jogged along, I couldn't figure out if she simply couldn't wait to get screwed up the ass or if she was trying to get this thing over and done with as soon as possible. Or was she trying to get out of it by putting up another physical endurance thing again? What if I lost, then what? I was growing more pissed off and more determined with every step. I was going to catch her and I was going to fuck her ass, hard. I saw a light flicker up ahead. She was a long way off, a couple of hundred yards, for sure. I picked up the pace a little. Eventually I started to catch up with her. As she passed under the occasional lamp post I could see her. I saw her turn around once, running backwards, to see if she could see me. I was all in black and my flashlight was off. As I was gaining in on her, I would see a bit more of her as she passed under a lamp-posts. Her cute white ass flashed at me every once in a while. It was a lure tempting me, pulling me forward. I came to understand why deer and rabbits had a white tail. So their potential mates would chase their asses, which was exactly what I was doing. I was an animal. This was raw. I was going to catch her and fuck her ass. I kept running. I realized, or strongly suspected that this was exactly what she wanted. Unbridled, no strings attached sex. Man she had me worked up. What a devious bitch. I kept on running.... Dawns first glimmer broke in the sky but was shielded by the fog rolling down into the river valley, creating a dreamlike atmosphere. Visibility was down to about fifty feet. There she was. She turned back to find me again and saw me. It became a foot race. She was mine now. Thirty feet....twenty...ten... Her white ass glistened at me, I could make out her cheek muscles flexing as she ran. She was sexy beyond comprehension. This was lust in its most base form. It was in my DNA. I ran. I could see lights from a parking lot up ahead. I needed to get her now before we got that far. At five feet away she turned to look back, she laughed but kept on running. That made her loose speed and distance. She did it twice more, each time laughing and losing more speed. I reached out my fingertips barely contacting her...then I had her by the neck of her vest. Mine...fuck ya! We tumbled into the soft inch deep snow just outside of the parking lot lights. It was empty. There was mud underneath us. We were both panting for air. I kissed her hard. She kissed me back even harder. Although I was on top of her, her head was off the ground, her lips pressing into me. We both broke every few seconds to catch our breath. I felt my cock stir. I couldn't believe how much the Orgasmatron was into all of this. She was a driven woman. Clearly she needed the chase, the physical aspect of it all. "Fuck me Joey! Fuck my ass!" Holy shit! This was more than I was expecting. Christa was wired. I stumbled in the snow and mud and hauled her onto her elbows and knees. Our breaths were still not back to normal. My heart was beating wildly. We threw our gloves off into the snow. With both hands I yanked down those thin white tights and a white lacey thong thing off of her ass. Lying on my front in the snow and mud I grabbed her hips and pulled her ass towards my face. Her pussy was warm and sweaty. It tasted of victory. Absolutely divine. I lapped at her pussy and her asshole and everywhere in between. I stuck my tongue into her hot cunt hole. She moaned wiggling her ass in my face. In spite of the snow, in spite of the mud and in spite of the fact that we were both physically spent, sweating and hyperventilating...that was one hot situation. "Take your pants off ...fuck me...fuck me hard!" I couldn't believe my ears. I pulled my gi pants down, wallowing in the snow and mud. The fog was all around us now. Christa spun around and sucked my already hard cock into my mouth. Oh shit.... Her mouth popped off of my cock with an audible sound, she fumbled in her vest pocket and produced the little bottle of lube. The top snapped off and she poured the stuff onto my bursting cock, rubbing it in. She reached behind herself with the lubed hand, smearing herself too. "Take my ass Joey!" she said as she spun around again. There was mud and grass and snow everywhere, all over us. We were like a couple of animals. I rubbed a finger on her ass cheek gathering some lube and dipped it into her bum. Damn she was tight. "Aaghhh," she gasped. I wiggled the finger for a minute, working it in and out then added a second. "Oooo," she gasped. I flexed my two fingers open as far as I could, stretching her ass open. She wiggled her ass, pushed back and cooed the whole time. I was ready to explode. This was all too hot. I lifted myself onto my knees and with one muddy hand, the other still in her ass pulled my fingers out and spread her glorious ass cheeks. Her asshole was a perfect star, beckoning me in, slightly gaping from my finger withdrawal. I guided my lubed up cock into her, I slipped in balls deep in one go. "Aaaaaghh!.....fuck!...oh god!!!" I didn't mean to hurt her. Her spine was flexing in pain. But she pushed back the whole time. "Oh...shit...oh fuck.......grrrr." She was hyperventilating again, but not pulling away. Even in that poor light I could see she her whole head was red and her neck veins were bulging out. "I'm okay Joey...just go slow," she said between snorts. I did, I started off slow, then within a minute started to really pump it into her. She was exquisite. So tight. "Fuck Joey...fuck me hard!" I did. Her left arm was on the ground above her forehead her other hand was busy rubbing her clit. She was making a guttural moan sounds -- like a hungry lioness. She was loving this. So was I. We were two primal beasts going at it in the snow and mud and bits of frozen grass. I was sweating again as I tore into her ass. "Ohhhh....shit!...fuck!!!" she was really getting into this. I was still partially spent from last night. I wasn't about to come yet...but not far off. Dachshunds...two of them...on thin blue leads...then they were gone. I saw a silhouette with a long coat walking away through the fog. I just kept on banging Christa's ass. She was oblivious to the visit. After about five minutes...I don't really know how long...she let out an, "Aaaughhh." As soon as she started to come I did too, our combined gasps and howls were lost in the pre-dawn cold mist. I held my jerking hips tight to her shaking ass by clenching her muddy vest in my fists. My cock buried as deep in her ass as it could go. Her whole spine was bobbing up and down as she let out a loud "Aaaaaaarrgh" again. My head was spinning as I pumped every last drop of cum into her as her asshole contracted on my cock. It seemed the whole universe was concentrated onto the two of us coming in the park at that moment. Her entire body was glowing. "I said get off of her!" What? Christa's whole body was glowing. "Get off her!!!" It was a flashlight on us. "This is the police!" It was an angry female voice. She said something incoherent but I heard, "I'll need back-up". Christa's head jerked to see behind her as I pulled my now spent but not yet soft cock out of her. I was also staring at the flashlight beam. My gi pants were around my ankles. I was covered on snow and mud. What the hell? "Put your arms in the air!" I did. I knelt there with my cock pointing at the flashlight beam. "Are you hurt ma'am? Do I need to call an ambulance?" "I'm f-fine," she answered as she half pulled her white pants back up and turned around on her knees, also holding her hands out. Christa was trembling. The flashlight beam twisted and illuminated the police officer, holding still on the badge for a second. It was a woman cop I could tell before the beam was directed back to us. "Is he armed?" she asked. "What?" we both answered. "Is the man armed? I'm asking you ma'am?" "N-n-no," Christa answered. "Then slowly stand up and pull your pants back on. Don't try anything that you will regret later." I stood up and slowly reached down and pulled my gi pants up and tied the lace. I raised my hands in the air again. "What is that - a martial arts uniform?" Get down on your knees, arms straight out to the sides. You Ma'am step to your left." Christa did. "Step again. I said get down on your knees Sir!" I did. As the flashlight beam started to move across in front of me towards my left I offered "Everything is fine here officer. We're okay." "Nothing is fine here," she answered as she moved behind me, "put your arms behind you and hold them straight out. Hold your hands together. Put your head down. Down farther!" I complied. Hand-cuffs were attached in a split second. "Now stand-up and walk towards where I'm shining the flashlight." It was towards the car park lights. "Both of you." "Go!" As the light bounced off our backs and to the walkway ahead I could see Christa's tight white pants had a cum stain oozing through, right where her asshole was. "We weren't doing anything wrong" I said twisting my head back so she could hear me. "From my perspective rape is very wrong," she answered, "keep walking." "It wasn't rape!" I said. "No. No!" Christa yelled. "If it's not rape then it's public indecency." "Just keep walking." This was not funny. I could tell that Christa was scared. Her neck veins were popping out. I saw two pairs of car headlights come down the hill and enter the parking lot just ahead. Cop cars. Maybe one of the other officers will listen to reason and get us out of this. The bitch behind me certainly wasn't. The cop behind was talking on her radio in short one and two word phrases. I couldn't understand what she was saying. As we made it to the parking lot I could see three cop cars. Two had their lights on. One of them opened the back door and as I was guided into the back I heard officer Bitch to one of the two male officers "This is the perp." "I'll check to see if see needs to go to the hospital. Then I'll see you downtown." The door closed as I tried to sit with my arms behind my back. The partition between the front and rear opened up and a grey haired male officer looked at me. "What's your name son?" "Joey Reimer." "Joey. Do you know why you are being taken downtown?" "Well the lady officer seems to think that I've just raped someone." I said. "Did you?" he asked. "No! We were having sex. It was consensual!" I demanded. "We did have a call come in that there was a rape underway." "It was not rape!" I pleaded forcefully. "We'll sort it out downtown." He said as he slid the partition closed and put the car into gear. I could see Christa talking to the Bitch cop and the other officer. She looked cold and scared. We made it downtown to the police station and swung through the back entrance. As officer Greyhair led me out he looked me up and down and asked if I was wearing a judo outfit. I said, "Something like that." He didn't seem pleased. The handcuffs came off, Sergeant Song took my name, address, date of birth, place of birth, etc. He fingerprinted me and took my mug shots. They talked to me. They read stuff out. I asked what I was being charged with, they didn't answer. They just stuck me into an 'interview room' told me wait and asked if I wanted something to drink. I was dying of thirst. Song locked the door. I didn't get a drink. Although I was genuinely scared, I rationalized that because it wasn't rape, then there is no way they can charge with me with rape. Christa would have to lie in a statement and then lie in court. She wouldn't do that I reasoned. Plus, the other girls at home would have to lie too. Public indecency was another matter. When Sensei Yoshi gets wind of that, I'll be tossed from the dojo for sure I thought. The other thought that consumed me while I sat there contemplating my future and wishing for a water bottle was Christa's dad -- Mr. Harris. When she gets charged with public indecency, it will of course, be all my fault. I wondered if she was here already. Eventually Sergeant Song, Officer Bitch and Officer Greyhair came into the interview room. Oh shit I thought, here we go - good cop, bad cop plus the executioner. I knew which one good cop was going to be. The three of them sat at the table across from me. Sergeant Song was a tough looking version of Mao Tse Sung's poster. Certainly not as happy looking. After going through my particulars Song in his displaced Chinese or Korean accent, with a ridiculously high voice asked, "Why you dress in a karate uniform?" Clearly they had already talked to Christa. "I was out jogging." "In karate uniform? You normally jog in karate uniform?" he squeaked. "Sometimes." "You live in same house as Miz Harris?" Chairman Mao asked. "Did you rape her?" Bitch broke in accusingly. "No, it was consensual." I fired back. "Did you go out jogging with Miss Harris or did you meet her while jogging?" Greyhair asked. "We went jogging together." "So the two of you left the house together this morning?" Greyhair again. "Look I didn't rape her. Did she say I raped her?" Chairman Moa busted in again with his high pitched voice, "Just answa question Meesta Leimer, did you leave with Miz Harris dis morning to go on jog? "No she had a head start," I conceded. This wasn't going well at all. Who was the good cop? Bitch piped in, "So she went for a jog, you chased after her, caught her and forced her to have sex with you." It wasn't a question. It didn't seem like a question. "I didn't force her. It was consensual," I said. "What may seem consensual may in fact be coercion and that can be construed as rape," said Greyhair. He continued, "What doesn't make sense is that the two of you are living under one roof, why didn't you just have sex at home in a warm cozy bed? Why did you have to jog, in your karate uniform, halfway across town at 6:00 in the morning to have sex on a winter's morning. Something doesn't add up." Bitch looked at me coldly, "If she is too scared to testify, because she feels physically threatened by you, that is not an insurmountable hurdle for the prosecution." Fuck........... Greyhair continued, "Here are the facts as we know them. You two live under the same roof, although we still have to confirm that. You are both university students sharing a house. You don't have a relationship together..." "Do you have a relationship with Miss Harris? Bitch interjected, "Are you married? Or Engaged? Or simply, boyfriend - girlfriend?" A Passion Play Ch. 03 "We're friends," I said dejected, "we live together." "Something happened either late last night or early this morning," Greyhair continued, "that caused you to chase after her on her morning jog. You were not dressed typically to go for a jog. The two of you are at least six or seven miles from your home. You had obviously caught up with her. We had a call from a gentleman that was walking his dogs. He thought that there was a girl being assaulted. Raped." "And I witnessed a brutal anal rape when I arrived at the scene," Bitch added. Sergeant Song was smiling. What a stinking ape he was. "So Mr. Reimer," Greyhair went on, "and I remind you the interview tape is running, you appear to have a black belt in karate, what can you offer us in your defense to suggest that Miss Harris was not intimidated by you, that she didn't try to run away from you, to try to escape?" Bitch interjected again, "And that you didn't chase after her, catch her on the other side of town. Then rape her brutally. As I saw you do?" Before I had a chance to answer Sergeant Song leant towards me and said, "Jo-ee Leimer, d'you have anal sex with Miz Harris before dis morning?" "No," I answered, not liking where this was going. Song with - death breath - went on, "D'you have a vaginal inno-course with Miz Harris befo' dis morning? "No," I answered meekly. Inno-course? "This is our conundrum Mr. Reimer," Greyhair added, "it doesn't seem likely that two young people, would engage in consensual anal sex, for the first time, on the other side of town, in winter, in a public place, at six in the morning, and you dressed in a judo uniform." I simply hung my head down. This was not going well at all. "Meesta Leimer d'you have anything to say to us?" Song asked. "I didn't rape her. It was entirely consensual. If she tells you any differently she is lying." I didn't even sound very convincing to myself. What could I do? Tell them that she lost her ass in a bet and that I was chasing her down to collect? That would have buried me. As he slid a pad of paper to me together with a pen Sergeant Song half growled in his high pitched voice, "You be wise to 'white' down statement now. You don't have to, you can wait. Wait for a lawyah. Still, you be wise to 'white' statement now." I needed a lawyer. I couldn't afford one. My parents five hundred miles away wouldn't have cared about this, they didn't give a shit about me before this. They won't start now. Never in my life had I ever felt so dejected. So very alone. God had abandoned me completely. My life was over. "Mr. Reimer, do you have anything to say?" "I-I d-didn't do it. I didn't rape her," was all I could manage. "Then 'white' statement," Song said as he got up. They all walked out locking the door behind them. They left me there. I cried to myself. Me with a black belt in karate not afraid of anything or anybody, I was crying. I thought about Eve and how she would not accept this turn of events. I thought about how much I loved her. How she was lost to me now too. I was going to go to jail for rape. It was all fundamentally my fault. I shouldn't have been so damn arrogant. I shouldn't have pressed the bet. I shouldn't have busted my spleen to win the bet. Eve with all her moral determination would not allow it. Her parents wouldn't allow her to be with someone like me, a convicted rapist. Sitting in jail convicted rapist. My studies would be on hold. Fuck no -- they'd be over. Do they even let convicted rapists in university? I'd be on a sexual offender list for the rest of my life. I had visions of mothers shunning their children away from the playground as I, a decrepit rubby, sat on a park bench. Aqualung, with snot running down my face. I truly fucked up now. I just wanted to die. I sat there with tears running down my face for forty five minutes or an hour. Maybe longer. Time, the whole universe was out of synch, totally disconnected. I started to write my testimonial statement. I wrote and I wrote. I was thirsty, they brought me water. I needed to pee, they let me go. They gave me pathetic tuna sandwiches at one point. Mainly, they left me there to rot. Eventually the door opened, Bitch and Greyhair walked in again and sat down. This is it, I thought. "Miss Harris refuses to sign a statement attesting to the rape," Greyhair said. That was good news. Bitch broke in, "But we believe that she's not doing it because she's frightened of you." Oh shit. After a moment Greyhair spoke, "You are not going to be charged with rape. Only with public indecency." Thank you God. "But," he continued, "here's the deal." He looked at me with narrow eyes. "You know you have Mr. Harris to thank for this, Miss Harris' father. He simply did not want to have Miss Harris exposed to any more trauma, certainly not the trauma of a court room. He basically plea bargained on your behalf. We will drop the rape charge..." "And the aggravated assault charge," Bitch intervened. "To a lesser charge...of Public Indecency," he continued, glancing at Bitch, "if you agree to vacate the premises..." "Permanently," she chimed in. "And immediately," he concluded. "What premises?" I asked knowing the answer already. "The house that you share with Miss Harris and the other girls." "What about Christa?" I asked, more for her concern than anything else. "She won't be charged," he answered. I can live with that I thought. Then I thought again. I have nowhere to go and no money. "After we process you and if the Justice allows it, you will be let go. I will personally drive you home...to establish that you actually live there. Then you will have twelve hours to clear out of there. Do you understand?" Bitch said as she sat there all arrogant. "Yes," was all I could muster. "Good, because if you didn't agree you would be charged with rape, in spite of the lack of Miss Harris' statement," she said. "I have nowhere to go," I said sheepishly. "It's not our problem young man," Greyhair countered, "we can't have you living with five girls if you are a potential threat to them. We can get a court order to that effect if we need to." Before I was allowed to leave Song sat me down. His breath stunk of tobacco and garlic. Garlic I think. The tobacco was so strong. It must of been garlic as the background odor. Or shit maybe. He was right across the table from me reading out my testimonial statement, which I had just written. "It say here" in his Oriental accent, "'that her breath was ragged.' What that mean? Her breath bad?" His breath knocked me back, again. "Nnoo...I mean..." "Is her breath ragged like rag doll? Or does it mean her breath ragg-ed like saw or something?" "I really don't know...it seemed the right word. I'll just cross it out." Song's handed me his pen and the clip board with my testimonial. I crossed it out. By the time I was processed and delivered home by Bitch, who did indeed verify that I lived there, Christa had already arrived and was locked in her room. The mood in the house was somber. Officer Bitch walked into my room and asked, "Is this bed, dresser and table yours?" "It came with the house, it cost me forty bucks. I don't need it." "Then when I come back tomorrow, on my day off...I want to see that computer, these clothes, the stereo and all your stuff out of here, and not just moved to another room. The bed, dresser and table can stay here, if you want," she said pointing at me. "But you have to be out of here! Do you understand?" "Yes ma'am," I answered meekly. I told everyone who gathered briefly what had happened and that I need to move out right away. Everyone was in tears, except Christa, she was still in her room. Eve was in shock. I tried to call Ron and ask him if could crash on his couch for a few days but there was no answer at his place. I took that as a yes. I knocked on Eve's door. I could hear her crying inside her room. I felt horrible. "Come in," she said between sobs. "I'm so sorry Eve. It's all my fault." I lay on the bed next to her. Her black rimmed glasses were off. Tears were running down her face. Her nose was running, her pillow was wet. "I don't want to lose you," she said between sobs. I put my arm around her. "Where will you go?" "Ron will let me stay at his place for a few days until I get myself sorted out." I lied. She cried in earnest again. "But I don't want you to go. Don't go!" "I have to Eve. I have no choice." I kissed her teary cheek. "Stay in my room with me. Just say that you moved out." "Eve, that ain't gonna work." I hugged her again as she wept. "Eve. I love you," I said in as steady a voice as I could manage. As soon as she heard me say those three words she erupted into a full blown gale of tears. Her whole body was shaking. "I-I- love you too! D-don't leave me!" She stammered out. "Eve. I'm not leaving you. Except that I -- I have to leave." I tried to comfort her by rubbing her back and telling her not to worry. We sat up and she blew her nose a few times trying to regain her composure. She searched for her glasses, unsuccessfully. She asked, "Can you afford to get another room?" "No," I answered, "my portion of the lease here is pre-paid. I just don't have the money. Maybe if you girls manage to sublet the room....I don't know. Don't you worry about it." She just sat there weeping. The bed was a jumble of used, wet tissues. She was a mess with her head hung down. Her hair was all matted and teared up. I pulled a locket of her hair back and tucked it behind her ear. "It was supposed to be tears of joy," she said. What? "I don't understand Eve. What do you mean?" "I waited so long," she said between sobs, "to hear someone say those words to me in earnest. To hear you say those words -- 'I love you'. I was supposed to be happy." "You're not happy that I said them? I meant it. I mean it, with all my heart." "Do I look happy?!" she blurted out as she burst out in tears again while wrapping her arms around my shoulders. "I'm sorry." I said. I kissed her, got up, walked out and closed the door behind me. I was nearly in tears myself. I rummaged through the fridge. Grabbed a piece of cold pizza and headed downstairs to pack. No one offered to help. I was a pariah already. The only two people that had a car in the house were Christa and Eve. Neither were around when I finished packing. I had to get all my stuff over to Ron's, if Ron would take me in. Thankfully that was only a couple of blocks away. I zipped down to the dollar store, through big snowflakes just settling on the thin ice. I picked up some thin rope and duct tape together with a ten-pack of garbage bags. All of my stuff was bundled onto a make-shift sled made up of the old pissed-on, four-by-eight sheet of plywood leaning against the side of the house. There was no one to say bye to as I trundled off out the door in the very late afternoon. By the time I got out, there was an inch of fresh slippery wet snow on top a thin sheet of ice. Good traction for the sled. Very bad traction for the feet, though. My clothes, computer, books, bed linen, towels, shampoo...everything, even a left over enema kit was on that makeshift sled, roped down, taped down, encased in garbage bags. Although I had my best boots on, it was brutal going and it was slightly uphill all the way. I worked out my immediate reality in a very few seconds. Cohesion of friction, mass, force, angle of incline, gravity...very basic physics...all working against me. I knew I could do it. I had to. But it wasn't going to be damn easy. Or fast. About half way, just before St.Angel's, as it was just getting dark I came across the little gang of ten year old dirt balls playing in the snow. They were on the other side of the street and quickly assessed the situation. I was dragging the laden plywood sled while slipping with every other foothold. Snowballs came flying at me with the vigor and enthusiasm only a possessed gang of demon ten year olds could have. They were in their element. I was in their target zone - inside twenty feet. The snowballs were wet. They had amazing aim, nailing me in the head and neck numerous times. They were howling with laughter the whole time. The heavy sled got caught up on the curb, I gave it a hard pull between the onslaught barrage of wet missiles...the rope broke at one end. I went flying face first into a hard thorny bush of some sort and cut my forehead and face in a couple of places. "Fuuuuuck!!!" I screamed. I bounced up and ran after the little bastards. They scattered like birds. I realized that I must have looked like Mel Gibson in Braveheart, blue paint replaced with red blood streaming down my face, snowflakes swirling around me. I was pissed, hurting too. I hope I didn't threaten to kill the little imps at the top of my lungs. I was in enough shit already. I and the plywood sled that I was dragging only made it another ten steps, before I slipped and fell again landing hard, right in front of St. Angel's door. I was in desperation, in a blizzard. I couldn't make to Ron's even if he was home. There was a light on in St. Angel's. Was there was room at that inn? I rang the doorbell and collapsed again. I was on my knees looking up as Annie Bonneau opened the door. I was dejected, forsaken. The blood that ran down my faced was starting to dry, my hair was matted. I was covered with a layer of fresh snow. I knew that I had been crying to myself and that must have been reflected in my face. "Jesus Christ," Annie said gawking at me in disbelief, "what happened to you?" "Whatever it is, I did it to myself," I replied with my eyes drooped downward. "Joey get inside." She held the door open as I flipped my sleigh onto its side and stuffed it through the door, stumbling into the hallway. Just then the wind came squalling through the door. Annie closed the front door then picked me up off the floor and led me to a couch in a little side room. "I don't know what happened to you, nor do I care. You can stay here until you get yourself sorted out. That's what a mission is for." "Annie, thank you." "Joey, lemme get you something to drink and let's get you cleaned up." She wandered off. I couldn't believe my good fortune. I also couldn't believe how warm it was in that room. "I have some wine, do you want it?" Annie shouted from the kitchen down the hall. "Sure." She returned with a huge glass of red wine which I started to gulp back but then nearly threw up. "What the hell Annie, is this vinegar? How old is this?" "Sorry, that's all I have," she replied. "No, I'm sorry Annie. This is fine." She held me in her arms and brushed my face with a warm washcloth and said "Cold is your touch, freezing." "Annie, thank you for making me welcome." She crossed her index and middle finger together in her right hand and held it up in the air while hugging me with her left saying "Here we are, voyagers into life. We've not been given command to watch over our miserable sphere, or get called on to bring sun or rain. After all - who can the weather command? All we can do is offer services for the saving of face." As she walked away I could hear her saying to God knows who, "Flee thee icy Lucifer! Oh you're an awful fellow!" She brought me a feather pillow. Very strange woman. Very compassionate though. I curled up on her couch and said in quiet desperation, "Thanks Annie, I just need to rest." I closed my eyes. Rest? I needed a little peace to die. I'd have been grateful, just to be dead already. What a fucking day. It was as if I stepped onto an out-of-control train this morning that I couldn't get off. Another day like this and I'd be cold beneath the ground. I realized that everything led up to this day, even though it was just like any other day that's ever been. The sun rose up with me chasing Christa's ass through the park and it fell with me dragging my broken, sorry ass to St. Angel's. What have I done?..... St.Angel's was a mission, not a rooming house. I knew that Annie would give me a few days grace, but that would be it. I called officer Bitch the next day as instructed to verify my departure from the girl's house. I was late getting to the kiddie karate class the next morning but I had the time to explain to Sensei Yoshi in a somewhat watered down version, what had happened to me. I fully expected that when I told him that I was charged with public indecency that he would respectfully ask me to not visit his dojo again. Instead he broke out laughing, "A cop caught you fucking in the park? I hope she was worth it!" He said that he wished he could pay me, but as I knew full well, the dojo isn't a huge money generating business. I could earn more money flipping burgers at McDonalds. Eve never called. None of the girls did. I spent the afternoon printing up and dropping off resumes to any and every business that was nearby and reading ads for rooms to rent. I knew that without first and last month's rent in hand I wasn't going to get a room. I had a bit of money left, just enough to cover my food and telephone until the end of the year. I'd already packed my VISA card paying for enema kits and a stack of towels. I could just dig a deeper hole for myself, but I knew that wasn't wise. Generally, I just felt sorry for myself. It was no one's fault except my own. Certainly not Christa's. I felt bad for Christa because she was probably blaming herself. Maybe she wasn't. Maybe she was happy that I was gone. Her father certainly was. Maybe they're all happy I'm gone. I thought about Eve. Why didn't she call me? Then, why didn't I call her? I called. She didn't pick up her cell phone. After drinking myself into oblivion with Ron and Donny's help I stumbled back to St. Angel's and cried myself to sleep. I woke up Sunday morning to my cell phone ringing. It was Eve, "Come to Church with me...please." I was delighted she phoned, but my head was pounding. "Can't we just go to Denny's for breakfast or something?" I needed coffee, real bad. "No, Church. I insist." I could sense a tremble in her voice. 'I insist' was not something that Eve would normally say...something was amiss. I could sense it even through my hangover. I suspected that I was suddenly thrust upon a make-it or break-it moment with Eve. Not good. I didn't need that, not at that hour, not with my head in that shape. But there was no way I was going to lose her. I was already lost. "Okay," I stammered. "Great, I'll pick you up in half an hour. Where are you?" "At St. Angel's." "Where's that?" "Do you remember where the little kids tied us up?" "Yeah." "That's St. Angel's." I dragged my sorry ass off to the bathroom. All my stuff was in disarray. I'd managed to get myself somewhat presentable when Eve strode up to the front door. Annie had just gotten up. "Where ya going Joey?" she asked scratching her armpit while getting the tea pot out. "To Church." She just gazed at me as Eve knocked on the door. "Joey...are you okay?" "I'm a long way from okay Annie," I answered grabbing my coat, heading towards the door. I opened the door and Eve was standing there. She grabbed me as I grabbed her and as we wrapped our arms around each other our lips embraced for a long, hard kiss. "I love you," she said. "I love you too", I answered. I squeezed her tight. I missed her. I needed her. As I closed the door I saw Annie smiling at us. We walked hand in hand to Eve's white Honda. The sudden clasp of cold air made me realize how my head hurt and how stupid I was to have drank so much last night. My head was hurting on the inside and on the outside. I was in rough shape.