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Life Ch. 01

By: Jizaz_Jester



Life Chapter 1: Graduation Night

Graduation night marked the end of the longest relationship I had experienced in my short life. My girlfriend, Dixie, was leaving for college on the west coast in the morning. "Getting an early start" her family had called it. Her father secured her a job as a receptionist until the semester started, and her mother was sending her with a month's worth of groceries until she could buy her own.

The truth was, Dixie's family always thought of me as a bad influence, and wanted her as far away from me as fast as possible. If anything though, Dixie was a bad influence on me. I don't drink, smoke, do any drugs, or any of the other stupid shit that normal teenagers normally did, all of which Dixie did.

After receiving our diplomas, and talking with our parents, and telling our friends we'd see them at the party, Dixie grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the back of the school where students took smoke breaks between classes. "What're we doin back here babe?" I asked as she pushed me down on an old wooden chair. "You can smoke anywhere you want now, you're not a student anymore." I joked.

Dixie flashed a smile at me as she backed up a step, then unzipped her gown to reveal her tiny, nubile, tight and lightly tanned nude body to me and the night air. "The only thing I plan on smoking tonight is your cock." She answered roughly, licking her lips and pushing her bleach-blonde hair from her face. She stepped back to me, and leaned down to kiss me, pushing her tongue deep in my mouth as her hands went to work on my belt and zipper. Our tongues wrestled until she freed my dick from my boxers, then, true to her word, got on her knees and drug her bottom lip along the base of my cock.

After teasing every vein and ridge, she finally wrapped her wet warm mouth around the head of my cock and started sucking like there was liquid gold in my nuts. I gasped as her teeth dragged the top and bottom of my penis, and urged her to go further by pushing on the back of her head. Dixie swallowed the head of my cock and I felt her nose and breath in my pubic hair. As her head bobbed slowly in my lap, and her throat fucked the head of my cock, I felt her start to moan and knew she had at least two of her long slender fingers buried in her hairless cunt. Between one hand rubbing my drool-covered balls, her tongue and teeth working over the shaft of my cock, the tight circle of her throat around the head, and vibrations from her masturbatory moans, I knew it wouldn't be long before she got a stomach full of my jizz.

"Dixie." I groaned, warning her even though I knew it wouldn't matter. "Mmm-Hmmm" I felt more than heard right before she pushed my cock further down her throat until I knew even her windpipe was blocked. The slick wet hand from her pussy pulled my hand to her neck and I could feel my cock stretching her skin from the inside. She pushed her fingers back into her cunt, moaned around my dick one more time, and I felt her throat swell with my cock as I started blasting cum straight into her belly. Dixie squeezed my balls and sucked until she was completely out of breath, which was much longer than it took me to cum.

She literally had to vomit up my dick, leaving plenty of saliva and throat slime all over it. "Mmm, now that's a good graduation present." She told me as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and I noticed that her hand was still busy pleasuring her own sex.

"Com'ere" I said and pulled her up by her shoulders and she straddled me. She eased herself down on my lap and scooted forward until my still-wet, still-hard cock was pressed against her stomach. She pulled my head down to hers as she lifted her hips until she was over me, then popped my cock into her tight little hole. She lowered her snatch onto my pole slowly gasping every couple inches until it hit her cervix.

"God, I'll never get over how big your cock is." She whimpered in my ear, then started rocking her ass back and forth, working my cock in and out of her pussy. I'll never forget how hot, how tight, and how wet she was that night. Dixie moaned and groaned through her first two orgasms, bit me and drew blood during the third, all the time riding me faster and harder. Before the next big one hit, she hissed at me "I want all of it in me, please." She bore down on me, and felt the head of cock bending her cervix. I grabbed her shoulders and she gritted her teeth as I forced the last inch of my dick into her, putting the end of it into her womb. She rose up to take it out and I slammed her pussy back down, all the way. "Ohhh, CHRIST!" she screamed and dug her nails into my shoulders as her forth and strongest orgasm hit her hard. 

She writhed on my lap and bit me again, and I bit back as I filled her with sperm. We held each other, shuddering, trying to catch our breath until my cock finally softened and slid out from between her lips. "I guess I better take you home, huh?" I finally broke the silence. She frowned at me, but nodded her head. We didn't talk on the way home, she just stared out the window and fiddled with the door locks. She tried to jump out as soon as I was in her driveway, but I pulled her back in by the wrist. "Hold on."

She just stared at her lap. "I don't want to do this."

"Then tell your parents you want to go to college in Columbia, or that you don't want to leave until after summer." I offered, still holding her wrist.

She jerked her hand away. "That's not what I meant, Jeremy. I want to go to college in L.A. I want to leave in the morning. What I don't want is to leave you here wasting your life." She opened the door and got out. "I'll call you when I land, ok? I love you." She attempted to salvage the situation. I pulled of before she had chance to close the door.

Dixie called the next night, and I didn't bother answering. We actually didn't talk for two weeks, and we did she told me she'd met someone in her Drama Club. 

Life Ch. 02



Life Chapter 2: Happy Birthday!

After Dixie left for Cali, I pretty much moped around the house when I wasn't at work. I had no desire to go anywhere, even when my older brother offered to pay me for driving him around. After she told me she'd met some guy, I decided I needed to get laid. Luckily my cousin Linzy was having a party for her 18th birthday and her parents had left town on business. I figured one of her goth friends would be willing enough to crawl all over me after I got some alcohol into them.

Linzy and I grew up together, more so than my brother and me anyway, but due to some difference in our heads she turned into Little Miss Hellfire, and I just turned into the guy that stopped fights between the cliques. After she started hanging out around the goth kids, I always felt like Linzy liked me in more than a family way, and even though she continued to get more beautiful as she grew up, I wasn't enough of a freak to try anything with my cousin. Her friends on the other hand, were different stories.

When Linzy opened the door, she jumped up and threw her arms around my neck, and kissed me on the cheek. "I'm so happy you came, Jeremy, I was starting to think the whole family forgot I existed." She said after letting me go. She stepped back and I took her in, about 5'9, with shoulder length dark purple hair; dark blue eyes, and 200lbs that wrapped itself around her chest and hips to create the very definition of "Cushion for Pushin" all inside a loose black dress and white lace jacket.

I shrugged "Well you know how people are around here, they think you and your friends are all Satanists, and our family's not much different. Besides, what's an hour long drive when I get to see my favorite cousin?" I looked past her to see a few of her friends sitting around watching heavy metal music videos. "Is Mia in there by any chance?" Mia was a Japanese exchange student that never went home, and also a girl I had been trying to get into bed since I was 13.

We sat around eating junk food, watching horror movies, I watched the rest of the party get drunk and stoned while I flirted with Mia, and got shot down time and time again. The whole time however, Linzy never took her eyes off me. Eventually everyone but me and Linzy were either asleep or gone home, and we were trying to clean up a little. While I was trying to clean burnt chocolate off the stove, I heard glass breaking and Linzy shout, "Shit!" from behind me.

"What's wrong?" I turned to see Linzy holding her finger wrapped up in the bottom of her jacket. There was a growing red stain around her hand. Which despite her size, was quite small. "Comon," I said, and drug her into the adjoining half-bath that doubled as a laundry room. "Lemme see" I told her and gently unwrapped her fist from her finger, then her finger from the lace. It was across the inside of one of her knuckles, not really deep, but it looked painful. I turned the sink on and stuck her finger under the faucet to wash it, but she cringed and pulled away. Not knowing what else to do, I opened my mouth and sucked her finger inside. I could tell as I cleaned the cut with my tongue that she was getting turned on, so I quickly finished and pulled her hand from my face."I- Um-"

Before I could say anything else, Linzy was on me, her arms around my neck, and her tongue in my mouth. She finally pulled away, with my lip inside of her smile. "I know you think it's wrong, but Mom told me something before they left ok?" She whispered and let my lip snap back into place. "I'm adopted." That was all I needed to hear. I pushed her back against the dryer, dropped to my knees and lifted her skirt and one of her legs over my shoulder. She still had razor bumps from where she shaved her pussy before the party, I could tell, because my cousin had opted to go without panties on her birthday. I moved closer and kissed her pussy lips, slipping my tongue between them and doing my best to make out with the vertical smile. When my tongue drifted north, and came in contact with her clit, which was barely peeking out of the top of her slit, Linzy moaned loudly and I felt one hand land on my head from outside of her skirt. Encouraged, I moved my lips and the rest of my mouth to her tiny nub and sucked it between my moistened lips and started tracing my fingers along her gash.

She immediately started bucking and groaning, the leg over my shoulder slammed down on my back and I heard her free hand smash into the outside of the dryer. I sucked harder, and wrapped my tongue around her clit as I pushed the tips of two fingers between her labia. "Ohhhhh, God. Jeremy, I-, ohh, Wait, please." She gasped out between orgasmic moans.

I pulled my head from her crotch, but left her leg clamped over my shoulder, and my hand on her cunt, rubbing slowly. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Did I hurt you?"

Her smile was ear-to-ear. "God, no. You didn't hurt me." She panted. "It's just- ohhh." She stoped to moan when I pushed my middle finger inside her shaved pussy, and pressed down on her clit with the heel of my hand. "I'm still..." She stopped and her already flushed face got redder.

That's when I felt it, the tiny, flimsy membrane that kept my finger from fucking my little cousin. "You're a virgin?" I gaped.

She immediately shoved my hand away and tried to get her leg off my shoulder. She was obviously embarrassed, and horrified at my reaction, but I stopped her from going anywhere by grabbing her other leg and standing up. "Wha- What are you doing?" she stammered.

I shrugged and let her ass fall on top of the washer so she was sitting in front of me with her legs spread open. "You're a virgin, so what? Right?" I moved in and kissed her on her black-painted lips. "Or... Linzy, are you saving it for someone you love?" I asked and stepped closer again, laying my hands on her milk-white thighs and squeezing gently.

She nodded, still blushing, still terrified, and said, "But I do love you, Jeremy." She pulled my head to hers and kissed me, slipping her tongue in my mouth again, this time tasting herself in the kiss. As we made out, I felt her hands on my belt and buttons, getting them off rather quickly and letting my cock spring into the open air before breaking our kiss to pull my shirt over my head. "And I want you to, I've wanted you to since we were in junior high." She told me as she tore open her lace jacket and unclasped her bra, letting those gorgeous DD's with their sand-dollar sized nipples fall into her hands.

I pushed my hands up her skirt, and pulled her by the ass to the edge of the washer. Then I bunched the skirt up around her waist and watched her face as I started to penetrate her tiny cunt for the first time. She gasped for a breath as the head slipped between her pussy lips, Then clenched her eyes tightly closed when I started pushing on her virginity. She reared up and tried to moved away and I asked "Do you want me to stop?"

She wrapped her arms and legs around me. "No." She whimpered. "Just do it fast, it'll hurt less, I know it will. Please." I kissed her cheek, which was pressed into my face, just before I shoved my dick into her. She was tighter than a vice, but the dripping wetness nearly made up for it, and the heat took care of that rest. Her whimper quickly turned into a scream, her nails dug into my back, and somewhere in the middle of her pain, I knew she had another orgasm because her walls were gripping and pulling on my cock, wanting it deeper in that tight crevice than it could go. "Ohh, God.. oh, god.. oh..." she mewled after the scream subsided.

"I'm not moving until you're ready, I promise." I whispered to her, moving my hands from her ass to around her back, pressing her even harder into my chest. After what seemed like hours of just holding one another and listening to the air move as we breathed, Linzy slowly started rocking her body against mine. I let my arms go slack around her, and she started moving her hips expirementally to see if her pussy would slide off and back on my cock. I decided to help her by grabbing a creamy ass-cheek in each hand and guiding her in the right direction until she was satisfied that the head of my cock grazing her g-spot each time she moved one way or another.

She let her arms loose from my neck and leaned back, our flesh clinging to each other until pulled apart, and rested her weight on her shoulders, propped by her elbows. She continued to fuck herself on my dick, and the motions of her hips were causing her tits to roll around almost hypnotically. "You wanna suck on my titties?" she whispered, which was difficult with the rolling orgasms she was giving herself, after she followed my eyes to her chest. I nodded and arched my back as I leaned over, inhaling one huge pink nipple and pressing my teeth into the flesh of her tit. I moved one hand to her other breast, and felt the nipple get even harder as she gasped and watched me lick and suck on her left areola. One tiny hand found its way over mine, and the other wove itself into my hair. With a moan, her pussy got both wetter and tighter, and I felt my dick swell even bigger and I pushed further in. "OW!" she yelped and I realized that I hit her cervix. "Too deep, take it out. Take it out!" she ordered and pulled my hair.

I jerked away, pulling my head from her chest and my penis from her slit. "Sorry." I panted, then we both looked down to see small rivers of her blood mixed in the pussy juice. "Don't worry," I said, grabbing her shoulders as she started to get up. "It's normal to bleed the first time, especially as tight as you are."

She smiled and sat up anyway. "More like 'As big as you are.'" She corrected. She ran her delicate little fingers along the underside of my dick and it jumped as she touched the head. She jerked her hand back and laughed. "Um... Can I..." She stopped and looked up at me, chewing her lip. I raised my eye brows, waiting. "Can I.. Well I wanna try to anyway... Can I, you know... Suck it?" she worked out.

I smiled. "You've never even given head?" I laughed.

She punched me in the side and I remembered that she used to be on the kickboxing team. "Don't make fun of me, I've only ever had one boyfriend, and we never got past first base." She yelled, even more embarrassed than when she revealed her short-to-live virginity.

"Ow, ok." I rubbed my side, and kissed her again, quickly. "You can try, just don't choke."

She eased off the dryer, her pussy was already sore, and got down on her knees in front of me. She smiled, blushed, and slowly leaned forward and gently kissed the very tip. Then she stuck out her tongue and drug it along the side of my cock. "Is this what I tasted like?" she asked, wrapping her fist, or trying to anyway, around the base of my cock.

"A lil less bloody, I'm sure, but yeah." I answered, hoping she liked it enough to keep going.

She shrugged. "A lil tangy, but kinda sweet too." She said and licked the other side, this time pressing her tongue to my shaft and dragging it back fast. She repeated on the bottom and sides at least six more times, while I watched and panted. "Just tell me if I'm doing it wrong, ok?" I nodded and urged her to keep going. She smiled and licked around the head, swirling her wet tongue around the glans and across and up and down the slit before she planted her lips around the side of my head and started moving down. She sucked on the entire shaft, and then moved to my balls, pushing my cock straight up with her hand and licking the pussy juice off my scrotum. It wasn't long before she attempted to suck of my nuts into her mouth, which despite a good start became an ordeal for both of us. She nearly choked, and when she gagged her teeth started closing. Linzy pulled away before she damaged me, but still apologized, and moved back to the head of my cock. "I know I can't fit it all in my mouth." She said sadly.

I petted her hair and reassured her. "It's okay, you don't have to, I don't want to hurt you." My cousin smiled through her pouting, then aimed my dick at her mouth and sucked just the head between her teeth. She kept it there, watching my reaction, which was stomach clenching, gasping for air, and almost grabbing the back of her head, before she pushed her mouth down further. She toyed with my cock on her tongue until the tip of it touched the back of her throat and she started gagging again. She pulled it out by less than an inch, and still had room to jerk my shaft with her hand while she sucked me. Which she did, gazing up at me with those blueberry eyes of hers until I grabbed her wrist. "If you don't stop, I'm gonna cum in your mouth." I warned.

Without taking my cock from her mouth, she mumbled. "I wa ew oo." and went back to trying to inhale my dick.

I moaned, and threw my head back, trying to hold back. "But I want to fuck you, Linzy." She mewled something unintelligible and started bobbing her head up and down. "Oh.. Shit.." I groaned and looked down to see her free hand going crazy on her clit. "Linzy, I want to fuck that greasy little cunt you're fingering." She moaned and started rocking her own body on her fingers. "That's what you want too, isn't it?" I gasped out and she mumbled an affirmative. "You want me to bend you over and fuck you like a dog, use your body like a rag doll and fill your cunt with my jizz. Isn't that what you want, Linzy?" I asked and grabbed the back of her head and pulled it off my cock.

"Yes!" She yelled and started cumming on her fingers. "Oh, God yes. Fuck me!" I pulled her to her feet by her hair and spun her around, pushing her over the washing machine and spreading her legs until I could see her still spasming pussy. I pulled on her hair again as I stabbed my dick into her until I felt my head hit her back wall. She groaned and wrenched one arm around and grabbed the base of my cock, there was more than enough left for her to make a fist. "Fuck me, Jeremy. Fuck your little cousin." I let go of her hair and grabbed her ass in both hands as I started pumping away at her snatch. Her fist was lined up almost perfectly with her hole, and it didn't take long for me to start fucking it as part of her pussy since it was smeared with her cunt lube and precum anyway.

She was still almost too tight, and each time pushed my dick into her, Linzy's tits and stomach would stick to the metal of the top of the washer and screech as it drugs across. Then screech again as I jerked her back either by pulling out of her tunnel, or by pulling on her ass with my hands. "Ohhh, I'm gonna cum!" I announced as I shoved my cock in her again and again.

She stood on her tiptoes and pushed her ass back at me. "Do it! Do it baby! Cum in my little virgin pussy!" she screamed out, still in the midst of an orgasm. I roared and slammed into her, waiting for my jizz, then realizing her hand was squeezing my cock shut. I slapped it away and gushed like a fire hose against the door to her uterus. I fucked her until it stopped cumming, and then heard her say. "I still want to taste you" weakly.

I pulled out from her, and spun her body around and flipped her over on her back so her head was hanging down off the edge of the washer. Linzy opened her mouth and I fed my juice-covered cock to her while my hands were busy mauling her huge tits that had been turned red by the friction between them and the washer top. She still gagged before my cock entered her throat, so I compensated by fucking her lips while she jerked her hand on my shaft like she was shaking a stubborn ketchup bottle. She pulled her mouth away to get her hand slick again, and said. "Its good babe, cum in my mouth, I want to taste more. Please!"

I squeezed her tits until I'm sure they bruised, then grunted as another load was pumped into my cousin's mouth. She swallowed what she could, but started choking, so I pulled out and rolled her over again so she could catch her breath and spit up and out the jizz couldn't swallow. "I love you Linzy." I panted and pulled her to sit up.

She hugged me with tears still in her eyes. "I love you too."

The next morning, after all her friends left (most of them with smug glances at either me or my cousin, only a few honestly connecting us together for the source of the noise) and we cleaned up a little more, I took Linzy to her clinic to get a morning after pill, claiming she was afraid to tell her mother, so she got her cousin to drive her. We said our goodbyes and hugged and kissed moments before her parents got home. I collected souvenirs for my parents, brother, and me from Milwaukee and waved bye from the driveway. Linzy flashed those gorgeous tits at me from the porch after her parents turned away and I blew her a quick kiss.

When I got home, I handed out gifts, and talked to my parents for a minute, then asked, "Hey mom, why didn't you ever tell me Linzy was adopted?"

She looked at me like I was loony. "Linzy's not adopted. Why do you think she looks so much like your Uncle Gerald? I was there when she was born." She told me. "I even filmed it for your Aunt Kim."

That Lying Bitch.



Life Ch. 02



To those who are Reading:

Thank you all for the comments; I welcome the criticism, because it makes me a better write. I hope you guys enjoy the next chapter in the life of Rashad and Samantha. Enjoy. 

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September 27, 2012 (Thursday -- 2 days to the Full Moon)

Samantha was like a zombie at school on Thursday. She remained quiet and kind of ignored her classmates as she wrote down her notes. Her pen scribbled across a piece of paper as she drew black and white pictures of wolves howling to the moon and stars. She had Rashad on her mind once more. She wiped away a tear and went back to her drawings.

*****

Rashad woke up about 11:30 am and checked his phone. There were some missed calls and a voice mail from Samantha. He listened and then erased it. 'What was she sorry for? He's the one that messed up.' He knew she was at school and he didn't want to be a distraction to her there. He took his clothes off and as he did he could still smell her on him. His erection came to life and he tried desperately to subdue it, but it had a mind of its own. He stepped into the hot shower and let the water run over him.

His mind wandered to Tracy. He had texted her last night and she still hadn't responded. Their marriage had been on the down slope lately, and he knew it was his fault. He had been fat and lazy, barely attending college and once he had graduated, doing nothing around the house. This change was as good of an excuse for her to leave and he truly considered not bothering to contact her again, to let her get on with her life with someone who would truly be worthy of her love.

After the shower and looked at himself in the mirror. He was 6'4" and you could definitely see the Italian and Black in him. With his brown eyes and now muscular physique, he almost didn't recognize himself. Thomal walked into the bedroom and put his clothes back on and walked over to Wal-Mart. He went to the men's section and picked up some polo's, t-shirts, jeans, socks a pair of sunglasses a couple of hoodies and boxers. He went to the shoe department to see what they had. He picked up a pair of hiking boots and turned to leave the store when a scent caught his attention and made his mouth water, blood. He started sniffing the air and following the smell to the meat department. He found himself standing in front of the meat display case. He sniffed some more and reached through the packages until he found some steaks with a high content of blood still in them. He put 3 of them in a plastic bag and brought them and the rest of the items to the check out.

He went back to his room and put the clothes in the dresser. Then he walked into the kitchenette and realized that he didn't have anything to cook the meat in. He was about to walk back to Wal-Mart when he caught the scent of blood again. He ripped open the first package and hesitantly took a bite. The taste of the raw meat going down his throat with the blood trickling behind it was too much. He fell to his knees and devoured all the steaks in a feeding frenzy.

He looked at his cell phone when he was finished and saw that it was 2:15 pm. He knew that Samantha would be getting out soon and he needed to talk to her. He threw away the wrappers, washed his face, brushed his teeth and put on a pair of jeans, a hoodie and the hiking shoes. He grabbed his shades, earphones and walked out of his room to the bus stop where he knew she had to go to catch the bus.

He made it to the bus stop at 2:40 and just sat on the bench, put his headphones on, and listened to music while he waited. He smelled her before he saw her, but he didn't move. He knew his face would be shadowed by the hood and the glasses. He watched her walk up to the stop, pass him and wait. She looked sad, and he knew it was his fault. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and hug her to him, but that would have to wait till later. A few minutes later, the bus arrived and she got on it, he followed. She sat on the third seat and he went to the bench in the back of the bus.

The ride took about an hour, and he watched as Samantha tried to call him again. It took all his willpower not to answer, not to walk down there and sit next to her and hold her. He knew he had to be strong. He needed to know where she stood in all this, especially after last night.

When they arrived at her stop she got off and he followed behind. He acted like he was walking the opposite direction and then he stopped and waited for her to get to her building. He walked up the stairs to her condo and knocked on the door.

*****

It was a disaster today. Samantha had nearly flunked the pop quiz Mrs. Rush had given them. Her mind was thinking over everything. She wanted to see him. She wanted to be there to help him through everything. He took off and he still wouldn't answer his phone. Her eyes didn't even drift around the bus like they usually do. She didn't smile or make a sound. She had taken the last of her hydrocodone when she had gotten up this morning; her gall bladder had flared up again. She thought about going to the hospital, taking another bus just to get there. She then decided against it.

Samantha stepped down from the bus at her stop and walked towards her condo, lighting a cigarette as she walked. Her feet felt like three ton weights lifting and taking her higher up towards the third floor of the complex. She reached the top and butted out her cigarette unlocking the door and walking in. She closed the door behind her and walked towards the kitchen throwing away the cigarette butt before walking into her bedroom. 

She dropped her book bag on the floor by the chair and slipped off her jacket. She had been so cold inside. She shivered some stepping out towards the kitchen. A knock on the door came and she turns toward the door. She wasn't expecting anyone. She walked to the door and turned the knob. Samantha didn't immediately recognize the man standing before her, and then her eyes went wide. Her arms went out and wrapped around him. Her tears slipped down her cheeks and she buried her head into his chest.

*****

He hugged her back and just stood there. He had a lot on his mind, but for now, just holding her seemed to be enough. After a few moments she backed up from him and he wiped the remaining tears from her face. She invited him in and he joined her in her bedroom. He made sure that he stayed on the opposite side of the room from her, and then sat down on the ground.

"What happened to you last night?' She asked as soon as she sat on the bed.

"I had to get out of here. After we were done, the feelings that I had, I wasn't sure if it was what was inside of me, or just me. Plus you have Terrance to worry about. I don't want to come in between the two of you." He said to her. He watched her face for any sign as to how she was feeling. While he stared he took in her beauty. She was 5'6" and curvy, with fiery red hair and sparkling blue eyes, it was hard to keep his mind on what was at hand.

"I don't know. This is all of a sudden; I need time to think about it." She said in a low voice. He looked at her and realized that she was in a tough spot, and he was only making it worse. He got back to his feet and had his hand on the door knob when she got off the bed and grabbed his other hand. "That doesn't mean that you have to leave. I still want to help you; we just have to do it as friends."

"I don't know if I can control what my body wants to do to you. The closer I seem to get to Saturday, the worse it gets." He said without looking at her.

"We're friends, we can do this together. I trust you, Rashad. I know you can fight whatever urges you have so we can figure this out." Samantha said. Rashad took his hand off of the door knob and turned to her. He could smell her and he liked what he smelled. 'No, I can fight this.' He thought to himself as he pulled his hand from her and returned to his spot on the wall. She went back and sat on the bed.

*****

Samantha moved to the computer bringing up werewolf and began going through the pages. She asked him this and that. She asked him about speed, strength, and even hunger. Her eyes looked over to him a few times noticing that he wouldn't look her in the eye. She pressed her lips as her hand ran gently over her chest. The pain was getting worse. She hated it. She wouldn't tell him though. Her eyes went back to the computer as she went down the list of possible things that could happen come the first full moon. She didn't like the pictures the pages showed her. Blood and spewed guts all over the place as dismembered bodies lay scattered around the huge black hulking figure that lifted its head towards the moon. She turned and got up from the chair going to him. She sank down to her knees before him. He stopped her hand from touching his face as she watched him.

"I am here for you, Rashad. I always will be. If I have to tell Terrance then I will. If he doesn't want me here then I will leave to go back to New Jersey. I'm here as long as I am needed. Okay?" She asked gently. "This is something amazing that has happened to you. It is also the greatest horror as well. I know you don't want the animal to come out and take your mind away. I know you want to hold back. Let me help you as long as I can. Okay?" She asked as he stares at her eyes seeing no fear. No hate. The excitement glittered in her eyes.

"Okay." He breathed as she smiled and drew back. She was just wearing a pair of black Capri shorts and a matching black tank top. Her necklaces dangled around her throat as her hair was drawn back in a clip and she typed away on the keys. She mumbled a few things and wrote them down on a notebook before looking back to the computer. Her legs shifted back and forth.

"Wish the damn doctors would take the time to call me." She said out of the silence as his head lifts. He stood up and moved towards her.

*****

He knew that her gallbladder was acting up. He could tell by how she acted. What had he read about the gallbladder? 'When food containing fat enters the digestive tract, it stimulates the secretion of cholecystokinin. In response to CCK, the adult human gallbladder, which stores about 50 milliliters of bile, releases its contents into the duodenum. The bile, originally produced in the liver, emulsifies fats in partly digested food. During storage in the gallbladder, bile becomes more concentrated which increases its potency and intensifies its effect on fats. In 2009, it was proposed that the gallbladder can produce several pancreatic hormones, including insulin.' Holy crap, how did he remember that, he had only read it once, and he hadn't thought he paid that much attention to it?

A thought came to him, something he had read, but thought he had forgot about. He needed to get out of here to do it, and she had to come with him. "Get a change of clothes; you're going to spend the night at my hotel room." He said as he called for a cab.

"I can't go with you like this." Samantha said when he got off the phone. She wanted to, but knew if she did, she would feel worse than she did currently.

"Look, I swear to you, on everything we hold dear, that I am not going to do anything that you don't want to do. But I have an idea to relax you, and it should help the gallbladder as well. The only problem is that I can't do it here. So come with me." He said and then turned and walked to the door and went through it. Samantha took a moment and then she grabbed her book bag out and put a change of clothes, some medicine and her laptop in it. She zipped it up and went to the front door where Rashad stood waiting for her with a smile. She returned it and walked past him to the deck. When the cab arrived they piled in and went to Rashad's hotel room.

When they got into his room, Rashad told Samantha that he would be right back and left. He ran across the street to Wal-Mart and bought some items, paid for them, and then returned to the hotel room. He walked in to find Samantha on the bed watching some TV with her computer open.

"Do you trust me?" He asked as he put the bag down and began taking his hoodie off with the shirt.

"Yes" she said without hesitating.

"Good" he said with a smile. "Get naked and get in the shower."

She stood and looked perplexed at him. She began taking her clothes off and he stayed where he was looking at her while she stripped. When all of clothes where off she went into the bathroom and began the shower. She stepped in and enjoyed the heat of the shower. He brings some scented body wash for her to use and she nods her approval of his choices. When she is done, she turns the water off and he steps in the bathroom, but won't let her leave the tub. She doesn't notice that his eyes are glowing a soft green. He went into the room and grabbed some body lotion and walked back in to the bathroom.

He started applying the body lotion directly to her still wet skin. Arms, legs, belly, taking his time to caress each muscle, even though he knew they would be getting attention in just a few minutes. He went to her breasts next, her nipples swollen from the heat. He applies the lotion and squeezes her nipples, causing her to gasp softly, she's already turned on, and not knowing what is coming. He squeezes her nipples again, harder this time and she could feel her pussy respond, pulsing slightly, the lips starting to swell, spreading, wanting attention.

He applied more lotion, avoiding her pussy, teasing her, down her lower back, over her round ass cheeks, dipping into the crack of her ass. He used both hands; bending her slightly to spread her ass cheeks he applied lotion to her tight, sensitive ass hole. He probed a bit, she gasped louder now, wanting him to fuck her ass with his fingers but he held off. He went back to her lower back and around to the front. Over her lower belly to the top of her pussy, moving around the sides, simulating the motion she knew he would take. He avoided direct contact with her sensitive lips and clit. He went back and forth, belly to inner thigh, she became more aroused by the second.

He stops and steps out of the stall, wraps a towel around her and walked with her into the bedroom. He laid her on the clean white sheets and pulled the top sheet over her, removing the towel as he covered her. She closes her eyes and relaxes.

He moves to the bathroom and has his own hot shower, not as long as hers but relaxing. He towels off and walks back into the bedroom. He goes to the bag again and brings out some scented candles. He lights them letting the low light illuminate the darkened room. No music plays, he wants to hear the sound of her breathing grasps and moans.

She lies in the middle of the bed, arms to her side. He kneels beside her and whispers softly in her ear, telling her how beautiful she is and how much he treasures her. He lowers the sheet to her lower back and pours some massage oil on her. Rashad doesn't warm up the oil as she loves the shock of the cold oil on her skin. His hands and her heat will warm it up soon enough. Lower back, shoulders, neck, back, these all get attention as he works out the tension of the day. Arms, hands, back to the shoulders, she deserves this, she is his tonight. He can hear her breath deeply; he knows that while the massage turns her on, the anticipation of more direct, intense stimulation is almost overwhelming for her.

He likes to build slowly, but never in the same way each time. He loves to keep her guessing. He moves her arms out from her side and works his way around to the side of her breasts, brushing them softly. Rashad feels Samantha roll slightly to give him better access but he ignores the hint, instead he reaches around and works on her neck and chest, working down to right above the nipple but never touching it. Her breath started to come faster now.

He moves back to her lower back, pushing the sheet down further, revealing her glorious and shapely ass. He is fully erect now and the desire to stoke himself is overwhelming, but he resists. He spreads her legs slightly and moves to position himself between them. Starting with her feet, each leg gets his attention, stopping at mid-thigh and back to the foot again. He moves higher on her legs, spreading them a bit more, He can see her pussy starting to gape, spreading itself, uncontrollably, yearning to be touched and probed. He focuses on her upper thighs allowing his hand to move to the very top, feeling the heat coming from her, pushing hard against the muscle at the top of her thigh, probing with his thumb the area between her ass, pussy and thigh, digging into the muscle, knowing the stretching and pushing is moving her clit back and forth again the sheets and is driving her crazy.

Up to her ass cheeks, massaging, stroking, and now pulling them apart revealing her tight pink asshole. The temptation to push his tongue into her is getting harder and harder to control. He can see her ass spasming slightly; her pussy is gaping further. The wetness is now dripping onto the sheets; her breath is deep and intense now. Sliding his hands along the inside of her ass, brushing her sensitive asshole, gliding along the sides of her pussy, never really touching, just hinting, just grazing. Her back arches and he knows she wants him to push a finger, or two, or four, or his cock into her holes, either of them, but he stays the course. Her pussy is wide open, gaping, and ready to be fucked. Her clit is swollen and red, yearning for direct pressure.

He tells her to turn over, she complies. Her face is flushed, hair still wet and clinging to her face and forehead. Her nipples are rock hard, swollen and red. Her pussy is fully open. Samantha spreads her legs without being asked, hoping for stimulation, hoping he will lock his mouth around her lips and suck her clit until she comes. Hoping Rashad will push his tongue inside her and suck the juices out. He leans over and whispers in her ear. Telling her again how beautiful she is and how much he wants her. But he also reminds her that she is not to come until he tells her, reminding her that she belongs to him that night and must do what he says. Samantha nods slightly and whispers "Yes".

He stayed kneeling between her legs, each time he moves to massage her belly and chest his rock hard cock brushes her pussy and belly, causing her to squirm hoping for penetration. He dripped massage oil all over her belly, working it into her skin, probing at Samantha's rib cage, her taut belly, down to the top of her pussy, pushing hard against the area right above her pubic bone; he knew this sensation would move through to her g-spot and clit. He goes back to the underside of her breast, around to the top, and around again. Slowly circling in on her nipple but never touching it. He grabs a breast in both hands and squeezes, moving out towards her nipple and stops just short. Samantha gasps, desperately needing the more intense stimulation but knowing it will not come. He goes back again, squeezing the entire breast, stopping short of the nipple, left then right and back again. 

He moves back to the top of her pussy and again to her breasts. Her nipples are hard as diamonds, swollen. Her breath is coming faster now. He looks and her pussy is wide open, dipping onto her asshole. He continues to move his hands from her legs, past the side of her pussy, his thumbs first pushing her lips together, squeezing her clit, then pulling them apart, stretching her pussy open, revealing her swollen red clit.

Her pussy is spasming slowly, opening and closing. She tries to bring her legs together to bring some direct stimulation to her clit but Rashad tells her to stop, pushing her legs apart further. She loves the control she has to give up. Giving up control of her body is the ultimate release. 

Rashad finally gives in to her desire and touches her nipples, first one, then the other, then both, circling, stroking now pinching. Squeezing, pinching, harder now, and almost unbearable but Samantha can feel the orgasm building inside her. He takes her breast in his hands and squeezes, moving slowly out to the nipple and ending at the tip, pinching hard. Then the other breast, back and forth until she is thrashing on the bed. He takes both nipples in his fingers and squeezes and pulls hard, she cries out and tells him she wants to come, telling him to allow her to come. He whispers in her ear again, telling her how badly he wants to fuck her, how sexy she is, but telling her not to come, not yet.




Life Ch. 02



He moves around to her head and places it softly in his lap, he tells her to grab her knees and to pull her knees up to her chest. With her head in his lap they can both see her beautiful pussy, open, fully exposed, dripping, spasming slowly, juices pouring down between her legs. He dips a finger into her pussy and brings it to his mouth. "You taste amazing." Her pussy is ready to explode; she is looking in his eyes, asking him to give her release. 

He moves both hands to her breasts and softly strokes her nipples, round and around, pinching slightly but still stroking. To her neck now, down between her breasts, to the top of her pussy, then around the sides pulling her pussy open further. He goes back to her neck, chest, outside her breast, to the top of her pussy, stretching it open again, neck, nipples, pinching, pulling, down to her pussy and around, again and again, building.

He decides it is time, he can feel his own orgasm building, his cock dripping, hard against the back of her head.

He grabs her nipples and pinches hard and he tells her it is ok to come, she looks deep in his eyes, noticing that they are starting to glow a soft green, and he can see her pussy start to spasm as her first orgasm overtakes her. Not once have they touched her clit and she is coming in waves. He puts one hand around her neck and with the other he continues to squeeze her nipples. Samantha comes again, and then again. Gasping, crying, thrashing around on the bed and the spasms overtake her entire body.

He puts her head on the bed and leans over her. Samantha desperately takes his cock in her mouth. She is still holding her knees apart and he reaches down and pushes two fingers deep in her pussy. He curls his fingers until he is against her g-spot; his thumb is rubbing her clit, hard now. He pulls hard against her g-spot, rapid pulses, timed with his thumb on her clit.

Samantha screams out and comes again. She is sucking Rashad's cock hard now and he knows he will burst soon. He pulls his fingers out of her and rubs the palm of his hand against the outside of her pussy, sliding past her clit, over her wet lips, between her ass cheeks to her asshole, and then back, stimulating the entire area. She sucks harder now as he moves his hand back and forth across her wet pussy. 

He can feel himself losing control; he dips his mouth to her clit and sucks hard, with both hands he reaches under her ass, two fingers plunging into her asshole the other hand fucking her pussy hard and deep. He pushes deep in her mouth, fucking her willing mouth. He waits until he feels her pussy and ass start to spasm, as her orgasm overtakes her and he comes, filling her mouth. Samantha gasps at the heat, swallowing and sucking, milking the come from his cock. Rashad continues to suck her clit and fuck her wet holes and she comes one final time.

Exhausted they collapse on the bed, and fall into a deep sleep.

*****

Her body was curled up against him as her head leans on his shoulder. A soft whimper came from her throat as her hand slides over his chest in her sleep. Her red locks fall over her eyes as her breathing is slow and steady. Her heart beats slowly as she listens to his heartbeat against her ear. Her eyes slowly open and she looks over to his face as a soft smile came to her lips. They were breaking their promise but she felt as if she needed him by her heart. Her eyes close once more as her fingers lay across his chest as her lips slip and press gently against his muscled chest. 'Keep me.' Her mind thought gently as a soft smile still plays across her lips. 

 

September 28, 2012 (Friday -- 1 day to the Full Moon)

Rashad's eyes opened. He looked around trying to get his bearings and realized he was in the motel room. He looked down and saw that Samantha was asleep on his chest. A stray hair had fallen across her face and he gently removed it, admiring her beauty with the sunlight hitting her in the face. He heard a vibrating sound and gently moved her off of him as he reached to the side of the bed and pulled his cell phone from his pocket. The caller ID said Reginald, he picked up the phone.

"Yeah" he said in a low voice. Samantha rolled to her other side and continued sleeping.

"There's a fight happening in two hours. I will send you the address, if you can fight your guaranteed two thousand dollars." Reginald said to him with hope in his voice.

"I'll be there" Rashad said as he hung up the phone. It vibrated again as a text message came in with the address. He rolled over and came up from behind on Samantha. He pulled her back to his chest and she reached out and grabbed his hand and brought it to her chest. He laid there just thinking. About 30 minutes later he pulled himself from his thoughts and rolled out of bed. He went into the bathroom and showered, shaved and brushed his teeth and when he returned to the room, Samantha was lying on her back watching him with a smile. He returned the smile as he got ready.

"Where are you going?" She asked as she leaned up on her elbows.

"I am going to make some money. Do you want to come with me?" He asked as he put his shirt on. He was wearing a pair of shorts and sneakers.

"Sure, just let me get ready." She said as she walked past him and went into the bathroom; he noticed that she hadn't shut the door all the way. He was tempted to follow her in there, but he instead fell to the floor and began doing pushups.

*****

She turned on the water in the shower and stepped under the warm stream. A soft groan came from her throat as her eyes close. Her body relaxed under the heated stream as it flowed down her curves. Her fingers slipped down over her breasts and over her stomach down over her hips. A soft sigh came from her throat as she remembered his hands running down over her flesh. A soft smile tweaked her lips. Her fingers rubbed and massaged at her hair before rinsing it off. She finished washing up and shaving her legs and underarms before rinsing off and turning off the water. She stepped out of the shower taking up a towel. A soft hum came from her throat as she dries off and gets dressed in a tight pair of black jeans and a low cut magenta halter top. The straps of her little lace black bra could be seen slightly as she bent over pulling on her black boots. Her fingers pulled the brush through her hair before letting her hair lay loose down her shoulders. She pushed up her glasses and stepped out of the bathroom. She smirked as she leans against the doorframe of the bathroom. 

"You are one sexy looking male." She said in a near whisper as her eyes watched him. 

*****

"Thank you" Rashad said as he finished his last push up and stood up. He hadn't broken a sweat doing that set of a hundred, but that wasn't what surprised him, the fact that he heard her whisper as if she had said it normally was. Without looking at her, he picked up his cell and called a cab. 45 minutes later they had arrived at an old warehouse in Portsmouth and they walked into the doors past two guards.

The inside of the warehouse had been cleared out. It was just one huge open space with a crowd of people wearing nice clothes surrounding a make shift ring in the middle. As Rashad and Samantha walked in, Reginald walked up to them wearing a cheap suit and a smile on his face.

"You're here, good. We have a slight change of plans, there was supposed to be a three on one fight tonight, but the one fighter got arrested for being a meth dealer. We need someone to take his place. If you lose the fight, you still make fifteen hundred, but if you win you get the pot worth ten." Reginald said with a smile.

"How much of that do you get?" Samantha asked Reginald. Reginald looked at her like he had just noticed her.

"10%" he said.

"What are they giving me as odds on this fight?" Rashad asked as he looked around the area.

"5 to 1" Reginald said.

Rashad reached into his pocket and pulled out the $400.00 he had pulled from the ATM at the motel. He handed it to Samantha. "Place this on me for my fight." She looked at him, took the money and then leaned up and kissed him tenderly on the lips. She turned and followed Reginald to place the bet. A few moments later Reginald waved him over to the side of the ring. He gave him some last minute instruction and then Rashad walked out to the middle of the ring.

As he was walking out, three men separated themselves from the rest of the crowd. They all looked to be about the same height and weight as Rashad. One was wearing a red t-shirt, one a black one and one had his chest bare and was flexing his muscles. Suddenly a bell rang, and the fight began.

They came in succession. Red shirt came and caught Rashad on the chin, but he rolled with it and ducked and sidestepped the other two attacks pushing the bare chested one back in black t-shirt so he could get some room from them. He stepped into Red and threw a punch, missing him as Red ducked. Rashad used the momentum for him to whip out a roundhouse kick at Black. He caught him in the face and the sickening snap of vertebrae told the crowd he wasn't getting back up any time soon.

While he fought, there was another battle happening within Rashad. He could feel the beast within him clawing to get out. 'Let me out, let me taste the violence.' It said within his mind. 'No' he responded firmly, but he could feel his hold slipping. He had to end this quickly. He looked up in time to get punched in the face by Red. As he spun from the blow he saw Shirtless walk up and punch him three times in the face, Rashad fell to the floor.

He struggled to get up and that is when Red stepped up, raised his foot and brought it down on his elbow, snapping it in half. The pain was intense, the worst he had ever felt in his life. He heard applause from the crowd and he could hear Samantha calling for him. He looked to where her voice was and saw her struggling against a man that was preventing her from coming to him. He tried to reach out to her, but the pain in his arm was too much and he fell again. 

He looked up and saw Red and Shirtless laughing and coming up to him. Shirtless lifted him to his feet and held him while Red punched him over and over again in the face, stomach, ribs (cracking 2 of them) and his elbow, sending fresh waves of pain through his body.

"Hey Mickey, I think that redhead is his bitch" Rashad heard Shirtless say to Red.

"Really Jay" Red said back to Shirtless. Rashad saw Mickey walk over to where Samantha was being held and heard him whisper in her ear "when this is over, you, I and Jay can go have some real fun." The crowd was cheering, People were laughing and enjoying themselves and Samantha had a look of sheer terror on her face. 'My turn' the voice said inside his head and Rashad didn't stop it.

Adrenaline and energy started to course through Rashad and he could feel his body changing. He could feel his muscles reconnecting and the ligaments and tendons in his elbow sewed themselves back together, meaning he had full use of his arm again. He could see that hair was growing all over his body and Jay was having trouble holding him because his body mass had increased so suddenly. 

*****

Samantha heard the snap and her eyes went wide with horror. She screamed out and tried to go forward but suddenly arms wrap around her. The strength of the hold told her it was a man. She struggled and screamed out Rashad's name again as the tears threatened to flood and spill over her cheeks.

"Rashad!" She screamed out reaching for him. She saw his eyes coming to her. She saw the pain in his face. Her body shook as her nails clawed at the arms around her. Her feet planted and tried to pull herself forward. She tried elbowing the guy and stomping on his feet but he wouldn't let go. Her eyes came to the red shirted guy as he moved towards her. Her body stopped struggling as she pushed back against the one holding her now. Her eyes held horror as he said that when the fight was over that they were going to have fun with her. Her eyes went up past him towards Rashad. 'Help me.' She pleaded with her eyes, her body shaken to the core trembling now in the grip of the one holding her. 

*****

Rashad reached behind him and grabbed Jay by the head, and using his hips as a fulcrum, pulled him across his back and to the floor. When Jay hit, all the air rushed from his lungs and Rashad punched him in his chest hard, knocking him unconscious. 

Mickey turned when he heard Jay's body hit the ground, but he didn't have any time to react before Rashad had his hand over hiss face, pivoted and slammed the back of his skull on the concrete ground. Everybody knew he was dead, but the leaking blood from his skull only confirmed it. The crowd stood in stunned silence. Rashad returned to normal and walked over to Samantha.

*****

The one holding Samantha released her and moved back away as she trembles but not in fright of what he had done. She was still shaken from the man's words. Her arms went around Rashad and held him tightly. 

"Can we leave now? Please?" She begged to him. Her voice had the quiver of fear in it. "Please take me away from this." She begged. He only nods as his arm moved protectively around her waist and kept her close. "You were amazing." She spoke under her breath as she tucked her head close to his chest. She could smell the blood and the musk of the animal that came forth for only a few moments. "Keep me, Rashad. I don't think I want to be anywhere else with anyone else at this moment." She breathed gently. 

*****

"Keep me, Rashad. I don't think I want to be anywhere else with anyone else at this moment." Rashad snapped back to his senses when Samantha's words were spoken in his heart. He looked down at her in his arms. 'You came out didn't you, what have you done?' he thought to the beast inside him. 'Vengeance' was the only response he received and then the beast was quiet. Rashad turned, releasing Samantha from his grasp, and looked at the damage. He could see that Jay was breathing, but Mickey was dead, and the one in the black t-shirt was being held up, but it didn't look like his legs worked. He turned away, not because the sight sickened him, but because he felt nothing for these men. 'What has the beast done to me?' 

He started walking toward the exit while holding Samantha by the waist. The crowd parted for him like the Red Sea for Moses. He saw Reginald standing on the side with a huge grin, they walked up to him.

"Here's your cut" Reginald said as Rashad stood in front of him. Reginald counted off ninety 100 dollar bills. "And this is from the bet." He said as he handed him twenty more. "You made a name for yourself tonight kid; I will definitely be able to set up more fights for you. We're going to be rich." Reginald said with a smile as he started to leave. Rashad reached out and grabbed his arm.

"I need a change of identity: a driver's license, social security number, and the whole nine yards. I need to leave my old life behind." Rashad said to him. Reginald looked at him with a confused look, and then pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. He turned to the side and talked to someone for a couple of minutes and then he hung up. He pulled his phone up and took a shot of Rashad, pushed a few buttons on his phone and turned back to them.

"I have a friend that can get you all that for 5 thousand. He will have your items done in 48 hours and he will text you the address where you can pick up the items and how to pay for them." Reginald said and then turned and left the warehouse.

As Rashad and Samantha were leaving, a man walked up to them wearing an expensive Italian suit shadowed by three men with distinctive bulges under their jackets. He stood in front of Rashad with a smile on his tanned face. 

"That fight was amazing." He said in a clipped British accent. He had a smile that showed his capped white teeth. "My name is Arthur Cabrera. I'm what you might call a fight promoter. I come around to these underground fights to see if there is anything worth looking at. If there is, I give them one chance to make it into the big leagues. I saw you, and here is your chance." He said with a smile.

"There is a ten round elimination fight happening in Washington D.C. next Thursday. It's invite only and the purse is $500,000.00, winner takes all, plus they get official endorsement. This means that you get paid top dollar and don't have to pay for anything." He reached into his pocket and pulled out and envelope and handed it to Rashad. "Inside are two tickets to D.C. and the official letter saying you were invited. You can bring a guest" he says as he nods toward Samantha "and we provide the hotel room for your stay." Once he had given the envelope to Rashad he turned and he and his guards disappeared through the exit doors.

Rashad took the envelope and put it in his pocket and pulled out his cell phone and called a cab. When they got outside the warehouse and were waiting for the cab, Rashad turned to Samantha. "What do you think we should do?"

*****

"We have to leave. They all saw our faces. This won't go without repercussions, Raz. I will follow you wherever you go." She said gently as her fingers slid over his cheek. Her eyes watched his as she brought a soft smile to her lips. "I'm with you all the way, love. I won't go anywhere without you." She said as her lips press a gentle kiss to his as her eyes close some. Her head leans into his chest inhaling gently his salty sweaty scent as her fingers slide over his chest gently. His arms wrapped around her and held her tightly against him. 

*****

When they got back to the hotel room, Rashad said he would go get them something to eat and something to cook with from Wal-Mart. Samantha had said that she would go with him, but he needed a few moments by himself to sort out what had happened to him in the last few hours. She looked sad, but she agreed. Now he was walking back across the street to the Econo Lodge with a couple bags full of food and some utensils frying pan and a cookie sheet. As he was walking up to his door he heard Samantha's cell phone go off and she pick it up.

"Hey honey." She said. Rashad guessed it was Terrance. He stood there without making a sound and listened to the conversation through the door. "No, I haven't been home for a couple of days...I have been hanging with Rashad...He and his wife broke up for some reason and I thought he needed a friend nearby...I can't wait for you to get back either...I love you too. I will see you on Sunday." He heard her disconnect the call. He put his key in and walked inside. She turned and smiled at him. He didn't return the smile.

"I got us some food and things to cook with." He said as he put the bags on the bed. He still didn't look at her in the face and she got up off the bed and walked around to him. 

She lifted his chin with her hand "What's wrong?"

"Would you lie to me?" He asked.

"No, never" She said with earnest.

"What about Terrance, did you say the same things to him. I heard you on the phone. You didn't tell him what has happened between us the past few days. So tell me why I can believe that you wouldn't lie to me?" Rashad said. Samantha took a step back as she could see that his eyes were pulsing green.

*****

"I'm going to tell him what has gone on between us. If I had told him over the phone about us coming together with him driving back from Louisiana may make him crash. We both care about Terrance's wellbeing, Rashad. He has two little girls that need their daddy. I will tell him when he returns home. I'm here for you, Rashad. Please understand that." She says gently on the verge of tears. They pooled at the corners of her eyes. 

She watched him and slowly turned away walking in the bathroom closing the door. She wiped at the tears. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She was going to tell Terrance when he got back. When she knew that he could see his kids again. She sat down on the toilet seat and used some toilet paper to blow her nose. 




Life Ch. 02



*****

Rashad watched as she went into the bathroom and he went and sat on the bed. 'Why do I feel like this, why am I so over protective about her?' He thought to himself. He felt so full of energy that he just wanted to run, but he knew he couldn't, he had to stay and resolve this situation. He took off his shirt and did a handstand on the ground. He started doing push-ups with his feet in the air. For some reason, it was easy to keep his balance. He was only up to 15 when he heard Samantha in the bathroom say "Damn this gallbladder."

He stopped, just holding himself up as he thought to himself. 'Dang, that's right. I totally forgot about her gallbladder. She doesn't complain about it when we go out or anything. I have to see if there is something that can be done about that.' Just as he finished that thought, Samantha walked out of the bathroom. He sprang back to his feet and walked up to her and embraced her in a hug. "I'm sorry, what you said is correct, we both care about Terrance and it is better to tell him when he gets back. I'm going to be the one to tell him though."

Samantha backed out of the embrace and looked at Rashad in his brown eyes. "It's my responsibility to..." She was saying but Rashad but his index finger on her lips to silence her.

"I'm his friend and I will tell him, plus you don't need the additional stress right now. When he gets back Sunday, I will go see him and then get my new ID. After that we will catch a Greyhound and go to D.C. until the fight." Rashad said. Before Samantha could say anything he began kissing her. Softly at first and then the intensity was turned up as their tongues danced within each other's mouth. They made love the rest of the night and into the early morning. 



Life Ch. 03



Ok, so I committed incest, but in my defense, my cousin lied to make me believe I wasn't actually her blood relative. Whatever, it's morally wrong, and gross, and illegal in most states, and it won't happen again... Unless I see some adoption papers and the grave of whoever was being born in that video my mother shot. Anyway, I tried push that to back of my mind, and made it a point that when Linzy and I spoke, it was never brought up or the subject was quickly changed. After a week of getting denied, she finally gave up and stopped calling. Did I feel bad for doing that to her? Yes, I loved my cousin more than most of my family members, even after she tricked me into taking her virginity in an act of incest, but I couldn't come out and attack her for what she did. It was as much my fault as hers, I should've known better.

Summer in the south started turning into pool-weather about the end of May, so by mid-June my brother had already planned a party to take place while our mother and stepfather took their now annual vacation to Hawaii. I was basically planning to make some money as a taxi for all the drunk-asses that were too stubborn to spend the night on the couch, floor, bathtub, lawn furniture, ground, or anywhere else they fell. During a good party, charging $30 a head, I could usually make three or four hundred dollars on top of what I spent on gas, and that kinda money could definitely help me get my mind off Linzy, not to mention Dixie.

I made sure I had moved my Jeep to the vacant lot across the road from my house before my brother's friends started showing up and blocked me in, then just waited for someone to get to drunk to stay or go home alone. The first one was a group of three guys that wanted to go to the strip club, I told them not to call me or my brother when they needed to leave from there, collected my $90, and got home before the sun was even down. Second was a couple who decided my back seat would be a great place to try to knock boots cause both their parents were home; I told them that "No Sex" was clearly in the rules and they had 30 seconds to straighten up before they walked home, surprisingly they made it. Third up to bat were two brothers and one girlfriend who started fighting cause she was so drunk she had to tell brother A about the time she fucked brother B in highschool, both of them got left at a stop sign, and she got dropped at a bus stop for yelling at me to go back for them. 

I rarely had time to enjoy the party, not that I cared, my brother's friends were typical frat-boy and/or redneck types and most of the girls they hung around were not only stupid, but nasty sluts as well. A few caught my attention, and I talked to them when I wasn't driving. Three of them especially caught my eye. Danielle, Danni to her friends, was a fat but cute Irish girl with more freckles than skin, and frizzy red hair that seemed entirely uncontrollable, she actually got drunk enough to lose her top in the pool, which led me to nearly drown the frat boy that wouldn't give it back to her while I got it back from him. There was Joan, an Indian girl whose father owned a casino in NC, and whose ass could make J-Lo jealous; she was there with her boyfriend, who for some reason couldn't keep his eyes off Danni's cleavage despite the fact that Joan was barely wearing more than ass floss and pasties on strings, and had the body of an Olympic soccer player. Then was the absolutely darling little ash-blonde, who didn't even bring a bikini. She introduced herself as Deedee, and told me she was there for moral support of a girl who was currently sucking her on-again/off-again boyfriend's cock behind the pool house. She couldn't have been more than 5'5, and weighed less than 120 soaking wet.

Seventh on the list of those in need of a DD, was Joan and her boyfriend Ricky. Joan actually seemed a little drunker than Ricky, but that's only cause she was able to stay conscious. Halfway to her dorm, they got in a fight about his wandering eyes, and rumored wandering hands, lips, and penis. Normally fights between couples aren't that bad when their drunk, but I could tell this wasn't a drunken tiff. I drug Ricky out of the back seat after he grabbed Joan's shirt, ripping it, and raised his open hand to her. After kicking him the ribs and telling him that he should have more respect for women, I left him laying on the crosswalk in front of a Hess station. When I got back in the driver's seat, Joan had climbed over and into the front passenger's seat. "Sorry." She muttered.

I closed my door and started driving. "It's not your fault. He's an asshole." She was embarrassed that I had to see her getting abused that way. "You don't have to apologize for him hitting you. You're worth more than that you know?"

She sniffled and started wringing her hands. "Yeah? To who? My mother doesn't want me in her house anymore, my father doesn't think I'm even smart enough to run a blackjack table, and my boyfriend can't stop staring at that fat bitch's tits." She started crying after that outburst, and didn't stop until we reached her dorm and I pulled her over to hold her. "Shit, I just remembered, Ricky has all my money in his wallet, I can't even pay you for the ride."

I smiled, still holding her head against my chest. "Don't worry about it. You've had a rough night." I paused for a second, trying to figure out how I could actually make her believe it was okay. "Besides, having Joan Crow cry on my chest is worth twenty dollars."

She looked up at me and laughed. "You're a sweetheart." She wriggled closer to me and sat up more to kiss me. "And you definitely deserve something for getting me here safely." Before anything else, she opened her door and got out, then stumbled around the front to my side and asked through the window. "Can you walk me up to my room?"

She almost fell up the steps to the entrance, and I ended up carrying her to the desk where we had to sign in. "Is she okay?" The overweight black guy running things asked me as he ran his eyes over her legs which were hidden by nothing but a pair of loose shorts that barely covered her ass.

Joan rolled her head around. "I'm fine, just a lil drunk." She slurred. While we rode the elevator, Joan was sucking on my neck and collarbone. "I won't leave a hickie, I promise, I know you havta have a girl, and I don't want you to break up." She told me. At her room she made me put her down, and told me "My roommate quit school, so I have the whole room to myself til next semester starts."

"That's cool." I smiled, then took her keys from her so I could unlock the door. The normal twin bunk beds had been dismantled, and the beds were now crammed together with one giant blanket over them. Her TV had been left on, apparently she had been watching porn before she left, cause the DVD menu was replaying over and over on her PS2. "You know I think I think I've seen that one." I joked as I took her shoes off and tried to get her to lie down.

She protested. "No, I don't wanna go to bed. I havta give you something for the ride."

"No, really, it's ok." I reassured her and tried to stand up, but she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me in bed with her.

She kissed me again and forced me on my back. The lithe and strong Indian Princess decided that she was paying me whether I liked it or not, so I figured I might as well like it. While her tongue sloppily worked its way around my mouth, her hands worked their way quickly through my belt and the buttons and zipper on my jeans. Joan laughed inside the kiss as she flopped my cock out on my stomach, then looked down as she rubbed it slowly. She swung her leg over me, pulled one leg of her shorts open and pushed my dick up along her thigh. She sat, still holding the base of my cock, and pushed her other hand down the waistband of her shorts to move the crotch of her bathing suit out of the way, then jabbed my dick at her Cherokee cunt. It took a little work to get the head inside her at that angle, but once was in, neither of us wanted it out. She ground her pussy down on me until the only inch not inside her was blocked by the fabric of her clothes, then she finally brought her hands back out, and fell on me. "That's a big cock." Joan groaned before she continued to assault my mouth with her tongue, groaning and grunting through it while her hips made her pussy bounce on my cock.

I wrapped my hands around her ass to try to slow her riding, so I wouldn't cum before she did, and she sat up, bracing her hands on my shoulders and forcing more of my dick inside her. She groaned through her clenched teeth and started grinding her cunt back and forth on me when my cock finally bottomed out and hit her back wall. I ripped what left of her shirt open and popped the strings that held her tiny top in place so my fingers could tweak, twist and basically torture her penny-sized, rock-hard nipples. The second I did, her movements got more frantic, bending and stuffing my shaft in and out of her lubed up hole as she grunted each time she pushed her weight back down. Her hands clenched my shoulders and her pussy clenched my cock. "Cum! Cum! Cum, cum, cum! Now Goddamit, cum inside me!" she started chanting in rhythm with her motions as her eyes rolled back in her head.

One more hard downward thrust was all it took and I flooded her cunt with my cum. She kept riding until her arms gave out and she collapsed on top of me. She was asleep in seconds, so I rolled her off me and covered her up as best I could. Before I left, I typed my number on her computer and saved it as her background. Downstairs, I told Mikhail, the guy running the desk til morning, that if her boyfriend tried to get in, to call me and I'd take care of it.

On the way home though, I saw Ricky still lying in the street, lucky not to get run over, so I loaded him in the cargo door in the back and dropped him off in front of his frat house, minus his jewelry, wallet, cell-phone, and clothes.

When I arrived at home, my brother's best friend was standing in the parking lot with Danni, holding her hair so she wouldn't puke in it. "I guess she needs a ride?" I asked.

Josh, the friend, laughed and handed me two tens and some directions. "I'm staying here, so if ya don't mind draggin her to the front porch and ringing the bell."

"Sure thing." I told him and helped her into the passenger seat. "Rule number one, 'No Puking in Jeremy's Jeep'" I told her. "If you feel sick, I'll pull over and you can open the door." She nodded and told me it was fine. "And here's some Altoids. Your breath is kickin." I told her and handed her the tin of mints I kept in my glove box.

She slurred her speech and talked all the way to her house, which was less than fifteen minutes away. Telling me how cute I was, and that she hadn't been with a man in months, and that she didn't have any money for the ride home. I neglected to tell her about the twenty Josh gave me, and let her talk. I mean hell, it'd been almost a whole hour since Joan gave me a ride for me giving her a ride. I parked in her parents' driveway, all the lights were off, and started to get out, but she stopped me. "Hold on a minute." She said, then laid across the seat with her head in my lap. She bit my pants open and fished my semi-hard cock from my boxers."Why's your dick smell like pussy?" she asked me as she started licking up and down the shaft.

I wove my fingers into the mane of red hair on my lap. "What's it matter? You could've walked home." I told her and moved her head to the top of my cock where she wrapped her lips around the head and started sucking the rest past her teeth. She stopped when I started to enter her throat and began bobbing her head and stroking my shaft with her tongue. When she finally popped the head of my cock into her throat, I almost ripped her hair out, but let her loose when she pulled her head back. "Sorry, keep going." I reassured her before her mouth was empty.

Danni gurgled something and swallowed the head of my penis again. I reached my arm across her back and pushed my hand down the back of her bikini-bottom until I found the bottom of her slit. She kept sucking until her nose was in pubic hair, then start fucking me with her throat as I started pumping three fingers past her lips.. She was pushing down to her fist then taking my cock nearly out of her mouth. When she started bucking her ass at my hand, the Jeep started rocking and apparently her parents woke up, cause the upstairs light flicked on. I sucked in a deep breath and held off. "Comon, Danni, you can take it deeper than that can't you?" I urged and squeezed my thumb into her asshole.

The orgasmic moan she let loose was meant to be a scream, but it still loosened her throat enough for me to shove the last three inches of my cock into her mouth. Her pussy gushed on my hand as I worked my thumb deeper in her rectum, making her try to scream more. The vibrations got me as I grabbed the back of her head and bucked in my seat before cumming down her throat as the porch light came on.

Mid-orgasm and topless, she pushed herself off of me and out of the passenger door. She fell to her knees and started puking up sperm, god-knows how much alcohol, and a chicken sandwich from Wendy's. Laughing to myself, I grabbed her top that came unworked again and cleaned my cock off before fixing my pants and throwing it out the door.

"What the hell's going on out there?" I heard her father yell, so I slammed my foot on the gas and backed out, slinging dirt on him and his drunk daughter.

When I got home, there was another couple waiting on a ride. After dropping the girl off at her house, the boyfriend gave me an extra fifty to drive him to a strip-club. After that charming jaunt, I finally got back to the party. "Where have you been dude?" my brother, drunk, asked me when I reached pool side. "There's this sweet thing that's been looking for you for hours man."

Before I could I ask who and where, I heard a scream and a splash. I turned to see Deedee sputtering in the shallow end, still in her jeans and halter. I held a hand out and pulled her back on dry land. "You're a little drunk, aren't you?" I asked.

She nodded and tried to wipe some of the water off of her. "I didn't come to go swimming." She pouted.

"Comon, I'll try to find you some dry clothes inside." I told her and took her by the wrist. I told my brother I was done for the night on my way inside, and cut my cell phone off. I led her upstairs and into my bedroom. "I should be able to find something that might fit you." I told her and started digging in my dresser for a pair of Dixie's panties.

When I found them, I looked up to see that Deedee had already stripped to nothing but her soaked undies, with her clothes hanging from my towel hanger. Her white bra was entirely see through, and the effect of AC on her wet pink nipples was entirely evident through it. Her matching panties clung to her pussy and showed me the thin strip of hair that ran up from her puffy slit. "I waited for you after you left with Joan and Ricky." She said.

I dropped the panties. "Okay, that works too." I said as she walked to me and pushed me back to my bed. I fell back onto the bed and Deedee's slick wet body fell on top of me. Her lips found mine as my hands found the soaked hooks of her bra. She started grinding her cunt into my leg as I pulled her top off and started on the bottom. She reared up to throw her bra away and started moaning as the friction between her pussy and my pants started getting to her. I pulled her to me and rolled us over, and quickly pulled my shirt off. As we continued to suck on each other's tongues, I ground my knee into her crotch, spreading her lips and pushing her wet panties against her clit.

After a multitude of moans escaped her, she arched her back and broke our kiss long enough to groan out "God, Jeremy, just fuck me." She stayed arched long enough for me to yank her panties off and I pushed my jeans and boxers to the floor. I stood on my knees between hers, held her legs open by the ankles and pulled her puffy little pussy to me. Deedee grabbed my cock and ran the head up and down her slit, spreading her juices around, before she finally lined me up with her tunnel and pulled me into her.

It was a tight fit to say the least, and even as slick as her pussy was, I still had to work my cock into her little by little, pulling moans from each of us each time I pushed my dick in her deeper. Finally I hit bottom, her ankles were next to my ears and my hands were groping her ass, holding her to me and off the bed. I started shafting her slowly, pulling my cock out of her cunt only a few inches before sliding back into her, going further each time. "Fuck me." She whispered impatiently "Fuck me hard."

I gripped her ass harder and slammed my cock into her, pumping at her pussy and making my balls slap against her. She came quickly, squeezing her legs around my shoulders, trying to pull me to her. "Harder! Fuck me!" she ordered, her hands grabbing mine and jerking. As her pussy spasmed around my pistoning penis, I leaned over her, folding her at the hips until her knees were on her shoulders. I kept shoving my cock into her, the head banging on the door to her womb, balls knocking against her asshole.

Deedee screamed and started writhing under me, her pussy gripping and convulsing around my dick. "I'm cumming!" she shouted and thrust her hips at me as my own orgasm hit and I pumped her snatch full of semen.

I rolled off of her and she followed me over, laying across my chest. She kissed me sweetly once and we fell asleep, still drenched in sweat. Sometime shortly after dawn, I awoke to find us on our sides, with her ass pressing against my sleep-hard cock. She was snoring softly, and I couldn't think of a better wake-up call than an orgasm. I scooted down slightly, and bent one of her legs up enough to where I could lay the head of my cock at her still-wet entrance. I worked in slowly, hoping she wouldn't wake up until I was all the way in again. She groaned in her sleep, and I felt her body tense up, but as soon as I started fucking her pussy with long, slow strokes, she loosened up and started breathing heavily. I wrapped a hand around one of her delicious looking tits, and one of hers gripped my fingers as I started toying with her nipple.

Deedee gasped and moaned as my dick invaded her pussy again and again. She started grinding her ass back toward me, pushing me deeper into her pink-pit. "I'm gonna cum." I warned her through clenched teeth as I pushed my dick against her cervix.

"Me too." She groaned and her free hand came down and found my balls, massaging them just before I shot my load. "Ooohhhh, God..." she moaned out and pushed her ass at me over and over as her pussy milked my cock of the last drop I had left. Deedee craned her neck around to kiss me, and when we separated, a look of panic was on her face. "Oh. My. God."

"What's wrong, baby?" I asked, thinking maybe she forgot her birth-control.

She shoved herself out of my embrace and my bed, and started grabbing for her clothes. "I gotta go." She said as she pulled Dixie's panties on and didn't notice. "It was fun, really."She paused as she pulled her shirt on. "REALLY fun." She laughed and reached for her shoes.

I started after her as she went for the door. "Wait, can I get your number or something?" 

"A sorry gotta go." She called over her shoulder as she dodged hangover victims on her way out the front door.

I quickly got dressed to go after her, but she and her car were gone by the time I made it outside. Oh well, at least I had a pair of tiny white cotton panties to remember her by.



Life Ch. 03



Life: Character Backgrounds

To The Readers of this story:

I have read your comments and thought that this brief character background would help explain some of the characters. 

Any comments or ideas are happily welcomed.

KhaoticMethod



Rashad: At the beginning of the story, Rashad stood at about 6'4" and weighed in at about 500lbs. When the he was bitten he ended up at 6'5" and weighed in at 220lbs. with only 2% body fat. He is from Washington D.C. but lives in Norfolk, VA. He is Black with Italian and Black foot Indian decent. He starts the story wearing glasses and has short black hair. When he is bitten he loses the glasses but keeps his hair cut short. His parents and his little brother also live in the area. He has known Terrance (Samantha's boyfriend) for 15 years, and though they are friends, they have grown apart. He has only known Samantha for a year, but from the instant they met, they became fast friends. There has always been something between them that neither one of them had played on, till now.

Tracy: Tracy stands about 5'10" and has flowing red hair down her back to her butt. She and Rashad have been married for 8 years and until recently everything had been going fine. But since Rashad had been getting lazier and lazier, their sex life had dwindled and she was finding it hard to even be in the same room with him. She turned to God and has been heavily involved in the local church for the past year.

Samantha: Samantha is about 5'9" with red hair that goes to her shoulders. She is from New Jersey originally and still has family that lives there. She is dating Terrance at the beginning of the story and living with him at Stephen's house. There has been a mutual attraction between Rashad and Samantha since they met, but they never played on it because of Terrance, until Rashad started showing signs of the wolf inside him. Even though she loves Terrance, she wants to be with Rashad.

Terrance: Terrance is about 6'4" and has short dark hair. He is German and Scandinavian mix. He served in the Air force for 4 years before getting out. He and Rashad have been friends for 13 years and have only been dating Samantha for 6 months before the events of the story. He is a Site Developer for a local architectural company so he is gone a month at a time. As the events of the story are unfolding, he is away on a job.

Stephen: Stephen is Terrance's gay roommate.

Herbie: Herbie is about 5'8" tall and skinny. He is an ex-Marine and he and Rashad met while going to college. They hang out and are friends, but not as tight as Terrance. He was there in the woods when Rashad was bitten.

*****

September 29, 2012 (Saturday – Day of the Full Moon)

Rashad didn't dream. He woke up and looked at his cell phone; it read 12:30 pm. He got up and noticed that Samantha was still sleep. 'Well I'm not surprised considering last night. Damn, I didn't know she could bend that way.' He thought to himself remembering the night before. He walked into the bathroom and started the shower. He brushed his teeth and shaved and then hopped into the shower. Cleaning himself thoroughly, he turned the water off and stepped out. He went into the bedroom, where Samantha still slept, and he put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He grabbed his wallet and phone and put them in his pocket.

He went over to the bed next to the hotel phone and wrote a note to Samantha. It read 'You must have been tired from last night, and this morning. I am going to go and get something to eat. I'll bring you something as well. Vegetables right, since you're a vegetarian now because of your gallbladder? Lol, I'm just kidding, or am I? –Rashad' He put the pen down, walked to her side of the bed and kissed her softly on the cheek and walked out the door.

*****

Samantha eyes opened as she thought she heard the door close to the room. She lifts her head and some hair falls over her eyes. She looks around the room but doesn't see Rashad. She looks over and sees the note on the table and she reaches for it. She brushes the hair from her eyes as she chuckles some and rolls her eyes. 

"Chicken and veggies, you goofball," She mumbled gently. She rolls over and starts to put her feet on the carpeted floor and then groans softly, feeling her sensitive spots throbbing from the events of the previous night. She manages to muster the strength and walk unsteadily to the bathroom. She fills a paper cup with water and sips it. All the panting, moaning and whimpering and caused her throat to go dry. 

She sets the paper cup on the sink and turns on the water in the shower. She made sure the water was warm as she steps under the water. Her fingers slide down over her breasts remembering how he sucked her nipples last night. Her cheeks blushed as her fingers slide between her legs over sensitive lips. She whimpered out softly as her knees tremble some. Her free hand went to the wall as her jaw drops some. She sank down to her knees as the water slips down over her flesh. The juices ran down her legs as her breath huffed some. She whimpers and closes her eyes "Gods." She breathed out as a moan came from her throat. 

After a few minutes she slowly gets to her feet. She washed down her flesh and rinsed off before turning off the water and pulled a towel down. She wiped her face before wrapping the towel around herself. She stepped out and wiped the mirror down. She rubbed at her hair as she stared at her image in the mirror. She could see that she looked different somehow, like she was someone different even though she hadn't been the one changed by the werewolf. "I'm in love with one." She breathed gently as blush showed in her cheeks. She turned and opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the kitchenette. 

*****

Rashad was coming back across Military Hwy with bags from Wal-Mart in his hand, when he saw Michelle coming out of the motel office. She was heading toward her car when she saw him. She continued to her car, but instead of getting into it, she leaned against it and waited for him.

"Hey" she said as he was walking past. He hadn't intended to stop, but something inside him wanted to talk to her. He turned to her and smiled.

"Hey yourself" he said to her. She moved closer to him. As she did, Rashad could tell she was getting turned on. 'Samantha's in the room, what are you doing?' he thought to himself. Then he got a response, and he knew it was the beast; 'Fuck Michelle!'

"So what have you got in those bags?" Michelle asked, now she was standing so close Rashad could tell what kind of perfume she was wearing, Chinese cherry blossom, could see her nipples were perky, and just about taste her pussy on his tongue.

"Groceries, I am going to cook lunch for my..." what was Samantha? A girlfriend, a friend, fuck buddy? "...Friend who is in the hotel room waiting for me." Rashad said.

"Well, I have to go, but I will be back at 8 tonight, so if you get lonely or bored, come see me." Michelle said as she leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips. Rashad was going to back up before she touched him, but as soon as she made contact the beast inside took over. He dropped the groceries on the ground and wrapped her in his arms returning the kiss fiercely. She liked what he was doing and wrapped her arms around him. While they kissed she opened the back door to her car and they slid into the back seat.

His pants were unzipped and her skirt was up in a matter of seconds. Rashad was now face to face with the beautiful blonde as she used her hand to guide his cock to her pussy. She reached out and pulled the door closed with a thump, then sat herself down until she buried his cock inside her.

She sat for a moment and looked at Rashad who had a serious, almost primal look of pleasure as he felt the walls of her pussy around his penis. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips, then a longer more passionate one. Then she put her hands on his shoulders and started to lift and fall on to his cock. Slowly at first, then building in speed and the force she pushed herself down on him.

"Yeah fuck me!" she said as she moved.

Rashad couldn't believe how much he was enjoying her. At that moment, with the beast in complete control, Samantha didn't even enter his mind. He took off her shirt and soon revealed her bra and tits. Each time she hit bottom and his cock was up inside her, it sent a shudder through those B-cup tits and they made an amazing view.

He smiled and rubbed his face in her cleavage. She giggled a bit and unhooked her bra, slipping it off to let loose the fantastic contents. He was now free to lick and suck them at his leisure, something that he took full advantage of.

"Mmm, oh god yeah." she panted over and over as she got closer.

"Ah, ohhhh." and she reached orgasm and held him tight.

Rashad wasn't finished however and grabbed around her hips, fucking up into her rapidly, building his excitement and listening to the moans she let out at him fucking her so hard after her own orgasm. It wasn't long until it was too much and he came. He shot his cum into her and laid back in the seat panting at the exertion Michelle laid her head on his shoulder and kissed his neck. 

"Enjoy that?" she asked playfully.

"Oh yeah." he said with a laugh.

"Mmm, me too." she said and they stayed like that for a while. Although Rashad felt his cock soften, it was still inside her and it was a feeling he wanted to prolong.

When Rashad's head cleared he looked at Michelle and felt anger for himself. He grabbed her and gently removed her from his cock, pulled up his pants and slid out of the car. He grabbed the bags and turned to his room. 

"Come by later?" Michelle asked as she was pulling down her skirt and shirt and sliding out of the car.

"Nah, this was a one time" Rashad said as he walked quickly back to his room. He put the key in the lock and walked into the room.

*****

Samantha was bent over the bed rubbing the towel through her hair when she heard the door open. "Hey honey." She said under the towel as her fingers rubbed and tried to get her hair as dry as possible, before flinging back her head tossing back the tangled red locks from her eyes. She turned and smiled to him before using the towel to still rub at her hair. She stood up in a baby tee and a pair of shorty shorts. She went to the bathroom and returned the towel to the shower rod. She began brushing her hair while staring into the mirror. 

"Did you get everything you think we need from the store?" She asked from within the bathroom as her fingers smoothed at her hair as she ran the brush through. Her fingers tossed some hair from the brush into the trash before picking up her clip and drawing her hair back from her eyes. "Last night and this morning was wonderful, dear." She breathed to him as a smile still lingered on her lips. She could feel her nipples harden some at the thoughts and memories of their passions. "So damn wonderful" She breathed gently. 

*****

'Honesty is the best policy' he had heard. "I fucked another girl." He blurted out before he lost the nerve to say it. He stood at the entrance to the bathroom and watched her reaction in the mirror. First came disbelief, then confusion as if she didn't hear him right. Then he saw anger mixed with hurt as she turned around to face him. He could see tears streaming down her face, and he felt his body being racked with guilt.

"Why? Who? When?" She said through tears.

"I don't know why, it just happened. I was coming back from Wal-Mart and I ran into the girl at the front desk leaving. I couldn't control myself." He said. 'That is about the lamest excuse I have ever said' he thought to himself. He watched her walk toward him, grab the bathroom door and slam it in his face.

"Samantha, I'm sorry, I couldn't control myself." He said through the closed door.

"Leave me the fuck alone Rashad!!" he heard her scream through the door. He sat there in silence listening to her cry. He went to open the door but stopped himself. 'You deserve this; you're nothing but an animal now. Just a pile of instincts and no control' he thought to himself. He turned and left the hotel.

*****

Her head fell into her hands as the tears slipped down between her fingers to the floor at her feet as her body sank down missing the toilet seat and sat on the floor. Her legs drew up against her chest as the flood seemed like it was never going to go away. Her heart clenched hard as her hand clenches at her chest some. Her body trembles as pain courses through her flesh. She suddenly felt sick and lifts the toilet seat in time to throw up. Her eyes clenched tightly shut as the sickness took her until only dry heaves were left. Her trembling hand lifts and flushes the toilet a couple of times. Her eyes didn't look. She felt drained and helpless leaning against the toilet unable to control the shaking of her flesh. 

"Why?" She whimpered out softly. She drew her towel down from the shower curtain and wiped at her mouth as she leaned back against the bathtub. Her head leaned on her arm against the tub as her legs were drawn up against her chest. Her eyes close as her free hand still clenches at her chest praying the pain would subside soon. 

*****

He picked up his phone and dialed Herbie's number.

"Hey" Herbie said when he picked up the phone.

"I need you to pick me up. I am at the Econo Lodge on Military. There's a lot that has happened over the past week and you need to be brought up to speed." Rashad said.

"Okay, I will be there in 20 minutes."

Rashad looked at his cell phone and saw that it was 3:06 pm. About 25 minutes later Rashad saw Herbie's '02 beige Pontiac Sunfire pull into the lot. He got into the passenger seat and Herbie gave him a look of confusion until he realized it was Rashad, and then he just looked shocked.

"What the hell happened to you?" Herbie asked.

"Just drive out to Pongo and I will tell you all the details." Rashad said. Herbie put the car in gear and headed out to Pongo while Rashad retold the week's events, leaving nothing out.

When they got out to Pongo, Rashad pulled his cell phone from his pocket and saw that there were no messages. He sent a text to Samantha, it read: 'I know what I did was inexcusable, and unforgivable. I am sorry. I am out in Pongo for the night. I will be back tomorrow to get my ID and then I am going to the Greyhound station. If you're there I know we can work this out, if not, then it's a good thing you didn't tell Terrance about us. If you aren't there, then have a blessed life and know that I love ice cream.'

*****

She must have fallen to sleep against the cold tile floor. When she awoke sometime into the night her stomach growled in hunger but her body wouldn't move as it still trembled some. Her hand was still clenched at her chest but the pain of her gallbladder had subsided now. Straining and whimpering she slowly pulled herself up from the floor. She wiped her face and cleaned out her mouth that was as dry as cotton. She looked a mess in the mirror. Her reflection was quite pale and her eyes seemed to have lost their glitter. She turned away from the mirror and opened the bathroom door. Her eyes looked out into the bedroom area and she saw that he was not in the room. Her phone had a blinking red light showing that it had a text message on it. 

She walks to the bed and sits on the side. She opens the phone and finds the text from Rashad. She felt a few tears slip down her cheeks as she read his text. She drew the phone against her chest. Her head dropped some as the tears dripped and fell onto her bare thighs. She drew back the phone and wiped at the tears some. 

'I love you. Come back to me, please. I forgive you always. Don't leave me alone.' She texted to him and sent him the message. She drew her legs up onto the bed and curled into a ball holding the phone close and hoped he would text her back and come back to her. A few stray tears slipped down her cheeks and were absorbed into the blankets under her shivering body. She drew at the blanket some and tried to cover herself up as she held tightly to the phone. 

*****

Rashad guessed it was around 9 as he sat deep in the woods. He had left his cell phone with Herbie and told him to meet back where he dropped him off in the morning, with a change of clothes. The moon hadn't risen yet as he sat deep in the woods by himself. He could hear and smell animals walking around him, but they kept their distance. Apparently they could sense that this man was a threat. 

He looked at the clothes he was wearing; they were the same ones he had on when he fucked Michelle. 'God, what was I thinking?' He started to feel funny in the pit of his stomach and his muscles started to respond to some unseen queue. He looked up in the sky and saw that the full moon was rising and his body was reacting to it.

At first he didn't really feel anything as he slipped into the near human state. It felt like it did in the warehouse. His muscles stretched and reformed. Muscle began to grow on muscle. He could feel his mass increase and his facial structure change. He could see hair starting to grow on his arms and feel it everywhere else. 

He watched his hands and felt his teeth start to elongate. He rubbed his brow and could feel his brow starting to slope. 'This isn't so bad' he thought to himself. Then the pain hit him like a ton of bricks. It ripped through his body and it was so intense that he wished he would black out, but the same thing that was doing this to him prevented him from losing consciousness. 

He could feel his legs snap at the knee and invert, his arms became longer almost ape like, claws protruded from his fingernails. He could see his nose stretching out into a wolf's maw and could feel the fangs as they grew. A slight pain, considering, came from above his butt bone and he looked to see a tail wagging in the air. As quickly as the pain came, it left, and all that was left was the rage.

*****

Samantha's tears had dried up as she lay on her back staring through slits towards the ceiling. Her eyes move towards the clock on the VCR near the TV. Night had fallen and she still hadn't heard from Rashad. Her eyes go to the hotel window as a brightened light began to fill the window and brighten the room some. Her body stood and went to the window. Her eyes went wide some. The full moon was on the rise. "His change" She breathed as she felt her heart pick up speed in her chest. She began to pant some as her body trembles. Strange and alluring sensations and even some pain seemed to slip through her body as a soft whimpering moan came from her throat. Her eyes closed to slits as the blinds remained open showing the full moon to her eyes. She steps back from the window as her calves touch the bed. 

She falls back upon the bed as momentary flashes of images passed under closed eyelids. Her breathing huffed as her nails grabbed at the blanket under her flesh. She could see Rashad's body change and could feel the pain that he felt course through her own flesh. Her head lifts as her back arches some off the bed. Her pink G-string panties became quite wet and soon soaked her shorty shorts as she moans out. She could smell his scent and thought she heard his howl through the walls into her very soul as her nails dug and tore some at the comforter under her body. Her jaw was slack some as her head shook from one side to another seeing his claws fly and slice into the throat of a large deer. She could smell the blood of the deer fill her senses and hear the soft growls and whimpers from the throats of some coyotes that were quite close to him and his kill. She could almost taste the meat as he tore into the stomach and bowels of the deer. Her chest huffed as her heart climbs into her throat. She could see his glowing eyes as if they could actually see her. A deep throat growl came from his throat as her body trembles hard and another wave of her juices wets her panties and shorts, slipping down her inner thighs. She slips away drawing the ruined blankets harder around her trembling flesh.




Life Ch. 03



September 30, 2012 (Sunday)

Rashad woke up slowly and looked around. He was still in the woods, and there was something wet and furry under him. He looked down, and into the eyes of a massacred dear. Its neck had been ripped open and he could see its ribcage had also. He moved from it and saw the blood on his hands and his chest. He could taste it in his mouth and it started to flood his nostrils, and with the smell came the memories of last night.

He remembered hunting the deer, stalking it till he was ready to attack. He did so, mercilessly, ripping its throat out and then tearing into it. He remembered that a pack of coyotes had come, smelling the fresh kill, but kept their distance as they saw what had taken it down. He looked over to the woods and saw a pair of eyes looking at him; it was one of the coyotes from last night. He stood up and walked away from the kill. As he did, more coyotes came from the woods and began tearing into the deer, while keeping a watchful eye on him.

Rashad sniffed the air and he could tell where he had come from and began walking in that direction. He felt a branch scrape his hip and for the first time he looked down and realized that he was naked. 'Great, Herbie better be there when I get back, or this could be embarrassing.' He thought to himself. He continued walking for about an hour till he came to the clearing where Herbie had dropped him off the night before. He was leaning on his car waiting for him as Rashad came out of the woods.

Herbie tossed him a pair of shorts, which he immediately put on, and a bottle of water and a rag. Rashad sipped the water, and then soaked it and began wiping the dried blood from his skin and face. When he was clean he put on his t-shirt and shoes and grabbed his cell phone and turned it on. When the time came up he saw that it was 6:24 am, and he had a message from Samantha, it read: I love you. Come back to me, please. I forgive you always. Don't leave me alone. 

"So, how'd it go last night?" Herbie asked as they got in the car.

"Do you really need to ask?" Rashad responded while still holding the now bloodied rag in his hand.

"What happened?" Herbie asked as he turned the car around and headed for the road.

"Apparently I killed Bambi." Rashad said with a smile on his face. They both laughed a little and then Rashad threw the rag out the window near some woods. Luckily he had checked to make sure no one was around first.

"Are you hungry?" Herbie asked as they drove back into Virginia Beach.

"I could eat, yes" Rashad said. Herbie pulled into a Denny's and they got out of the car. They went in and were seated rather quickly. Rashad ordered a root beer while Herbie had water. They sat and talked about school, what had happened to Rashad in the woods and other subjects until they ordered. When the food came they ate in silence, and Rashad covered the bill, leaving the waitress a $10.00 tip for her excellent service. They climbed back into Herbie's car and he drove him back to the Econo Lodge.

"Well dude, we are leaving tonight for D.C., I don't know when and if I will be back around. I got your number." Rashad said as he shook Herbie's hand and got out of the car. He grabbed his gear out of the back, shut the door and walked up to the motel room. He took his key out and opened the door.

*****

Her body lay wrapped tightly in the blanket from the bed. It looked ravished and half fallen to the floor. Her cell phone was on the other pillow on his side of the bed and beeping softly telling that the battery was dying. Her body was still in her shorty shorts that showed her silky smooth thighs and the hint of a pink G-string at her waist. Her tank top was twisted some showing off her plump breasts from either side of the tank top. She heard the door as her eyes open and her head turns some to see Rashad coming into the room. A soft smile came to her lips. 

"How was your first change?" She asked gently as he dropped his stuff on a chair and closed the door behind him. He moved towards her and came up onto the bed over her as they stared into each other's eyes. Her fingers lift and slip gently over his cheek. His lips tried to kiss at her fingers as she chuckles some staring up at him. "I bet it was exciting, to run free and naked in your animal form, the feel the wind whip through your fur and your head lifting to the moon howling out. I thought I heard a howl in my sleep. I dreamed of you. I dreamed you tore into a deer. I could see you as you tore its throat open. I could feel you last night." She breathed gently as his eyes went wide. Her fingers were gentle slipping over his cheek as she watched his wide eyes. "It was an amazing dream." She breathed gently. 

*****

Rashad rolled off of her and lay on his back on the bed. Samantha rolled over and put her chin on his chest and looked at him. "You dreamt what I saw" Rashad said more as a statement than a question. Samantha just nodded her head on his chest.

'Why would she be able to dream what I did?' Rashad thought to himself. He lay there for about 10 minutes trying to figure it out, but decided that it was another mystery that would have to be solved at a later date, for now he just wanted to get his new ID. With that thought in his head he rolled over and began lightly kissing Samantha on her forehead. Then down to her lips and as his tongue was about to enter her mouth, his phone rang. At first he was going to ignore it, but something told him to pick it up. He checked the caller ID and saw that it was Reginald.

"Hey" he said.

"My friend has your ID done. Go to the address I'm about to text you. He's on the top floor, room 1002, his name is Mark. Have the money with you." Reginald said and then hung up the phone. A few seconds later his phone vibrated as a text message came in. He saw the address and was pretty sure it was a hotel in Virginia Beach. He told Samantha.

"Jump in the shower first. While you are doing that, I'm going to run across to Wal-Mart and get us a suitcase. When I get back I'll take my shower and we can head out." He said as he got off of the bed, she followed him. They gave each other a quick kiss on the cheek and then he left the motel room. He picked a black Travel Select Amsterdam 25" Expandable Wheeled Upright Suitcase, a bag of Jolly Ranchers and a couple of sodas. When he got back, Samantha had on a green Miss Tina Women's Ruffled Sleeveless Zip Front Dress with a pair of black Da Viccino Perry flip flops on. Seeing her like that, he could feel the beast wanting to come out. He turned and went into the bathroom and locked the door.

It only took him 15 minutes to shower and brush his teeth, and when he came out he had calmed the beast inside. Samantha had called the cab, and by the time it had arrived, they had checked out of the motel and were waiting for it. Rashad could smell the cherry flavor of the Jolly Rancher she was sucking on, and he wanted to taste her so badly. 

It took about 30 minutes but then the cab pulled up to the Hampton Inn. Rashad paid the cab to wait there, left the luggage in the trunk, and he and Samantha walked inside, got in the elevator and rode it to the top floor.

They walked out on the 10th and found the room they were looking for. Rashad knocked and after a few seconds, he could hear someone shuffling to the door and pause. He could smell the man through the door. He smelled of old pizza and Chinese take-out, ink and paper and a few other scents Rashad couldn't place. The door opened and a short, balding, middle aged man with wire rimmed glasses and no facial hair stood before them holding an envelope.

"Where is the money" the man said without introducing himself. Rashad reached into his back pocket and counted off the money for the man and then handed it to him. The man handed Rashad the envelope and then shut the door. Rashad opened the envelope and dumped its contents in his hand. He saw that there was a social security card for a Javon Helmsley, a Virginia Driver's License under the same name, and a Chase Visa credit card. There was a smaller envelope that said 'Read Me' on it. Rashad opened that one and inside was a thumb drive.

"Well I guess I am Javon Helmsley now" Rashad said with a smile as he and Samantha walked back to the elevator. While they were waiting for the elevator to arrive, Rashad switched ID's and cards for the new one, put the old ones in the envelope and Samantha took and put it in her purse for later disposal. 

Rashad leaned over and put his mouth right next to Samantha's ear and whispered "I have wanted to jump you since I got back." She blushed, giggled and then took her mouth and put it next to his ear and whispered "Me too."

When the elevator arrived they walked in and began riding it down. All of a sudden Rashad reached across and hit the stop button, he then opened a panel and separated and reconnected a couple of wires. He then turned to Samantha with a wicked smile on his face.

"What did you do?" She asked as he walked up and put his arms around her waist and brought her closer to him.

"I stopped the elevator, made it so I am the only one that can restart it, and disabled the camera they have in here." He then began kissing her. It was a hungry kiss, born out of hours of desire. Samantha returned it gladly, moaning low in her throat. Rashad let his tongue flutter over her lips before dancing it inside her mouth. She tasted sweet, and Rashad could still taste the cherry flavor on her..

When he broke the kiss at last, Samantha smiled at him. "Now that's more like it!" she squealed before kissing him again.

Rashad's nimble fingers started to unzip the dress as he began to leave a trail of hot kisses and warm suction down the side of her neck toward the middle of her chest. She arched her back into him and sighed, but then abruptly pushed him away.

"Hang on, dear," she said. "That's enough for now. Let's take it slo --woah!"

Rashad had scooped her up in his arms by lifting her under the armpits using his strong biceps and forearms like a forklift. Then he roughly pressed Samantha into the elevator wall as he kissed the middle of her chest.

"H-hey . . .oh . . ." breathed Samantha. "Hey there is such a thing as too much confidence you know."

"Not today there isn't," Rashad growled. She could see his eyes had begun to glow a jade green.

His hands reached under Samantha's dress and roughly tugged down her panties in three quick tugs so that they fell to her ankles. Then he cupped his large hands under her luscious ass and lifted her higher on the wall. Rashad ducked low so that Samantha's legs rested on his powerful shoulders, and then tucked his head under her dress.

The aroma of Samantha's sex was intoxicating to Rashad. The musky heat under the dress trapped it in nicely, and it almost sent him into a feeding frenzy like chum in shark infested waters. But Rashad knew he had to do this right.

Samantha was neatly trimmed but not completely shaven. She had given her most precious area a tidy grooming. Supporting Samantha on his shoulders and pressing her against the wall left Rashad's hands free to tease Samantha's clit. Then he spread her moist labia slowly so he could study her symmetrical pink perfection. He could tell that she was incredibly tight, and he longed to taste her. 

But first he probed with a finger, sliding an index finger ever so slightly inside of her. He twisted it slowly until he heard Samantha gasp above him.

"Rashad, please!" she begged. 

His response was to drive the finger in deeper and let his breath warm her clit. He could feel her legs start to quiver on his shoulders, and he adjusted his stance to make her more comfortable. 

"Oh god!" Samantha squeaked. "Please, I . . . I don't think I can take it."

Rashad smiled, and then he gave her clit a lick before taking it into his mouth. He licked the length of her moist surface, slowly at first, then a bit more rapidly. To top it off, Rashad slid another finger in and began corkscrewing them into Samantha as he licked and teased her.

Samantha moaned softly, and Rashad could tell she was trying to stifle her cries. Perhaps she was even biting her lip. He knew he needed her to let go, to really relax and enjoy this. He took her clit into his mouth and sucked lightly. Then he sucked harder on her labia, moaning low in his throat so that the vibrations would tickle her all the way to her womb.

Samantha dug her fingers into his head, and her legs clinched around his neck, choking him slightly. He teased the area around her pussy with his tongue, kissing her inner thigh on each side, before using his fingers to spread her wide and plunging his tongue as deep as he could get it into her. 

He marveled at her taste. She was sweet like honeydew and yet bitter like a shot of Nyquil. She squirmed on his shoulders, and when he groaned deeply again she moaned loudly with him.

"Oh fuck!" she cried. "I . . . fuck . . . I love it when you do that!"

Rashad wiggled his whole head from side to side, licking and sucking whatever he could fit into his mouth. He grumbled and groaned loudly as he at last allowed the frenzy that he had so desired to take place.

"I. . . Rashad! Ah . . . Uh . . . Holy . . . shi . . . I'm gonna . . ."

"Cum!" Rashad barked. "Let it happen. Trust me . . ."

"B-but the elevator, it's moving!"

Indeed it was. Rashad heard the ding that signified that the lift had reached the next floor. He heard the doors open, and then he heard them close again. The lift continued down.

Rashad never let up, not even for a second, and it wasn't long before he was rewarded with new sweet sticky juices that flowed around his chin as Samantha screamed and nearly ripped his hair from his scalp.

"Ga . . .ah . . .Aaaaaaaaaaah! Fuck!" She panted. 

Rashad set Samantha down just as they reached the ground floor. She had just finished pulling her panties up and zipped her dress when the doors opened to reveal a cute couple in their golden years. Rashad saw Samantha's eyes grow wide as her legs wouldn't support her any longer and she slid to the floor. She was blushing fiercely, and Rashad thought it was beautiful.

*****

'Oh god!' Her mind screamed as she slid to the floor. Her heart was pounding a million miles a minute. Her fingers brushed red locks from her eyes as her hand tried to grab the railing to pull herself up. She loved how he made her feel and how overwhelmed the explosion of heat that came from her flesh. She was still moist between her legs and her panties now wet with that creamy liquid. Her eyes looked away from the older couple as her fingers moved the zipper of the dress up just a little more. 

*****

Rashad looked up to find the elderly couple staring at him, wondering if they should get on the elevator. He just smiled at them and shrugged. He bent over and helped Samantha stand and then walked with her back to the cab. He checked his cell phone and saw that it was 4:03 pm. He told the cab to go to the Greyhound station in Norfolk. 

While they were traveling, Samantha leaned on his shoulder as he was online purchasing tickets and finding the time for departure. He saw that the next one left at 6:35 pm. He purchased the tickets and then brought up a page for local hotels in the DC metro area. He found one at the Motel 6 off of Georgia Ave in Washington DC and booked the room. He was about to put his phone back in his pocket when he remembered he had a driver's license now. He brought the phone back up and looked at car rental places in the DC metro area. He set up one with Enterprise at Howard University for the day they arrive. He put his phone in his pocket and his arm around Samantha.

*****

A soft yawn came from her throat as her head leaned on his shoulder. Her eyes were watching around some and were drooping some. That excitement had relaxed her body plenty and she wanted in her mind to take a nap. Her fingers slid down over his arm around her waist as she smiles some. 

"I hate riding on greyhound." She says gently. His eyes look over to her. "The rides are so long. They make me tired." She says gently as he chuckles some. He kisses her lips gently as her fingers slide over his cheek as their tongues tangle and play together. Rashad's hand slid up her silky smooth thigh heading towards her warm honeypot between her legs. His hand brushes and opens her legs some as his fingers tease and slip down over the moist panties between her legs. Her free hand pressed at his forearm of the hand under her dress. Her cheeks were flushing hotly now as he kissed her lips. The cab slowed down and came to a stop as Rashad's hand slid out from under her dress skirt as she blushed hotly. His eyes held hunger in them for her. As they were exiting the cab her cell phone began to ring. Her eyes look to the caller ID as her lips press to a line. "It's Terrance." She said as Rashad nods. She answers the phone. "Hello Terrance." She said gently. 

"Hey babe. Where are you?" Terrance asked as her lips press to a line and look up to Rashad. She covers over the phone and holds it out to Rashad. She couldn't form words at the moment and pleaded with her eyes towards him. He nods and takes the phone from her hand.

*****

"Terrance, its Rashad, meet us at the Greyhound station in Norfolk, we need to talk." Rashad said into the phone and then hung up. He handed the phone back to Samantha as they went into the station. 20 minutes later Terrance walked in and saw them. He didn't look happy. But his anger was replaced with shock when he realized that Rashad was with Samantha and he had changed significantly since the last time he saw him a month ago.

Rashad stood up and grabbed Terrance by the arm and took him outside. He explained to Terrance what had happened over the past week. How he had been bit by a wolf, his body going through changes, his wife leaving him, the fights, the offer, the new identity and the fact that he and Samantha had fallen in love. When he was done talking Terrance just stared at him, then he cocked his fist back and punched Rashad in the face. Rashad saw it coming, but took the punch.

He turned toward Terrance and spit out his front tooth, and then he smiled and let Terrance watch as a brand new one grew in its place. Terrance had a dumbfounded look on his face and turned to leave. Rashad reached out to grab his arm, but Terrance wrenched from his grip and headed toward his truck. He got in, looked at Rashad once more, and pulled out of the parking lot. Rashad turned and headed back inside of the Greyhound station.



Life Ch. 04



After the party-goers finally woke up and made their way home, I made my brother start cleaning the inside of the house out while I worked on cleaning the pool. I found Danni's purse in the poolhouse fridge, and decided I might return it to her next time I needed a good blowjob. Joan called me groggily around 3pm and asked me why her shirt was ripped up and Ricky wasn't answering her calls. After a little explaining, she regained her memory and told me she'd call me later after she got her shit from Ricky's room. And as much as I wanted and waited, I never found anything of Deedee's she might come back for, and she didn't call.

Around five, I decided I deserved a break, and went for a swim. Not long after I dove in, I heard a car door slam, and I looked up to see Linzy, wearing a black mini-skirt and matching corset-like halter top, coming through the back gate. "What are you doing here?" I asked, wiping water and hair from my face.

"What? I can't come visit my cousins?" she asked. "I mean, I woulda came to the party, but somebody forgot to tell me there was one." She accused as she sat down on the dividing wall between the concrete around the pool and the grass in the backyard. "Why have you been avoiding me?" she asked after I didn't respond.

I swam to the shallow end and leaned on the edge of the pool. "Um, because you lied to me and tricked me into committing incest." I offered sarcastically, then kicked off and started back stroking around the pool. Linzy laughed and leaned over on her knees. "I might've lied, but did it really take that much convincing to get you to fuck me?" She stood up, kicked her shoes off, and walked around the pool as I swam. "I mean, honestly Jeremy, you wanted me as much as I wanted you, and you always have." 

"That's beside the point." I said and kept swimming. "I'd like a free Corvette too, but I'm not gonna go steal one. I'd like to run over every person that pulls out in front of me, but I don't." I stopped to tread water. "And do you know why?" Linzy smirked at me. "Cause it's wrong, Linzy. Theft, murder, and incest."

Linzy sighed. "But wasn't it worth it?"

I shook my head.

"Really?" Linzy asked and started untying the ribbons on her top. "Can you look me in the eye and tell me it wasn't the best sex you've ever had? Or at least in the top ten?" she asked and dropped the corset on the ground, letting her tits fall into open air.

I couldn't help but look at those gorgeous orbs. "Once again beside the point, Linzy."

She pulled her skirt off next, leaving her naked body before me. "Jeremy, I lied about being adopted, and for that I'm sorry." She told me as she sat on the edge of the pool with her feet in the water. "But I wasn't lying when I told you I loved you, and I don't mean the way family member's love each other." She spread her legs and showed me her shaved snatch. "Just tell me the truth, even though it's incest, didn't it feel right to be with me? I mean, Christ, at least give me the satisfaction of knowing I was good!" she begged

I laughed. "You were good, great even."

She smiled at me. "Top ten?"

I swam closer to her, admiring that pale and soft body of hers. "Top five, maybe even second or third." I offered putting my hands on her knees.

She put hands over mine. "It really hurt me when you started treating me like you didn't care about me."

"I'm really sorry." I told her. "It's just hard when spend all of puberty trying to tell yourself that your cousin's off limits, then this happens." I said as I pulled myself to her and kissed her.

She smiled wider. "Thank you. And I think as long were careful, there's nothing wrong with us being together." She kissed me again and moved my hand up her thigh. "I mean, we can't keep going and getting morning after pills."

I pushed her legs open wider and moved my hand to her pussy and started rubbing along her slit. "Agreed, but maybe we'll havta go get one more." I said as I spread her lips and pushed two fingers inside her.

Linzy stiffened up and gasped. She scooted closer to the water and clung to the edge of the pool. I leaned closer and sucked her clit between my lips. She cooed and I started pumping my fingers at her pussy. Linzy started pushing her hips at my hand and nearly fell in the pool, so I wrapped my arm around her and held her by the ass while I finger-fucked and sucked on her dripping pussy. She started shaking and spasming, her cunt tightened around my fingers and sprayed juice on my hand. 

Linzy knocked my hand away and pushed me back from the edge and fell in the water on top of me. Her tongue was in my mouth, seeking out her own juices, and her hand was pulling my trunks out of the way, fishing for my cock. She jerked my cock under the water for a few short seconds, then wrapped her thick legs around my waist and started humping her cunt against me until she felt my cock pop into her pussy. She froze halfway down the shaft, a groan caught in her throat as another orgasm hit her. Before she could recover, and start moving on her own, I started pushing my cock deeper inside her. I held her by the underarms and worked her body up and down my shaft until I felt the barrier at the back of her vagina.

She grabbed my shoulders and lifted herself almost all the way off of me, but allowed me to pull her back, filling her cunt up again. Gasping for breath, we developed a rhythm of my dick invading her body over and over. "Cum." She told me after our fucking had pushed us against the edge of the pool. "Cum, Jeremy, fill your cousin's pussy up again!"

I pulled her head to mine and kissed her, forcing my tongue into her mouth as my cock exploded inside her. Our thrusts got more erratic and my cock slipped out, spilling jizz and pussy juice into the pool. We kept trying to fuck though, and Linzy brought herself to orgasm again by rubbing her clit on my stomach while my cock was rubbing up and down her asscrack. When we finally caught our breath, I kissed Linzy again, then said, "Lets go up to my bed, I wanna try something else."

Linzy untangled herself from me. "Like what?" she wondered.

"Just hurry up before Robert sees us." I told her and climbed out of the pool, then turned to help her. On our way inside, I stooped to grab a tube of suntan-lotion someone had dropped the day before. Upstairs in my bed, Linzy and I lay next to on another, kissing and feeling all over our naked bodies.

"So, what did we come up here for?" she asked impatiently and obviously still horny. I just smiled and told her to get on her hands and knees. I got behind her and squeezed a huge dallop of lotion directly onto her asshole. "Christ that's cold!" she screamed and jumped to wipe it away.

"Relax." I ordered and started rubbing my hands into the puddle, massaging her crack, hole, and even down to her clit to mix the lotion with her natural lube as I warmed it up. Linzy started moaning as it got warm and pushed her ass back at me. I pushed my middle finger into her pussy and swirled around, pulling it out slowly and dragging it through the lotion on my way to her ass. She groaned as I pushed the tip of my finger past her last piece of virginity, and got louder and louder as I pushed the rest of it into her rectum until my knuckles were on her skin.

"It kinda hurts." she gasped out.

"Relax." I repeated, then put my other hand on her pussy, hooking my thumb inside her and groping at her clit with my fingers. "Just loosen up, like you're trying to fart." I told her as I started pumping my finger at her back door. Less than ten seconds later, Linzy was moaning and humping my fingers, enjoying having attention at both holes. I pulled my hands away quickly and Linzy started to complain before I shoved my cock back into her snatch, electing a short yelp just before I pushed two fingers up her ass, twisting them as I fucked them into her asshole. I put the head of my cock at her cervix while I continued to work her brown eye with my middle and index fingers.

Linzy screamed into the pillows when she came again, spraying my balls with pussy juice, and I felt her asshole loosen up just enough. I pulled my cock from her cunt, and my fingers from her ass just in time to push my cock in that rapidly closing rear entrance. "Holy Shit!" She screamed as three inches of my dick sank into her and she tightened up to keep me from moving.I tried to push in further but Linzy's ass wouldn't let me. "Hold on!" She screamed. "It hurts!"

I held her by the hips, keeping her dimpled ass cheeks spread. "Just relax baby." I reassured her. "Tell me when you're ready."

Linzy sighed, and eased back down on the bed, and I felt her asshole loosen up ever so slightly. "Ok... Fuck me." she finally cooed. I pulled on her hips and sunk my cock deeper in her, making her moan louder. I squeezed into her until I felt my balls slide up against her pussy lips. "Ohh.. God." Linzy moaned. "How much of your dick is up my ass?"

I looked down to see her sphincter stretched around the base of my shaft. "The entire thing." I answered.

"I can feel it in my stomach." she groaned. As I started to pulled out, I felt her fingers grab for my nutsack, then give up on them and sink into her own pussy. I pulled all but the last inch out of her ass, squirted more lotion up and down the shaft and forced it back into her. Linzy's masturbating was making her body shake, warping her anal passage as I pushed in for the second time. "I- I'm cumming!" She stammered. "Fuck- Fuck my ass!"

I clenched my hands around her ass and started pounding my cock into her. At first she only screamed as I pushed it further up her rectum, but as her orgasms started rolling over her, her scream became constant. I felt pussy juices spraying out of her around the fingers she had worked up her cunt and told her. "I can't hold back anymore."

She thrust her ass back at me, wrenching my cock at oddly up her ass. "Cum inside me!" she squealed less than seconds before my cock swelled up and started pumping cum into her bowels. I pulled out of her ass with an audible pop, and her legs collapsed out from under her as my cum started seeping from her ass.

I told my brother that her boyfriend had cheated on her, so she wanted to stay with us, and would probably sleep in my bed that night. He didn't suspect anything and went back to the basement to go to sleep. Later, as I was eating Linzy's pussy again, She told me between gasps that the reason she wanted to talk to me was that when she was 15, I had promised to take her to get her first tattoo when she turned 18. As I fucked her pussy and ass with my fingers, I told her that we'd go tomorrow to get them together. That night, after Linzy rode me until I blasted another load of cum in her pussy, I held her to me and fell asleep with her gorgeous tits pressed against me and my cock still inside her.

I woke up the next morning with Linzy sucking her pussy juice off my cock. She stopped when she saw I was awake. "I woke up cumming on your dick again, and I figured I owed you one." she said as she jerked my shaft up and down before popping the head back in her mouth. It didn't take long before I started spurting sperm into her mouth. This time she was able to keep it all in and swallowed my load.

We stopped by her clinic again, this time getting birth-control from a smug looking doctor, before heading downtown to find a tattoo parlor. We finally found a place that suited my cleanliness standards, and had a cute Asian woman covered in tattoos as the only one in the parlor. I let Linzy go first, seeing as she had 3 years to figure out what she wanted inked into her skin, and I had the previous hour or so. Watching the thin, ink-covered woman hunched over Linzy's shirtless back was interesting, and the fact that I could see up her skirt every time she twisted to get more ink started to turn me on. Linzy called me over to see the finished result. A flaming Celtic knot with the words "Little Miss Hellfire" around it on the base of her neck.

"It's lovely, and very fitting." I told her. "I'm having trouble deciding myself." I admitted when she asked what I was getting.

"Well, it's simple, get something that you know you'll always love." She told me. "Like... say... A picture of your daughter?"

She shocked me there. When I was 14, I got a 23 year old woman pregnant because she said her husband was infertile. Being 14, and horny, coupled with the fact that she was the most beautiful woman I ever laid eyes on at that point, I literally jumped at that opportunity. Erin, the woman, died when our daughter was 3, and after her husband learned the truth from her will, he went more than a little nuts and poisoned Alexis with sleeping pills before swallowing a bullet himself.

I kissed Linzy's forehead. "You're a genius, and I love you." I fished my wallet out of my jeans and took Alexis's picture from in between my driver's licence and social security card. The artist, who's name was Nani, took about half an hour to turn my wallet sized photo into a portrait the size of my palm and pasted the outline on the back of my left shoulder before readying a fresh needle.

"So is Linzy your girl?" Nani asked with an accent I guessed was Polynesian as she tested the needle with water to see how I responded to the pain.

I flinched slightly and winced. "Well, we've known each other for a long time, but our families wouldn't accept it, so we're just trying to keep it quiet." I explained as she started putting color in my arm.

"I can get that, my parents freaked when they found I was marrying a white guy, even though my mom's Samoan, and my dad's Chinese." she told us. About halfway through the tattooing, Nani asked again. "Why wouldn't your families go for it?"

I glanced up at Linzy, who was sitting in a spare chair. "You can tell her, I think she'd understand." She told me and winked.

I sighed and glanced down at the fingers working on my skin, most of which actually had tattooed rings on them instead of metal. "Well, it's cause my family and her's are the same family." Nani stopped what she was doing and sat back from me. "Linzy's my cousin, a lil less than a year younger than me."

Nani looked at Linzy and she nodded. "Whatever, I always knew American's were nuts." She said and went back to the tattoo. "Besides good fucking's good fucking." she added.

I glanced at Linzy, who seemed to notice the same thing I did before about Nani's skirt as she was staring at Nani's crotch. "What about you, Nani?" I asked, "When's the last time you got good and fucked?"

"I'm married." She answered holding up her free hand. "See the ring of hearts on my finger? My husband gave me that instead of a real ring, it was my first tattoo."

Linzy chimed in. "So when's the last time you got good and fucked?"

Nani sighed as she wiped my shoulder clean. "You're done. And a long time, Greg, my husband, is in Iraq." She cleaned up her station and took my picture with a Polaroid for their book and my own keeping. "Really sucks too, because even when he gets back, I still won't get what I really want." she said.

"Why's that?" I asked as I tried to find the bottom of my shirt.

Nani smirked. "Cause Greg refuses to fuck me in the ass."

"That does suck." Linzy said. "Jeremy fucked mine for the first time last night, it was pretty damned incredible."

"Oh, really?" Nani said and stopped adding up prices on the counter. "So you'll give a girl a sperm enema if she asks for it?"

I looked at Linzy as if to ask permission; she nodded. "Are you asking for one?" I asked.

Nani chewed her lip for a minute, then walked over to the front door and locked it, turning the sign to closed and pulling the blinds close on the parlor. "Only in the butt, okay? My cunt's his and his alone." she said as turned around and walked over to me, unbuttoning her halter top. By the time she reached where I sat, her A-cups were fair game for my lips as I pulled her skirt down. She cooed and ran her hands through my hair as got my hand under her thong and slowly pulled it from her crack. "Linzy, be a dear and go behind my register." She said. When my cousin got there, she added. "There's a little bottle of oil on the third shelf, bring it here and pour some in your cuz's hands."

As I continued to suck and bite Nani's diamond-hard nipples, Linzy crossed back to us and instead of pouring the oil into my palm, she put the top of the bottle at the top of Nani's ass and squeezed. Nani squealed as the cold oil was virtually injected between her cheeks and I made quick steps to get my hands covered in it, spreading her ass and working the tip of my finger into her asshole. I kept prepping her pooper for my cock, which by now was raging, and Linzy sat back down, squeezed some oil on her left hand and pushed it down her pants to give her own body some attention.

After I got three fingers into Nani's ass, and Linzy had worked herself into shaking. Nani nearly fell over and had to hold onto my head and shoulders from the orgasm. "Come over here, I need you in me." She ordered and pushed away from me and nearly ran to what looked like a massage table for doing large back pieces. She jacked it all the way up in the air and laid on it as I was losing my pants and boxers. She had to straddle the seat so her pussy was splayed and pressed in the studded leather under her, and her ass was pulled apart simply by the position. I took the oil from Linzy while I kissed her and sucked her tongue. I smeared oil on my cock as I walked to Nani and got behind her and aimed my cock at her still stretched out rectum. She moaned around biting her own lip as I pushed my dick in her, not stopping every few inches like with Linzy, but making sure every last inch was inside her ass before I stopped with my balls resting on the seat behind her pussy.

As the last inch was being pushed into her, Nani gasped and said. "Linzy's a lucky little bitch to have a cock that big to play around with." I just laughed and grabbed the arms of the table and started going in and out of her butt slowly. "Ohh..." Nani groaned and I felt her pussy juices flooding the seat. "Fuck me like you mean it, Jeremy." I looked at Linzy to see her with her pants on the floor, legs spread wide, with her thumb on her clit, two fingers in her pussy and another in her ass, and moaning like she had been shot. "Hey, girlie." Nani shouted as I started shoving my dick in her ass harder. "Com'ere"

Linzy stopped masturbating and sauntered over to us, propping herself up on the tool counter in front of Nani. I pushed on Nani's back with my dick fully inside her and the table rolled to where she could reach my cousin's pussy. I watched in slight awe as Nani rolled her pierced tongue onto my cousin's clit while she was pushing two fingers in her pussy. "Ohhh, my god." Linzy crooned and started tracing the tattoos on Nani's back, making her shiver and arch her back at my cock. I started fucking that Asian asshole again just before Linzy hissed "She's butt-fucking me with her fingers Jeremy, make her scream around that mouth full of pussy." I looked down at the ass stretched around my throbbing dick and pounded back into her over and over until I saw a flash. I looked up to see Linzy holding the Polaroid camera. "Smile" she moaned and snapped another one. I took the camera from her and aimed it straight down, I took a picture of my cock barely inside Nani's ass, and then with my balls on her cunt. I took five or six of Linzy's naked body with Nani's head in her crotch before handing it back to her. 

When Linzy and Nani both started screaming, I felt my balls seize up. "You want my cum in you?" I grunted.

Instead of answering, Nani bit down on Linzy's clit. "OH GOD!" She howled and started to spasm. "Fill this bitch up!" I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her body back to me, three, maybe four strokes back into her ass and I started pumping cum into her shitter. I kept pulling her body back on me until my cock started to shrink up and my cum was squishing out of her backdoor around me.




Life Ch. 04



October 1, 2012 (Monday)

Rashad laid in the hotel room's king size bed watching Samantha sleep. They had gotten into town at about 1:30 in the morning and had taken a cab to the hotel. As soon as they had entered the room, Samantha went to sleep. He was too wired and so he had left a note saying he would have his phone with him and he had walked around for 5 hours just enjoying the sights and sounds of the city he hadn't seen for over 9 years.

At around 7:30 am he had gone and picked up the rental car. It was silver 2012 Mazda 6. He drove it around for about half an hour and then he returned to the room, got down to his boxers and climbed into bed with Samantha and had been watching her sleep since. She was wearing his old Redskin long sleeve shirt as a night gown. He cleared his mind and just enjoyed the rhythmic sounds of her breathing.

*****

Rashad had told her what had happened with Terrance and she had been upset and crying some but she wasn't going to change her mind any. She still cared for Terrance but her heart and soul was given to Rashad. She loved him. Maybe it could be the primal side of her coming out but she didn't want to leave Rashad's side ever again. On the bus she had tried to stay awake. She kept talking to Rashad about how he was feeling and what he was thinking. His smile to her had her melted against him. She would giggle softly each time he tried to slip his hands in places up her thighs or through the front zipper to her breasts as they sat in the back of the greyhound bus. She loved the touches and the feelings he brought out in her. It was like her own animal in her heart was out and aware around him. As the ride was coming near to an end she was barely able to hold her eyes open. She remembered Rashad nearly carrying her from the bus to the cab and then up into the hotel room. She had slipped off her shoes and released her flesh of the dress before her head touched the pillow and she slipped to sleep on the king sized bed. 

October 4, 2012 (Thursday)

The week passed by in a blur. They had explored DC and enjoyed the sights as tourist. They had eaten at strange and wonderful places and had made love every night they had been there. They hadn't left each other's side once and Rashad could feel himself growing deeper in love with Samantha. He hadn't actually said the words, but the feelings were there. 

He was also getting used to being called Javon in public, in Samantha's favor, she had only slipped once. Arthur had contacted him the day before the event and told him that if Samantha was attending, there was a dress code. He told him to take her to the Burberry boutique on Connecticut Ave, tell them that he had sent them and to pick out evening wear for her. He also told him since he was fighting that he would just need boxing shorts.

They drove to the address for the Burberry store and were amazed at the sight of it. It was immaculate, one look at it and you know that this place is for the wealthy and well to do. Rashad parked the car across the street and he and Samantha walked in to the store. They walked in and a sales woman walked up to them wearing a professional, yet stylish skirt blouse combo. She was a very pretty brunette with an easy smile. Rashad told her that Arthur had sent them and she immediately took them to where the expensive evening gowns were hanging. She walked up to one gown and pulled it down and handed it to Samantha.

"Arthur specifically picked this one out for you." The woman, whose name was Patricia, said to Samantha. The dress was a black Sheer Detail Silk Evening Dress. It was an elegant silk crepon evening dress with sheer silk detail. It had a draped front with delicate pleats and a bow belt. Patricia walked away for a moment and came back with a pair of black lace platform sandals. Samantha took them to the dressing room and tried them on. When she stepped out for Rashad's approval, she could see the look in his eyes and knew it was to his approval. She got switched back to what she was wearing and handed the dress back to the cashier.

She took the items and rang them up and put them in a special carrying bag. She said they would charge Arthur's account and wished them a pleasant day. They took the items to the car and then headed back to the hotel.

The evening of the fight they drove to the address which happened to be another warehouse near the docks in DC. They parked the car between a BMW and a Ferrari and Rashad and Samantha got out of the car. He was wearing a pair of track pants and a Redskins Jersey he had picked up that week, his shorts were on underneath. He stopped for a moment and watched as Samantha glided around the car and came to him. 'Damn, if I didn't have to fight right now, then again, there will be breaks in between the fights.'

They walked to the entrance where two men sat in tuxedos taking peoples invitations and instructing them where to go. When Rashad and Samantha got there and showed the invitation, Arthur walked out of the building and up to them.

"Ah, Rashad, it's good of you to make it. The fighters prep room is right over there" he said and pointed to a door about 500 feet away. "I will escort Mrs. Roberts to my private box where she will have the best vantage point for your fights." 

Rashad walked up to Samantha and kissed her gently on the lips. She leaned forward to his ear and whispered "Good luck." He growled low into her ear and she giggled. He turned and headed for the prep room. 

*****

Samantha stood before the window of the box as her eyes stared out at the huge crowds that watched the fights. She wasn't really interested in any of the other fights. She wanted to watch Rashad. She cared none for any of the other fighters. Arthur stood talking to several others that were in his private box and noticed that Samantha barely touched the champagne in her pale white fingers with a lush paled red nail polish. Her hair was drawn up and had soft curled ringlets down the back of her neck. Arthur excused himself and walked over to Samantha touching her elbow as her head turns and her bright blue sunflowered eyes go up to him. Her red lipstick was prefect in every way and nearly looked like a rose petal. Arthur smiles to her some. 

"I'm taking it that you have only come to watch Rasha...er...Javon fight. That is some dedication, or possibly, love?." He said as she smiled some and looked back out the window. 

"You have no idea how deep it runs between us, Mr. Cabrera." She breathed. Her eyes lit up some as she could see Rashad coming towards the ring. "Here he comes." She breathed as Arthur watched her a moment longer. His eyes had wondered down her flesh. He had imagined what the gown would look like upon her and he was right to have picked it out. She fit into it in every prefect place. His eyes moved off her flesh before looking out the window to watch the fight. He remained close to her side through the fight. 

*****

About a minute later Rashad was walking out of the fighter prep room and out for his first fight. He was wearing a pair of black boxing shorts and as he stepped out of the prep room, he was greeted by a wave of sights and sounds. The inside of the warehouse looked like the inside of Caesar's Palace in Vegas, ready for a fight. He walked down the runway leading to the ring. There had to be at least 10,000 people, all dressed nicely, cheering and booing him as he walked to the ring.

Inside the ring was another fighter. He had to be about 5'10", lean but muscled. Rashad climbed into the ring and the bell rang. Rashad walked up to the man with his guard down. The man saw this, smiled and launched a spinning kick to Rashad's face. It didn't connect; Rashad grabbed the kick out of the air and lashed out with a kick of his own to the man's stomach. He then put his foot behind the man's knee and dropped him to the floor. While the man was on the floor, he got on his chest and hit him 3 times in the face until the man stopped moving. Rashad inhaled and found Samantha's scent; he looked toward the private box and saw her. He smiled.

Rashad got up off the man, turned and left the ring and went back to the fighters prep room to await his next fight. The next 8 fights went pretty much like the first, not really causing him any real difficulty, and he beating them within the first 90 seconds. 

*****

Samantha slipped away from the private box and came down to the fighter prep area. She stepped inside and looked around some. She smiles as she comes around a corner and sees Rashad. "Hey sweetie." She said gently as Rashad grins at her. Her red lips press gently against his as his arms draw her close to him. Her fingers slip over his skin and hair as her eyes close some at their kiss. She breaks the kiss and looks into his eyes. "How long until your next fight?" She asks gently to him. 

*****

"Javon, you're up, final match." The referee said as he walked into the prep room and told Rashad it was time for his fight. Rashad stood up and grabbed Samantha around the waist and brought her to his chest.

"Wish me luck" he said as he kissed her cheek and then turned back to the exit and went to the ring.

*****

"Good luck, my love. Be safe." She breathed to him taking his arm as she walked him out towards the ring. The screaming was louder as her eyes could see the ring in a whole new prospective. He kissed her lips and released her as he climbs up into the ring. Her body remains near his corner as her eyes look over at his opponent. Even though she knew Rashad could handle himself she still worried some. Her body remains rooted to the ground near the ring. Everyone around just seemed to fade out to her as her eyes were trained upon Rashad. She feels a hand touch her arm and it took a little tug before her head turned and her eyes came to Arthur next to her. He grinned to her and leaned towards her so she could hear him. 

"This is a better spot." He said as she nods and looks back towards the ring and the fight. 

*****

He stood in the ring feeling ready to go; the guy across from his was 4 inches shorter but had the same body type as Rashad. The announcer introduced him as Daniel Kidd. They bumped gloves and then the bell rang and they charged each other. Rashad won the little struggle and flipped Daniel on his back. He launched a punch at his face while he sat on his chest, but Daniel was able to roll to the right and get out from under Rashad.

They both got to their feet and squared off against each other. Rashad stepped in and launched a round house to his face, Daniel went to move his head to the side, but the punch Rashad launched was a feint and when he rolled, his face came in contact with his left coming from the other side. Daniel rolled with the punch and stepped back from Rashad, ready for the next attack. Rashad stepped in, closing the distance between he and Daniel, and laid a 3-hit combo on him. The impact of the first hit flipped Daniel over onto his back, negating the rest of the combo.

As soon as Daniel hit the ground, he rolled backwards and swept Rashad's legs out from under him. Rashad fell hard, and before he could recover, Daniel was on his chest hammer punching him in the face. Blood flowed from several wounds in his eyes, nose and mouth. He tried to defend himself, but Daniel was just too fast and powerful. Rashad could feel himself slipping into unconsciousness.

*****

Samantha screamed out as she went to go forward but Arthur's arms went around her. He could feel her breasts pressed into his cupped hand around her chest. She struggles and claws at his arms to get free. She tried to break free. Arthur winced at he felt her nails tear and claw into his skin as she tried to get free of his hold. He wasn't going to let her try and get in the ring and ruin the fight. He paid way too much money to have this fight ruined by any female. "Javon!" She screamed out. She wanted to say his real name but with Arthur behind her she didn't want anyone to know. 

*****

Rashad could hear Samantha screaming from somewhere outside the ring. As if in slow motion he saw Daniel's fist raise and prepare to come down again. 'My turn!' he heard the beast inside him say. As Daniels fist was coming down his hand came up and caught the fist, but it wasn't his hand, this hand had claws, was harrier and larger. Rashad looked into Daniels eyes and saw, fear. 

Rashad pulled Daniel off his chest and off of his body. He rolled into a low crouch and looked down at himself. Just like he thought, he had shifted into his half human, half wolf form. At first he was scared. Samantha could see him now, and so could everyone else. When he looked into the crowd, they didn't look shocked; in fact they were even more excited. He glanced over at Arthur, who had let go of Samantha. He had a smile of complete satisfaction, and was Rashad seeing right, his eyes were glowing green?

Rashad smelled something in the air, and it pissed him off. His attention went back to Daniel who was getting back to his feet. What Rashad smelled was blood, his blood. It was all over Daniels fist and chest. 'He made you bleed, made you look weak in front of your mate.' The beast said within his soul. He lunged at Daniel with a closed fist and hit him in the jaw. Daniel couldn't react to the speed and stumbled back dazed.

Rashad followed the first punch with a blinding second one which caught Daniel on the temple and made his legs turn to jelly. The crowd could see that it was over, but Rashad didn't stop coming. He couldn't hear the crowd, or Samantha. There wasn't any more rational thought except that this meat bag made him bleed. 

He popped his claws out and started walking toward Daniel, letting them scrape across the ground. Then in a blur of motion he swiped them across his throat and watched Daniel fall to the ground dead. He walked over to him, sniffed to make sure he was dead, and then stood up and arched his back and let out the most primal howl anyone in the room had ever heard.

*****

Her eyes widened some. Her own body trembled but not in fear anymore. Her breathing became huffs as she watched his body change. Her heart was pounding in her chest as a slow and steady grin came across her lips. She didn't care as Rashad tore open the throat of the fighter. It didn't matter at the moment. When the bell rang her body moved towards the ring. Arthur went up before her and held Rashad's arm in the air as her eyes finally went around the place. People were cheering and on their feet. They loved everything. Her eyes went back to the ring as Rashad was led out of the ring by the guards. She watched as he returned to normal. She followed after them going towards the prep room. She waited in the shadows listening. 

*****

Rashad was stunned as he shifted back to his human form and looked at the corpse of Daniel at his feet. He didn't notice that the crowd was still cheering, or that Arthur had come into the ring and was holding his hand in the air signaling that he was the winner of the tournament. He was ushered out of the ring, past Samantha and into the prep room by a couple of guards. He sat on a bench still stunned that he had killed that man. That wasn't the part that freaked him out; it was that he liked it. He looked up when he saw the door to the arena open and Arthur entered, shadowed by his two body guards.

"That was amazing. I knew you had it in you Rashad, but to see you give in to the beast like that, made the rest of us proud." He said in his British accent. Rashad looked up with a questioning look.

"There's a lot that we need to talk about, but for now here is your money," as he said that, one of the guards handed over a silver briefcase which Arthur opened to reveal rows of $100 dollar bills. Then he shut it and handed it to Rashad. "Go back to the hotel with your friend, relax, but tomorrow meet me here at 9 am." He said and handed him a business card. It read 'Cabrera Inc. Import/Export' it had an address that was in downtown DC. The other interesting thing about the card was that it had a wolf styled on the back of the card. With that, Arthur, his two body guards and the referees left the prep room.

*****

She watched Arthur walking out as he smiled some to her. She walked into the room and towards Rashad. Her arms slipped around him hugging him. 

"Are you okay?" She knew it was a silly question but she couldn't help asking. She drew back some and slid her fingers over his skin. She was watching as his skin healed without scars and only traces of his blood were left behind. "It scared me to see you on the ground of the ring. Arthur stopped me from going in to stop the fight. It scares me to see you hurt like that. I was so worried." She breathed gently as his hands took her forearms and stared into her eyes. Love was there in her eyes. A faint teary stain was down the left side of her cheek. "This is all crazy honey, really crazy." She whispered to him. 

*****

Rashad wiped the tear from her face and leaned in and gently kissed her on her soft lips. He pulled away and stood up, went to the locker he had been using, and put his clothes back on. He turned around and Samantha was holding the briefcase. They joined hands and walked back outside and to the car. Samantha climbed in the passenger seat and put the case behind Rashad's seat. Rashad got in, started the car and drove back to the motel.

"I know I said it already, but you look amazing." Rashad said to Samantha while they drove. He saw her blush slightly.

"Thank you. How are you feeling?" She asked hesitantly. She wasn't sure if he was ready to talk about what had happened. She knew she was turned on by what she saw, but didn't want to let him know because she wasn't sure what his reaction to it would be.

"Weirdly enough, I am fine. I mean, I know I killed that guy, but I really don't care." He said to her with a slight smile on his face. He could smell her arousal as she remembered the power he had shown in the ring, and he could feel his hardness starting to swell as well. They arrived at the hotel a few minutes later and headed up to the room. 

When they get into the room, Rashad took his clothes off and jumps in the shower to wash off the last few hours. He gets out and towels off, then walks back into the bedroom, where Samantha lay seductively across the bed, naked, waiting for him. He was about to jump her, when he thought he would have some fun first.

"Dang, I'm hungry, I am going to get something, and I'll be back in a few." He said with a smile and turned to leave the room. Samantha couldn't believe that he had resisted the urge to make love to her. She sat on the bed for a few more minutes and then realized that he wasn't joking. She got off the bed, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Rashad came back with a couple bags of Italian take out that he got from a restaurant around the corner. He didn't see her on the bed, and hears the shower. He puts the bags on the bed and enters the bathroom. Samantha heard the door open, the squeak of the door hinges had annoyed her before, but today it just makes her so hot. She tries hard to pretend that she doesn't know he's there, but she is so excited that she grabs the soap and lathers up her hands. She puts her head back into the spray and lets the water go down her face so she can't open her eyes and see who is there.

As she is distracting herself, one hand slowly slides down her body, going for her pleasure center. Her other hand glides to her nipple and starts pinching it softly. She is so turned on right now, but she is hoping that Rashad will get the hint and join her.

Rashad is enjoying the sight of Samantha's naked body in the shower, playing with herself. His heartbeat increases, as does his breathing. He rips his clothes off faster than he ever has in his life, but then he just stands there, a little wondering if this is a fantasy for Samantha, 'how should I play this out' he thought to himself. His hard cock is leaking precum and he starts to rub it slowly while he watches her please herself. Then he hears a low moan and that about does him in right there.




Life Ch. 04



"Samantha, can I join you?"

"Please, Rashad, hurry!"

Rashad pulled back the shower curtain and stepped into the shower. He just stood there for a few seconds, taking in the sight of Samantha's naked, wet body. She was gorgeous; he always had a thing for wet women.

His eyes traveled down, following the path of some soap suds. He saw her soft flat belly and down to her trimmed pubic hair that was hiding her sex from his feasting eyes. He stepped forward and touched her waist, his hands gliding up to her breasts, then over to her arms and down to her hands where he grabbed the bar of soap from her. "Turn around" he whispered in a husky passion filled voice. 

She eagerly complied and he then swept her hair over to the side so he could wash her back, slowly his hands slid up and down her back, she began to moan slightly, he stepped up so her back was pressed up to his chest, she could feel his hard penis pressed up against her ass and lower back. His hands slid around to the front of her body, caressing her belly and back up to her breasts. Their breathing increased and she started moving her hips side to side rubbing his cock against her soft globes of her ass. 

Samantha was in heaven; her fantasy was coming true as she reveled in the soft touch of his hands on her skin, the feel of his slightly calloused skin on her sensitive flesh. She thought about how he looked as he stepped into the shower. 

Her thoughts came back to the present when she felt his hand coming down towards her pussy. She tilted her head back and let it rest against his chest, she then slid her arms back around him and grabbed his butt cheeks, pulling him closer to her so she could rub him against her with more control.

Rashad was rubbing her clit and reveled in the sweet moans coming from her; he couldn't help but match them in his own low voice. He was so turned on right now, feeling her hard clit, the moist heat coming from her sex, and the sensations of her ass rubbing against his cock were almost more than he could handle.

His fingers continued lower so he could press a finger into her pussy, she was so tight he couldn't wait to feel his cock enveloped in her hot center. Rashad pressed another finger into her tight cunt, stretching her in preparation for his cock. He whispered into her ear "Bend over and put your hands against the wall." She happily obliged and spread her legs apart slightly.

He stepped back slightly so he could position his cock at her entrance and he slowly began to press into her. Rashad slid in easily, because she was so hot, wet, and ready for him. 

She was so tight and felt so good surrounding him, he had to pause and just enjoy the sensation. Samantha was impatient and began to move her hips, snapping him out of his reverie. They quickly began pushing back and forth against each other, moaning, grunting, and calling each other's names. 

Samantha felt the beginning of her climax coming, her breathing increased as did her moans.

Rashad knew she was close so he reached around and started rubbing her clit and suddenly he pinched it lightly between thumb and forefinger, she climaxed immediately. 

She came so hard her knees gave out. He held her up and held still until her trembling subsided, then he started pounding into her hard bringing on his climax just moments later.

Samantha turned and rested back against the shower wall, a small smile played on her lips. Rashad knelt down and picked up the forgotten soap and began soaping up her legs, he moved up her calves, to her thighs and then spreading her legs out more he leaned forward and licked her clit. 

She gasped and said "what are you doing?" 

He said "I just want to taste you." 

She couldn't believe how lucky she was, she found a man that was so fun to be around and he wasn't selfish when it came to sex, he wanted to please her as much as she wanted to please him. His licking was more and more urgent, when he slipped two fingers into her pussy, she climaxed again.

Breathing hard, they both rinsed off and got out of the shower, she wrapped him in a towel and he did the same for her. She lead him into the bedroom, put the food on the floor, pulled back the blankets and removed his towel, he climbed onto the bed and lay down. Samantha removed her towel, then climbed onto the bed as well, laying her head on his chest, completely relaxed. 

"Thank you, honey that was perfect." 

"My pleasure, Sam, believe me." 

They laid there cuddling for a while and then Rashad remembered dinner, he got out of the bed and pulled the bag onto it. He pulled out 2 silver trays, which were still warm, and handed one to her and opened his. He had gotten Chicken Alfredo and Vegetable Lasagna for her. He reached in the bag and pulled out the foil covered garlic bread and the two sodas that were in there. They ate and spent the rest of the night in bed talking, watching TV, and making love.

 

October 5, 2012 (Friday)

Rashad walked into Cabrera Inc., it was a 56 story tall Darkness building in downtown DC. He was wearing a black polo with a pair of blue jeans and a pair of black Nikes. He walked up to the reception desk and spoke to the woman behind the counter.

"Hi, I have a 9 am appointment with Arthur Cabrera, my name is Javon Helmsley." He said with smile. The woman, who looked to be 23, smiled back and punched a few keys on her computer. When she was done, she handed him a visitor's badge.

"Take that elevator to the 56th floor, he is waiting for you." She said while pointing at an elevator that was separate from the main elevators in the building. Rashad walked over to the elevator and pushed the call button. The door immediately opened. Inside on the button panel, there was only one number, 56. Rashad pushed it, and the elevator shot up.

*****

Samantha groans as her eyes open. Her hand slides across the bed but doesn't find Rashad on either side of her. Her head turns and looks around and then remembers about his appointment. She smiled some and sits up. A soft groan came from her throat as her hands run down sore flesh. Her left hand slides between her legs as her cheeks flush some. Her stomach grumbles in hunger as she slides to the edge of the bed and gets up. 

"Too early in the morning for Italian" She says as she opens one drawer near the bed and finds the hotel menu for the kitchen. She runs through the list and picks up the phone dialing the kitchen. 

"Good morning. How may I help you?" A male voice asked. 

"I would like to make an order for room 243. I would like the club sandwich with a garden salad. Add some ranch dressing with it and a pitcher of iced tea with lemon." She said as the man said ok and she hung up the phone. She pulled out a $20 from her purse and hid the case of money away so it wasn't touched by anyone. 

She went into the bathroom and took a quick shower before stepping out into the bedroom in a towel. She went to her clothes and pulled out a pair of jean shorts and a white tank top. She slipped on a pair of silken white panties and a matching bra before slipping into the other clothes. She was rubbing at her hair sitting on the bed when a knock on the door came. She had the towel around her shoulders as she answered the door to the room service guy. He held a tray in his hands as he smiled at her. His short cropped brown hair was hidden under a bell boy hat as the uniform of red with the hotel logo on it was slightly loose on him. 

"Your room service, miss" He said nicely as she nods. 

"Put it on the table. Thank you." She said as he sat it on the table for her. He walked back towards the door as she held out the twenty to him. He took it and gave her the change. She let him keep five as he smiles and nods to her before leaving. She closed the door and locked it behind him before going to her breakfast. She picks up the remote for the TV and flicks through the channels as she eats. When she finished eating, she returned to her hair and drew it up. She had liked how she had done it last night. Though she wished it was longer and hung lower to her waist. She was trying to let it grow longer. She would love to be able to style it better that way. Her bare feet moved to the window as she stared out at the city. She had only ever driven through DC. She hated the traffic patterns on the highways around the city when she had gone through this way. 

'I could never let my family know I am with Rashad. They are such racists. Thank the gods I never grew up like that. I love him with everything in me. I couldn't see myself with anyone else anymore.' She thought as a very large grin spread over his lips. She softly howled out and giggled in delight of the thoughts of being with Rashad. She turned on MTV and began to dance around the hotel room like a little kid singing to this song and that one. Her hair bobs and shifts over her shoulders as her ass wiggles and her tits jiggle. Her cheeks were flushed as her body moved. 

*****

Rashad sat in Arthur's office staring at the man across his huge wood desk. Arthur had his hands folded on top of a folder full of papers with a smile on his face.

"Thank you for meeting with me today, Rashad." He said, the smile never leaving his face. Rashad on the other hand had a shocked expression on his face. 'How'd he know my name?'

"I know what you're thinking, and the answer is, I have been watching you for a couple of weeks now. In fact the day you were bitten, we were there watching you." He said, he could see the questioning look on Rashad's face. "Let me explain. The wolf that bit you was an experiment that got away. We are lycanthrope, werewolves, and we have been in existence for millennia. But, for all our powers the one thing we haven't been able to master is who becomes a lycanthrope. You have to be born one to become one." 

"With modern technology the way it is, we found the gene that enables the transformation and were trying to find a way to pass that gene to a normal human. We injected the serum into that test subject, and thought that it hadn't work. Then he escaped and went back to where we had picked him up, Norfolk Virginia. We had a chip in him so we could follow, and when we showed up, we saw him attack and bite you. We caught him, and were going to "deal with you" but decided to see what happened next."

"We watched as you changed, as your instincts and senses became what they are. We saw the first fight you were in and set up the second to test your abilities. Then when we were satisfied, we invited you to the tournament, to see how far you would go, to see if you had the killer instinct to be a true lycanthrope. We are satisfied in what we have seen." He finished talking and leaned back in his plush leather chair.

"Who is we you keep talking about?" Rashad said while trying to absorb everything the man was saying to him.

"We refers to the Darkness Walker pack. When you are a part of a pack, there is no I, only we." Arthur said to him.

"Okay. So now you have seen that I can fight, do you want me to keep fighting for you now?" Rashad asked skeptically.

"No. The fighting ends now. We want to hire you into the company. Cabrera Inc. is run for and by Darkness Walkers. We are the only real city living werewolves, so we take care of our own. Since you were bitten by our experiment, you are one of us." Arthur explained.

"What would I be doing for you?" Rashad asked.

"We want you in our IT department" Arthur was saying as he opened up the folder in front of him "it shows here that you just graduated with an Associate in Network Security from Old Dominion. Now even though your GPA was a 2.74, you maintained a 3.85 in all of your core classes. We would start you off at an entry level position, but after a couple more years of school and training, you would be a full member of the IT team." Arthur said closing the file.

"That...sounds good. What would be my starting pay and when would I start?" Rashad asked.

"Your starting pay would be $32,390.00 a year. As to when you start, that brings up an interesting situation." Arthur said. Rashad leaned forward to hear what the new situation was. "Normally, when a cub goes through their first change, they are around family and other pack members. Once the change happens, they are sent to pack owned grounds and taught for a year about whom and what they are and how to control it. In your unique case, you actually older than a cub, usually they are between 16 and 18."

"What we are going to do is send you out to a specialized training ground to bring you up to speed in what you can do, but at the same time, we will be studying you since you are the first of your kind." Arthur said. Rashad leaned back in the chair and thought about what he had just been told.

"What about Samantha, will she be able to come with me?" Rashad asked.

"No, she is still human, and we have secrets that she can't find out about. While you are out training, you will have no way to contact the outside world. For that period, you don't exist. She will have to fend for herself while you are away." Arthur said. Rashad noticed that the smile had left his face.

Rashad sat back and thought for a few minutes. He knew he had to find out how to control the beast within him, and who better than others like him. He loved Samantha, but he knew that if he didn't get this training, she could be hurt in the long run. He would die if he hurt her. "Ok, I accept the offer for a job and the training." Rashad said and watched as Arthur stood up and came around the desk with his hand out to shake his. Rashad stood up and took the hand offered and said "There is a condition. I want you to pay for 2 surgeries for Samantha."

"Okay, Which ones?" Arthur asked looking into his eyes.

"She needs a Cholecystectomy and a..."

*****

A soft hum came from Samantha's throat as she tossed cards back and forth across the bed. Her eyes wondered to the clock and sighs some. She was hoping they weren't keeping him there against his will. Though she has seen him fight. She grinned some. Even when he didn't fight in his other form she still liked it a lot. Her stomach growls some. She ordered some room service and got some lunch, Grilled chicken salad and sweet tea. She had decided to call up her mother and found that only her grandmother was home. She lay across the bed with her legs kicking some in the air behind her. 

"Yeah, Grandma, I'm doing well. Things have been going real well. Yeah, I know. Tell everyone I said hi and that I miss them." She said as she laughs some at a joke her grandmother made. "No, I thought that picture looked better than the other one. I decided to change it. Yeah no problem, I love you. Talk to you later. Okay, I am always safe. No worries. Bye." She said before hanging up the phone. She rolls over and stares up at the ceiling. 

"They are keeping him too long. I wonder what that guy wants with him. Hopefully they aren't going to give him another fight too soon. I want my time with him." She said as her fingers slid down over the collar of her tank top. She thought about their time in the shower together. She thought about how his fingers moved across her sensitive skin and how hot and bothered she became as he teased before sending her to cloud nine. She closed her eyes for a little bit just lying there listening to the news on the TV. Her bladder called her name as she rolled over and went into the bathroom. She decided to freshen up some as she hums and wiggles her butt as she stood in front of the mirror. 

*****

Rashad was driving the Mazda to Washington International Airport to pick Terrance up from his flight. He glanced at his watch and saw that it was 4:36 pm. Before he had left Arthur's office, he had called Terrance and told him that a plane would fly him to DC to get Samantha and then fly them back. He also explained that he had to show him something that would explain everything that had happened. Terrance begrudgingly agreed to take the flight and would be landing in 10 minutes.

Rashad made it to the private hanger as the plane was taxing in and was waiting at the bottom of the steps as Terrance came down. Rashad noticed that he still looked pissed, 'well so would I if I was in the same position' he thought to himself. 

"Alright Terrance, here's the short and sweet of what's going on: I was turned into a werewolf, your girl fell in love with me, I fell in love with her, she came here to start a new life with me, I can't have her living here anymore for her own safety, you need to take her back cause she still has feelings for you." Rashad said in one breath.

The look of disbelief was written all over Terrance's face. "Is that the best you could come up with? I mean damn Rashad, we were friends and then you stole my woman. After all that I at least expected the truth. But why should I expect the truth from a..." Terrance was saying and then stopped as Rashad turned into his Crinos form and hunched down to look at Terrance in the face.

"See" Rashad grunted to Terrance and then turned back into his human form. Terrance sat there open mouthed with no words coming out. Then he shut his mouth and looked at Rashad for an explanation. Rashad led Terrance back to his car and began driving back to the hotel; while they drove he explained everything up to meeting him at the airport. Terrance just sat there and listened. When Rashad was finished Terrance looked at him.

"How do you know she will come back with me?" Terrance asked.

"Because, I am going to do something that leaves her no other choice" Rashad said and then picked up his phone and called a number that Arthur had provided. A woman picked up on the other line and she and Rashad talked for a couple of minutes and then hung up. When they pulled up to the Motel 6, there was a gorgeous woman standing there waiting for them. She was 5'6" tall with long brown hair tied into a pony tail. She looked to weigh about 105 lbs. and had curves and thickness in all the right places. She was wearing a tight pair of blue jeans and a halter top that showed her pierced belly button. When she saw Rashad she walked up to him and put her arm around his waist.

"Who is she?" Terrance asked as he came around the car and looked at the woman.

"Her name is Veronica, and she's like me. This is the first time I've met her, but she is helping me get Samantha to go back with you, so just roll with it." Rashad said as he and Veronica walked inside, to the elevator and up to his room.

Rashad let go of Veronica to open the door. When he stepped into the room, Samantha was coming out of the bathroom. When she saw him she ran up to him and was about to kiss him when she saw Veronica walk in and put her arms around Rashad, and then Rashad put his arms around her. Samantha took a step back and looked at Rashad with a questioning look.

"Arthur and I talked, I found out that I was meant to be with a pack, and so I have to be with a member of the pack to be accepted." He said with a smile that he did not feel. "By the way, Samantha this is Veronica, my mate." Samantha looked on the verge of crying. She backed up from him and it took all his will power not to break and tell her the truth, but he stayed the course.

"I know we had fun, but I thought about it and, you fell for me so quickly. You say you want to be with me, but isn't that what you said to Terrance? So I figure you'll be with me, until something better comes along. I don't want to deal with that, so I have something better now." Rashad said and then shared a kiss with Veronica, and made sure that Samantha could see their tongues going into each other's mouth. When they were done, Rashad looked at Samantha; he could see the anger and the hurt in her eyes. 

"I do love you; I don't want anyone else but you." Samantha said with a pleading tone. "Please, don't leave me." She said as she started to walk up to him. He took a step back and kept his grip on Veronica.




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"Hey, just so you don't think I'm a total asshole, I brought someone for you." Rashad said as he and Veronica stepped aside. Samantha looked as Terrance walked into the room. 

*****

Samantha's heart nearly stopped as she saw Terrance step into the room. Tears streamed down her cheek as she steps back a step or two. She felt her knees grow weak as her hand went to the table to hold herself up. 

"Hey babe." Terrance said gently as her lips pressed to a line before folding downwards and turning into a frown. Terrance stepped towards her and slowly lifted his hands to reach out to her. Her heart tore in two as more tears cascade down her cheeks. She looks away from Terrance towards Rashad and Veronica once more. 

*****

Rashad and Veronica turned to leave the room. Rashad stopped and looked at Samantha with a smile "You two can have the room; it's paid for another couple of days. I got to go; it was good seeing you again Terrance. Samantha, you were a great fuck, Deuces." With that Rashad and Veronica left the hotel.

*****

Samantha collapses to the floor as Terrance went to her. Her head was dropped and she couldn't look him in the eyes as she sobbed on the floor of the room. Terrance's arms went around her and rubbed her back gently. 

"It's okay, Samantha. It's going to be okay." Terrance breathed gently. She knew that was a lie. She did care for him but she felt in every fiber of her being that she cared more for Rashad. She shook in his arms as her eyes squeezed closed. Her hands were clenched to fists against his chest pressing her nails into her palms until they bled. She had anger like she had at the hotel from before when Rashad had taken some girl there but it felt nine times worse now. She felt empty and heartbroken. 

Terrance gathers her up from the floor. "Let's go home." He said and she didn't disagree. She didn't speak much but a few words here and there. Her eyes never looked anyone in the eyes by the time that they had returned to Virginia. She went back to her school work still quite literally dying inside day by day little by little.



Life Ch. 04



After cleaning up and getting dressed, Nani gave her phone number to Linzy, and said we didn't owe her anything for the tattoos. I kissed the little Asian goodbye, and told her good luck with her husband. Linzy collected the pictures and gave her a hug that lasted a little too long before we left.



Life Ch. 05



Linzy went home Sunday night, and we talked on the phone until she started to fall asleep around 3:30 Monday morning. I felt the need to apologize for what happened at the tattoo parlor, But Linzy explained to me that she understood that I was attracted to other women and didn't consider our relationship monogamous. In other words, she wanted to fuck other people, and so did I. Which was a good thing considering what I did the next day at work.

I used to work in the greenhouse section of a hardware store, you might of heard of it, it's called Lowe's. I didn't actually work for them, but for a company they pay to take care of their garden centers because they were too stupid to just train their own employees and pay them less. One of the best parts of the job is I only saw my boss about twice a week for less than three hours at a time. As you can imagine, most of the customers in a place like that are middle-aged men doing landscaping work, old people trying to garden, and soccer moms killing time until their brats got outta school. With summer in full effect, most of the soccer moms had to stay at home with their offspring, and many old people tried to stay out of the heat; so I was stuck talking to guys who started mowing lawns in junior high and just never stopped while I watered plants. Then Shard finally showed up. 

Shard, or Sunshard Isenhart as her parents named her, was the new-age hippie daughter of a pair of old-age hippies that never stopped doing drugs and wound up with a child younger than her own niece. Her skin was sun-bronzed, and her hazelnut hair was sun-bleached; about shoulder-high to me and nicely muscled from never having things like TV and Nintendo and being forced to play outside growing up. She always wore a light sun dress, dark sunglasses and a straw hat, even in winter, even in the rain, the only thing that ever changed was a jacket when it got too cold. Shard came in two or three times a week, to see what new plants were in, and buy organic fertilizer (manure). We chatted about gardening the first few times I saw her, the weather and whatever movies were out after a month or two, and finally broke down and started flirting with each other sometime before Christmas. We kept our distance though, because until recently we were both in seriously committed relationships.

"Hey sweety!" she called to me from two tables away and as she waved at me I smiled at how even though she grew into a beautiful woman, her voice got caught somewhere in the 4th grade. I broke concentration on the hairy guy in front of me describing his problem with moles at his latest job and waved back and tipped my hat to her.

When Mr. Fuzzy finally finished, I told him where the mole traps, poison, coyote urine, and sonic stakes where located and quickly left to go find Sunshard. I found her trying to decide between a pair of leather gloves and rubber-coated cotton ones. "Hello there, Sunny." I chirped.

She laughed and slapped me with the rubber-gloves. "You know I hate it when people call me that." She reminded me, then when back to inspecting the gloves. "I can't decide, one pair is made from materials not naturally found in nature, but the other, a cow had to die for." she explained with a child's voice.

I mocked intense thought. "Well, you're allergic to latex, so the rubber gloves might be a bad idea." I told her, clearly showing I knew too much about her not to care about her. "And besides, that cow probably died for the double bacon cheeseburger I had for lunch, not those gloves." I joked.

She gaped at me and slapped me with both gloves playfully. "God, Jerm, just because I don't eat meat doesn't mean you have to rub my nose in the fact that you do." Yeah she was a vegetarian, she didn't shave either, her legs, pits, anything.

I laughed and took the rubber gloves from her and hung them back up. "I'm kidding, I had a salad for lunch. " Yeah, with bacon and fried chicken all over it, " Besides, they don't kill cows just to make garden gloves, that's a fortunate side-product of food."

She smiled. "Thanks." she said and pushed her buggy towards me. "By the way, I threw my back out the other day trying to build a well-cover, could you help me load my manure into my car?"

"Shit to the shitbox, got it." I joked and took the buggy from her. While we stood in line, she learned about Dixie leaving, and I learned she was moving to Florida in a week to study to be a botanist. "There ya go." I said after tossing the two 50lbs bags of cow-shit into her 88 Civic's hatchback. "I hope you have a safe trip to Miami, and good luck in college."

"Thanks" she said and closed the door. "I actually have something for you, if you give me a second to find it."

I smiled as she whirled and jerked open her driver's side door. "Shard, you know I can't accept tips. "

"This isn't a tip." she said as she bent across the seat, pushing her ass into the air, barely concealed by paper thin sun dress, and started digging around in her floorboard. "It's a graduation present." 

Now, maybe it was the confidence built up by having so much sex in the past three days, the fact that I was now allowed to touch this creature of nature, or maybe just from the lack of any real sleep for an entire weekend, but I decided the crack of Shard's tight little butt would be a great place to put my hand. Fortunately for me, she always parked behind the trailers we kept pinestraw in, and nobody could see.

About two seconds after my fingers grazed her crotch, which I suspected had no panties covering them, Shard shot out of her car and ran face first into me. "What the hell are you doing!?" she screamed. 

I pushed her back against her car and kissed her, holding her shoulders as I sucked her unpainted lips between mine, and slipped my tongue between them. She relaxed slightly and I thought I heard a moan, then she struggled and pushed me back and slapped me.

"What's with you, Jeremy?" she gasped.

"What do you mean?" I asked. "Shard, there's no point denying it anymore, I want you, I always have. Now that Dixie's out of the picture, we can have each other."

"I have a boyfriend!" She retorted.

I smirked. "You gonna stay with him while you're in Florida, with all the other little plant geeks?" I accused "Stay celibate for months on end? Cause he isn't, I can promise you that."

While she thought about what I told her, I moved in for another kiss. This one was returned, and picked her up by the waist and pressed her into her car's side-panel and tried to work my way between her thighs while I bunched her dress up around her waist. She pulled my hair to break the kiss. "Woah, baby, we can't do it right here, someone will see us." she hissed.

I finally got her legs opened and my belt buckle rubbed up against her pussy, making her groan. "Tell me you don't want me right this second, and I'll stop." I whispered into her ear as I pulled my pants open and my boxers out of the way. "Tell me you haven't wanted me since last winter, and I'll let you go." I told her and bit the soft flesh on her bronzed neck. 

"Ohhh, God." She groaned out through clenched teeth. "You know I won't lie to you, just stick it in already!" she ordered. I pushed further along the soft fur on her inner thighs and jabbed my dick at the dark-brown bush covering her cunt until finally the head found and entered the hole. "Yeah.... Fuck me Jeremy."

I smiled through my obvious pleasure. "That's just the tip baby." I told her and pushed the rest of my dick into furry little snatch, making her have her first orgasm halfway down. She tried to scream but I locked my mouth on hers. I held her against her car, off the ground with her legs around my waist, and fucked her with long, slow, hard thrusts while her pussy pulled and sucked and squeezed my dick.

She felt me stiffen up and my cock swell inside her. Shard grabbed my hair again and squeaked out. "Don't you dare cum in me!" She pulled my hair harder when I kept pushing my dick past her fuzzy lips. "I'll swallow it, just let me down!" I slammed her against the car harder and heard her back crack as I pushed my cock against her cervix, making her howl a little. "Please Jeremy! Don't cum in my pussy, let me suck you off!" she told me in the midst of an orgasm. 

I backed off and pulled out and she dropped to her knees and inhaled my cock, pumping the shaft with both hands while she tried to suck my balls through my urethra. "Do it, Jeremy, cum in my mouth, down my throat." she told me, she kept talking, but her mouth was full. She started to say something else, but my semen interrupted her. The first shot went wide, and struck her car door, the second left a streak across the left side of her face and into her hair, and finally she caught the head in her lips and sucked the rest down her throat.

When she was satisfied that no more sperm was going to grace her tongue, Shard stood shakily, wiping cum from her face and licking her fingers off. As she straightened her dress and I zippered up my pants, "Thanks." she said "I really did want that for awhile... and you popped my back. Wow."

I nearly laughed and noticed she was looking away from me and blushing. "Shard, it's a little late to be to embarrassed to tell me you like me." I told her, turning her face back to mine and leaning down for a quick kiss.

She frowned. "But it is too late to tell you, I mean I'm leaving in eight days and won't be back 'til Thanksgiving." She paused to try to wipe the cum from her hair. "And I know you'll find another girl before then." She gave up on her hair and just wiped her hand on her dress. She started to get in her car and stopped. "Oh, wait, I forgot to give you your present."

"Keep it." I told her and closed her car door behind her. She rolled the window down with a confused look on her cute face. "Come see me at lunch on Friday, you can give me something then ok?" I told her and leaned into her car to kiss her again.

When she was done sucking on my tongue, she was blushing again. "Friday at two?"

"See you then." I said, and waved as she pulled away. Then I got back to work with all the middle-aged landscapers.



Life Ch. 05



To My Readers:

Sorry it took so long to submit the latest chapter. Previous chapters had comments that I need an editor, I couldn't find one, so I have been letting my wife edit it for me. So Enjoy Chapter 05. More is on the way, and as always, Comments are appreciated. 

KhaoticMethod.

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October 18, 2013 (Friday)

Rashad drove his 2013 black Roush Mustang through the Hampton Bridge Tunnel and back out into the sunlight. He had been on the road for the past 4 hours and he couldn't wait to get to his destination. It had been an interesting year. After he had broken it off with Samantha he had been flown to the Yukon for his training. He learned a lot about what he could do and how to control the rage inside. While he was doing that he was taking advanced courses in Network Security as well as Computer Management. He had essentially attained 2 more degrees in the year. He had also taken the money that Samantha had left in the hotel room and invested it. Now he had a nice little nest egg to play with when he wanted things.

Arthur was impressed that he had the time and energy to achieve those goals, but he had to. He needed distractions to keep her off his mind. He had thrown himself so hard into his combat training that he was beating his teachers after 6 months. When the year was up though, he had to see her, to make sure she truly was alright. Arthur had been keeping tabs on her and told Rashad that she was living in Norfolk still, but that her and Terrance had broken up.

Rashad pushed a button on his steering wheel and called Aaron Washington, the tracker who had been keeping tabs on her for the past 3 months. "Is she at home?"

"Yes, and so is her boyfriend." Aaron said in a low voice.

"Good" he growled over the phone before hanging up. In the reports he had read, it told of how Samantha and Terrance had only lasted about 3 months after the incident in DC. He had moved to Louisiana for work and she had stayed, gotten an apartment and was still going to school. About 4 months ago she had met this guy named David Nystrom, and everything seemed to be okay, till he started getting violent with her.

From what Rashad had read, she had to go to the emergency room three times for "unexplained injuries". He had decided to get her out of this situation. Even if she never forgave him, and wanted him to leave, he would make sure David never came near her again. 

He drove to her apartment and pulled into the visitor's parking lot. He got out and locked his door and headed for her apartment. While he walked, he glanced down at what he was wearing: a black and yellow stipend polo with a pair of black jeans over a pair of Nikes. He had a pair of Oakley sunglasses on as well. When he was in front of her door he went to knock when he heard a scuffle from inside. He listened in and heard a male voice screaming at someone. He heard the familiar sound of flesh meeting flesh as someone was smacked. He heard Samantha's voice begging for the person to leave her alone and the male saying that she was his and that's how it would always be, or he would kill her.

That was all Rashad needed to hear, over the year, he had learned that he had some special abilities. He put his hands over the knob and the dead bolt and barely concentrated when both locks released. He opened the door and saw Samantha on the ground with a bright red handprint on her face looking up at a guy that was about 6' and weighed 250. The guy had his hands raised at Samantha when Rashad walked in. 'This must be David.'

Rashad didn't say a word; he just came across the space between him and David in a blur of motion. He grabbed David's hand and broke his wrist. Before David could process what was happening, Rashad had his hand around his throat, and had him pinned against the wall. "Hello David, you don't know me, but I know you."

"This is how this is going to work. You are going to pack your stuff, and leave this apartment. You will never come back. You will never try to contact Samantha again. Anything that has both of your names on it will be put in your name so you can take care of it. If you ever come within 100 yards of her again, you will have to deal with me." Rashad said and then shifted into his half wolf half human form. He brought his teeth very close to David's scared face. "You don't want to deal with me."

Rashad put him down and turned back into his human form. His clothes were undamaged as he had learned a trick that only the elders of the pack were supposed to be able to do. He watched David follow his instructions and 20 minutes later He was gone, and so were any traces of he ever have being there. Without looking at Samantha, Rashad turned to leave the apartment.

*****

"Rashad" She whimpered out softly. "Please don't leave." Tears began slipping down her cheeks. Her hand reached out and grabbed his hand. Her hold was weak and trembling. "I never stopped loving you." She breathed gently as the tears continued to slip down her cheek. The left side of her face was puffy and sore. She tried to stand, but her legs wouldn't support her, and she collapsed back to a sitting position on the floor. Her head dropped as her eyes closed. 

"If you don't want to be here with me then leave. But I don't want you to go. I missed you." She whispered softly as her hands touch the floor before her. She was still trembling as her tears slipped off her cheek and onto the carpet. Her body was bruised and her face was thinner than before. She had lost a lot of weight since the last time they had seen each other. Her clothes barely covered her. 

"I tried to work with Terrance. But his girls came first. He decided we were done. Don't hate him. I was dying inside the day you walked away with that female you called a mate. In my soul I felt that nothing mattered but you." She breathed gently.

*****

Rashad bent down and lifted her chin up, and then he brought his lips to hers. The fire that he remembered was still there. The kiss told him everything he wanted to know. He stood up and helped her up. "Grab what you think is important and leave the rest." He said and stood there while she brought out a suitcase and grabbed some clothing and a couple of items and then came back into the living room with him.

"Let's go" he said in a soft voice and grabbed her suitcase. He led her down to his car, and he saw her smile when she saw it. He smiled back at her and put the suitcase in the trunk. He opened her door and she slid into the passenger seat, and he climbed in, started the car and drove off. He headed up 64 going towards DC.

"You seem different" Samantha said as they left Hampton. They had stopped by Wendy's and grabbed something to eat and she was drinking a milkshake at the moment.

"I am different. There is so much I have wanted to show you for the last year." He said as he ate a French fry and drank some of his soda. "Just so you know, that girl I came to the hotel room with, that was just some girl to make the illusion that I didn't need you. I had only met her 5 minutes before coming into the room."

"So why did you do it?" She asked looking at him while he drove.

"Because, the way the training went, I wouldn't have been around for a year, and I wanted to make sure you were safe, looks like that didn't work out to well." He said glancing at her.

"Thank you for the gallbladder surgery. I know you were responsible for that." She said in a low voice.

"Yeah, and they also fixed your cervix while they were in the neighborhood." Rashad said.

"I know. I had a miscarriage." She said, almost in a whisper. Rashad reached over and put his hand in hers.

"I know." He said. They continued to have small talk throughout the rest of the trip. They caught up on the interesting things that had happened to them over the past year. When they got into DC, Rashad drove into downtown DC, to an apartment complex that was 18 stories tall. He pulled his car into the underground garage and pulled into a designated parking spot. He got out of the car, grabbed her suitcase and her hand and led her to the elevator. 

They got off the elevator on the 3rd floor and walked to apartment 308. He put his hand over the deadbolt, and Samantha was amazed when she heard the door unlock. He brought her inside and led her to the master bedroom. He put her suitcase on the bed and then turned to her.

"I have to go into the office for a little bit. Make yourself at home." He walked over to the dresser and pulled out a credit card and a cell phone and brought them to her. "I got these in case you decided to come back with me."

Samantha took the credit card and saw that it had her name on it. She put the cell phone in her pocket and looked up at him. "How long are you going to be gone?"

"2 hours tops. I have to run a test on the mainframe. I will be back as soon as possible, and then you and I can go out on a date." He said with a smile and then bent over and kissed her tenderly on the lips. He separated from her and then hugged her tight. A moment later he left and locked the door.

*****

Her fingers slid over her cheek. Being near him and holding him had made her forget about the pain. She took off the loose fitting clothes and went to the shower. She turned on the warm water before she stood under the hot stream. She closes her eyes as her head lifts into the water. She breathes softly as her fingers slide down over her skin. 

Her hair had grown a couple inches longer down her back. Several burn marks were visible on her chest and sides. Soap suds slide down her flesh as she rubbed the luffa across her skin. She was finally safe and back where she belonged. She would have understood if he had told her he had to leave for a year. She would have been in a safer place if he had told her the truth. She didn't blame him though. She couldn't find it in her heart to blame him. 

After she was done shaving and rinsing, she turned off the water and slipped a towel around her body. She stepped from the shower and dried off before walking into the bedroom. She slipped into a yellow G-string and a pair of black shorts. She put on a blue tank top and brushed out her hair before pulling it back in a clip. Her eyes went to the credit card. She had to get clothes that actually fit her. She picked up the card and slipped it into her shorts and headed out the door. 

She wondered the stores trying on this and that. Some of the store managers watched her with mild concern in their eyes noticing how thin she was and the slight bruise on her cheek. She paid them no mind. She just smiled, thanking them, and going on her way with her bags in both her hands. She had about 6 bags with several different things in them when she returned to the room. She began hanging things up and organizing them in the closet. 

She brought out a silver tunic with the strings down the front that tightened the corset. She slipped from her other clothes and slipped into the tunic. Her fingers drew the strings tight as she slipped into a pair of matching sandals. She released her hair and ran her fingers through it. It tumbled and bounced slightly as her eyes came to the reflection of herself in the mirror. Her fingers slide over the bruise. 

'It will go away. Some make-up will make it fade a little more.' She thought gently sitting before the mirror with a small case of make-up. She has gotten used to wearing make-up. She still hated it though. She would always had to hide the bruises when David took her anywhere. Her fingers moved the make-up pad gently over her cheek and gradually the bruise disappeared under the make-up. She painted her lips a soft pink and did her eye shadow. 

*****

"It's been delivered...Good. Thanks for that Jeff...Yeah, I'll talk to you later." Rashad said as he hung up his cell phone. He was just pulling into the garage and going to his parking space. When he pulled in, there was the present he had gotten for Samantha sitting in the other parking spot for his apartment. He checked it over and then put his hand over the lock. It unlocked, and he reached inside the glove box and pulled out the key. He left the title information inside the car and went to the trunk of his Roush and pulled out a car cover. He covered her present and then went to the elevator and took it to his floor.

He walked into the apartment and he could smell her. Her scent made this place worth coming home to. He closed his eyes and followed her scent into the bedroom where she was just finishing putting on makeup. He opened his eyes and saw what she was wearing, and got instantly hard. He calmed himself down and walked up to her. She turned around and smiled and he took her hand and brought her lips to his. They kissed for a few moments, and then separated.

"How was your day?" Rashad asked her as he took her hand and led her into the living room.

"It was good. I went shopping and got some clothes, how was your day?" She asked.

"Not bad, but it definitely got better when I got home." He said with a smile and then glanced at his watch and saw it was 8:36 pm. He looked at her and said "Grab a jacket; we are going out for dinner."

Samantha smiled and ran back in the room, grabbed a jacket and came back out to him. They walked down to the garage and he held the door to the Roush open for her. She glanced over at the covered car, but didn't really pay attention to it. He hopped in and they pulled out of the garage. They pulled into the parking lot of Outback Steakhouse and parked.

Rashad got out quickly and opened her door for her and took her hand when they went inside. They were seated and made small talk while they ate. Samantha talked about the good times that had happened over the past year, deliberately leaving out the entire negative so as not to anger Rashad, and so she wouldn't have to relive the experiences.

In turn Rashad told her about his training and learning, he left out the fact that he was lonely, and constantly thought about her. They decided on dessert and shared a triple chocolate cake between the two of them. Rashad paid the bill and the two of them left the restaurant. They got back into the Roush and started driving toward the highway.

"Do you remember the time we sat at the K-Mart parking lot and I finger fucked you in the back of Herbie's car?" Rashad asked when looking at Samantha. He could see that she was blushing.

"Yeah, why?" She asked.

"How did you feel at the time?" Rashad asked with a grin.

Samantha giggled, "It was really hot for me to do that. But, you know what really got me hot?"

"Tell me."

"Knowing you were there watching me do it. That it was your idea and you encouraged me to do it."

"Samantha," he squeezed her hand, "you were thinking it before I mentioned it. The moment I started looking at you, I knew you wanted it."

She blushed. "How do you know me so well?"

"Because, I'm your soul mate, I know you better than anyone else in the world." 

Samantha noticed a truck stop right before they entered onto the on ramp. She wanted something to drink and to use the restroom. She shrugged it off when she looked over at the gas gauge. They would need to fill up pretty soon anyway. 

"Take off your tunic and your panties," her lover said bluntly.

Her mouth dropped open and she gasped, "What? Right now? Off?"

Rashad grinned wickedly as he entered the highway. "Yes, right now. I know you like this kind of stuff."

She playfully shook her head. "All right, if you say so."

Samantha lifted up from the seat as she untied, and then undid her tunic. She hooked her thumbs into her G-string before wiggling both garments down her thighs. Rashad glanced over as her shaven pussy came into view. He got a quick look at her swollen lips that were shiny with arousal. He set the cruise control while she kicked off her shoes and lifted her feet out of her clothes.

"Take off your jacket, too," he told her firmly.

Samantha did as he said. She slipped her jacket off, and then held it in her hands. "What do you want me to do with this?"

"Put it on the console. In case I see a cop we'll need to cover you quickly before passing him."

She giggled, "Aren't you smart?"

"Sometimes," he said with a wink. He lifted his arm so she could put her jacket on the console. Then, he placed his hand on her thigh and opened her legs wide. "Put your other foot on the dashboard."

Samantha lifted her right foot and placed it where she was told. She leaned back in her seat and lightly ran her fingers over her mound. She shivered instantly from the touch. "I'm insanely wet."

"I know you are, baby. You're going to do exactly as I say." Rashad massaged her inner thigh. "Close your eyes."

She closed her eyes and nodded gently.

"Run your fingertips along your slit. Then, just barely poke it into your cunt."

Samantha nibbled her lip as her fingers followed the trail from her clit to her cunt. She took her time, feeling her juices collect on her fingers before dipping her middle finger inside of her hole. 

"Come back up. Rub your clit back and forth, but slowly." His eyes glanced between the road, the mirrors, and what she was doing next to him. He enjoyed giving her commands, because he knew she liked taking them.

She whimpered as her fingers slid through her pink slickness. She found her erect nub and massaged it back and forth under the pads of her fingers. Her genitalia were so sensitive that every motion made her knees tic and whimpers escape her lips.

"Good girl. Now go just a bit faster."

Her neck arched back and she rubbed her head against the headrest. A car zoomed by on the left, too fast to take notice what was going on in the car. She moaned as two of her fingers made circles on her clitoris.

Rashad grinned, looking over and seeing her pink cheeks and fluttering eyelids. He returned his eyes to the road. "Keep rubbing your clit and slide one finger inside you, all the way in."

She obeyed his command and slid her middle finger inside of her tight tunnel. "Oh my goodness," Samantha moaned deeply.

Rashad's organ was filling with fresh blood. He shifted in his seat to adjust his package. His hand continued to rub her creamy thigh. "Gently pump yourself."

"Yes," she groaned as she sank her digit inside of her up to her knuckle, and then pulled it back out. Slowly, she pushed it back in while her fingers continued to dance on her clit. 

Her toes clenched tight and her foot slid on the dashboard. She flexed her toes as she pushed her foot back up. Her fluids leaked out of her steadily, staining the seat.

"Two fingers, harder," he told her firmly, growling. He could feel the beast inside wanting to come out, but he had learned to control it. He glanced at himself in the rearview mirror and saw that his eyes were glowing a jade green. He started to push down softly, but steadily on the accelerator. He checked the speedometer and saw that they were doing 95 mph.

"Anything you want," Samantha whimpered. She slid a second finger inside of herself, and then began steady fucking her slippery cunt with her fingers. Her moans became guttural within seconds.

"Good girl, don't stop. Go as hard as you can, Samantha." His hand left her thigh. He reached up and slid his hand down her bra. He pinched her nipple hard, and then released the pressure. He tugged on it and rolled it between his fingers as she masturbated.

"Fuck, fuck, fucking," Samantha stuttered. 

She pounded her fingers into her hole. Her juices soaked her hand. Her fingers were going wild on her nub. Her entire body trembled as she panted heavily. Her eyes shot open, but her hands didn't stop moving as she heard her best friend's ringtone emanating from her purse. "It's Maria, fuck."

"Call her back. You were in a store. Don't stop."

Samantha shook her head and closed her eyes, ignoring the incessant ring. "Oh god, Rashad."




Life Ch. 05



"Oh God what?" He grinned as he squeezed her breast.

"I'm on fire, this is too much," she cried out as she dug herself out. The pads of her fingers glided against her spongy spot with every thrust of her curled fingers. Her clit was hard under her furiously moving fingers of her other hand.

"Let it out, don't be shy, baby. Release yourself." He rubbed her impossibly erect nipple between the length of his fingers, pinching lightly and releasing. The ringing ceased and another car passed on the left. He didn't check to see if anyone looked over. Nor did he care.

"Oh, Rashad, I love you so much," she groaned from quivering lips. 

His instincts were in control now, the beast was just below the surface and he was vividly aware of his surroundings. He looked over and saw the muscles around her eyes clenching. Her chest heaved and he could hear her heartbeat pounding. Her hair was messy from rubbing against the seat. Her snowy cheeks had been painted crimson. Then he saw it on her chest, He looked a little harder and saw that there were what looked like cigarette burns there. He decided to talk to her about them later, but for now, she needed to be happy.

"I love you too," Rashad replied before turning his eyes back to the road. 

"Fuck, oh fucking gods," she wailed. Every fiber in her being tensed up and she ripped her fingers out of her cunt. 

Rashad saw her from the corner of his eye. She screamed an animalistic scream as her fluids forcefully rushed out of her. Her squirting orgasm splashed onto the dashboard and soaked the floorboard as it ran off.

His hand left her breast as she spasmed. He caressed her hot face and hair.

"You're so beautiful. You're glowing, baby," her lover said tenderly as he wiped the sweat from her brow.

Her legs continued to quake as she slid her foot off the dash. She kept her eyes closed as he stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. She fought to get her breathing back to normal.

"Relax, enjoy the afterglow." He leaned over and dropped a kiss on her temple.

Samantha nuzzled into him before he pulled away. He found her hand on her thigh and she tightly wrapped her fingers over his knuckles. He stretched his fingers out and delicately grazed them over her sticky sex.

The car reeked of her fluids that continued to drip off of the dashboard. His other hand left the wheel and he quickly hit the button for the automatic windows. The cold air was heaven to Samantha. His shaft softened inside of his jeans.

It took her several long moments before she opened her eyes again. "That was amazing," she said softly. She still felt like she was melted into the seat.

"Do you feel better?" Rashad asked.

*****

"Oh hell yes..." She breathed to him, a sheepish smile creeping across her lips. She looked to him, "I love you, Rashad." She huffs gently. Her eyes were closed to slits while her fingers pressed and rubbed against his fingers on her thigh. She had enjoyed her release. She inhaled deeply, the mixture of her juices and the fresh air whipping into the car was cooling her down as she felt sweat still slip down her brow and cheeks.

"Can I suck on you while you drive? I want you to have your release as well love." She said gently as a soft smile came to her lips. 

*****

Samantha placed a hand on his crotch, and squeezed the forming bulge in his pants.

He moaned.

She slowly began to unbuckle his belt, and unzip his fly.

As she reached into his pants and past his boxers with one hand, fishing for his cock, she looked up at him, deep into his eyes, and said, "Are you ready?" He just nodded his head while he looked straight ahead.

Samantha's small, pale hand closed around his shaft and she began to gently stroke him, making sure he was complicit in her plans before taking the next step. Upon seeing the pleasure in his face, she removed his hard dick from his pants, and began to stroke him quickly, getting him to complete hardness with little effort.

"Oh, it's been so long since I've seen your cock. I've missed it. I loved the way this dick of yours felt inside me, inside my mouth, deep in my pussy."

She opened her mouth, and lowered her head to his lap. The bright lights shone in through the windows, illuminating her in an orange glow as he felt her warm breath on his member. He struggled to keep his eyes on the road as he felt her wet tongue tickle the head of his rock hard tool, slipping and sliding as she beat him off. He hadn't been with a woman since her and this felt right.

"Ready, baby?" she asked. He growled something sounding like a yes, and moaned loudly as he felt his entire length slide past her lips and relished the feeling of being totally engulfed in her talented mouth. She was a great cock-sucker, and enjoyed it because of the feeling of power it gave her, while she gave pleasure to someone else.

Samantha's head began to bob up and down on his cock now. She wasn't one to mess around. She quickened her pace and used one hand to stroke his cock, the other to massage his big, hairy balls, and all the while she swirled her tongue around the head of his prick, slurping and sucking just like she used to.

As he continued to drive, he was aware that he was about to pull up at a red light. He slowed, and began to look around outside at the other vehicles on the road. Samantha felt the car slowing and simply sucked him off harder; wanting to make him blow his load at the traffic lights, give the other onlookers a real show. He looked to his left, and sure enough, a carload of young kids out for a night of mischief were pulled up alongside. It didn't take them long to notice, and they began to honk their horns and yell out of the car at him, cheering them both on. The guy closest to him wound down his window, as Samantha expertly performed her oral stimulation, the guy reached over and gave him a fist pound.

The lights changed and the boys were left at the light as Rashad sped off. He continued to drive as his lover pleasured him with skill. He couldn't take it anymore, and pulled into a parking space out front of a park. He turned off the car, moved the seat back, and reclined, letting Samantha do her worst.

Samantha pulled off of his cock just briefly enough to say, "I want to taste you. I'm still fucking hungry, so shoot that cum deep into my throat, baby. Give me every drop." She then dropped her head back in his lap and began to beat him off with a flurry of strokes, using her hands, fingers, lips, tongue and throat.

He couldn't take it. She was stunningly gorgeous, incredibly talented, and had his cock deep in her mouth, wanting to taste his hot load. Not wanting to disappoint, he closed his eyes, and let the inevitable approach.

He felt the orgasm build. Like fire through his body, he warned her he was close. Samantha only sucked harder. He felt his toes curl upwards as he placed a hand on her head and held her in place. She moaned her approval. His breathing became ragged and forced as he neared climax. She slurped, licked, and sucked him toward the finish line. He lost control, and did what he needed to.

He exploded in her mouth.

He shot load after load into her mouth, squirting his thick seed down her throat and making sure she caught every juicy drop. Samantha milked his cock dry, and kept a tight seal around his head as she drank his cum.

When he was finished, and floating along nicely, she pulled off his cock, and opened her mouth, to show him his own handiwork. The white spunk in her mouth covered her tongue, and she rolled it around her mouth, relishing the texture, before closing her lips and swallowing the lot with an audible gulp. She returned to her seat, smiling and happy with herself, and he just sat there, bewildered and with his pants around his ankles, his softening cock bouncing in the light.

He pulled up his pants and watched as Samantha pulled her tunic back up. When they were finished getting dressed he leaned over and began kissing her. He could taste himself on her and he could tell she was really turned on now. 

His hand was up between her legs and all over her little panties as their mouths mashed together, their tongues fighting and Samantha gasping for breath. She was wet, oh so wet and this erotic feeling was the feeling she had missed not being with him. When she had woken up this morning, she didn't think by the evening she would be back with the man she truly loved..

"In the back, baby," Rashad suddenly said, and the two were quickly embracing in the back seat. The tongues were fighting again as Rashad's arm embraced her body, while his other hand was back between her legs. Samantha opened her thighs while her own hand searched out the monster in Rashad's jeans and she could feel his fingers inside her panties now. He was sliding her moist cunt apart, delving into her body, sending shivers of lust into her heart. But she did so want to feel that cock. Her hand went to his monster jeans while Rashad began to tug at her tunic.

She gave in and let him take off the tunic and then she felt him unclip the bra. Soon she was topless, his hands mauling all over her breasts. Then her hand was on the zipper again. While she felt her breasts being squeezed, her nipples being pinched, Samantha managed to extricate Rashad's staggering cock from his jeans. Her fingers tried to encircle it, she pulled it free from the zipper opening and then she just rubbed it up and down, feeling its wonderful length.

"Play with it, baby. Let me watch you worship it, Samantha." As her head lowered in the seat, his hands were under her body, grasping the almighty tits and just lifting them and enjoying them. He felt her mouth slip over the head of his cock, her tongue licking at the skin as her lips went up and down the shaft. She was sucking like a kid with candy. She wanted to be good for him again; she wanted to be so good!

In her efforts, Samantha wanted to give him so much pleasure, so she opened her gullet into her throat. Now, with each suck, she tried to ease more and more of this wonderful specimen into her mouth. She wanted to get his cock so far in that she could feel his pubic hair on her chin. She sucked and gulped, eased it out and then tried again. Her mouth eased the cock deeper, sliding her gullet open so that some of his throbbing meat slid right into her throat. She felt his hairs and balls against her chin and she just held him there. It felt like nothing on earth.

Her tits felt on fire as Rashad increased the pressure while he played with them. He squeezed and pulled on the nipples, really pushing them and pulling them out of shape, and then one of his hands slid down over the back of the tunic to pull it up. Soon the tunic was bunched around Samantha's waist and Rashad was in her panties again, this time from the back.

His big fingers were sliding down her ass cheeks until he found the wetness of the aching cunt. The finger slid in and he was going backwards and forwards in her body, sending Samantha into raptures.

"My turn, baby," Rashad instructed her and Samantha knew from his movements what was happening.

His huge hands moved her over against the back of the seat and then he was kneeling between her knees. Rashad slid off her wet panties, pushed back her legs so that Samantha had to hold her knees with her own hands, and then his mouth went straight onto her open cunt. 

"Ohhhhhhhh, Jeeeesus," she moaned as his tongue hit her clit immediately. His long tongue began to play tunes between her legs, licking and sucking on her cunt lips, licking and gently biting her clit, and then pushing in to get his tongue as far into her open cunt as possible. Her breathing was fast, her naked tits heaved up and down as Rashad attacked her hot pussy and he was like a man possessed. He'd missed Samantha, and Rashad was determined to make sure she knew he missed her.

He held her thighs apart and ran his mouth all over her body, always returning to her open cunt. It was like nectar. His cock was throbbing between his legs, but he just kept slurping, licking and sucking at his soul mate who had just completely given in to her needs. She was moaning, she was sighing, she was almost screaming, and then passing out from the sexual lust that had built in her body. To have the man she loved truly, licking her cunt was heaven and Samantha just wanted it to go on and on.

Suddenly, Rashad lifted his head and his fingers, at least three, went into the soaking cunt. Samantha moaned again with satisfaction, but Rashad wanted the best now. Samantha heard a low growl and when she opened her eyes briefly, she saw that Rashad's eyes had gone emerald green and he had a wicked smile on his face.

"Outside, Samantha, baby, more room" He didn't wait for an answer but opened the door and just slid Samantha's body to the edge so that she almost fell out of the door. "Up against the car, put your hands on the roof." She did just that, her hands on the roof, waiting for that wonderful inevitable. Her tunic was around her waist, she moved her legs apart and her body was shaking. They were in the open air of the parks parking lot, Samantha was almost completely naked, with her bare feet and tunic around her waist, and she could feel Rashad behind her. If anyone had been close by the entrance to the park, they would have enjoyed a spectacular show.

Rashad's arm went around her waist, his hand caressing her stunning ass, and then she felt that God almighty weapon nudging against her body. His hand directed his cock into her waiting cunt and then..........

"Jeeeeeeeses Christ," she almost screamed. Rashad lunged in all the way with his first stroke, and it nearly cut Samantha in half. She'd forgotten how deep he could go. Then he did it again. He pulled almost out and then..........slammmmmm...........he went right into the depths of her cunt once more. She clung on to the roof of the Roush, and her feet almost lifted off the ground. She thought his enormous cock was going to come up through her throat.

"Yesssssss," Samantha loved it. Rashad put one hand on her shoulders while the other still held her waist. Then he went into a nice easy rhythm of fucking this stunning, sexy, red haired woman that he had wanted for the past year, and the rest of his life. 

"Come on, baby, I love you so much, Samantha. Let me get right inside you." And he did. He then held the cheeks of her ass as he lunged his mammoth cock back and forth, back and forth, harder and harder into this luscious cunt. 'Christ, she was the best lover any man could have, and she's mine.'

"Jesus, Samantha, you are the best ever. God, you're so good!" She was in the rhythm now, sliding her body back to meet each thrust, feeling Rashad's cock slam into her body and loving every God damn minute. She felt his hand move up to maul her tits again and his other hand went down to rub her clit. She almost fainted with lust and pleasure.

On and on Rashad went, a man in peak fitness, just fucking the best body he'd ever enjoyed, just holding her in his big hands and slamming his pride and joy into her body like there was no tomorrow. He moved his angle a little so that he was coming up into her cunt, still slamming his whole length into that waiting body, still trying to push Samantha's body apart with each thrust.

She was almost breathless, holding the car as tightly as possible so that she wouldn't fall over, but the feelings whizzing around her body were just out of this world. This truly was the most exciting, the most amazing, and the hardest and most enjoyable love making session that she'd ever been pleasured with.

She could feel her juices rising, she could feel her body start to shake, and her own fingers went to her clit to enhance the magical waves of lust that were enveloping her body.

"Christ, Rashad. Oh, Jeeeeeesus Christ. Just fuck me harder, just a bit longer...please!" She was begging, she didn't want it to end....but she was getting closer and closer.

For the last few seconds, he lifted her little body off the ground by her thighs. He held her as his big black cock continued to thrust into the fabulous body. Up inside her cunt he went, harder, harder, deeper, deeper, almost pushing through her tight skin and into her stomach. Samantha was like a rag doll as the black man thrashed at her body, fucking, fucking, fucking while she just hung on for her life.

"Holyyyyyy shitttttt," she moaned, almost screaming again as the most intense and beautiful, lust enhanced feeling started to wash over her. She was cumming like never before, but Rashad still hammered into her, lifting her body with each stroke, his fitness allowing him just to have the woman he loved as long as he wanted.

Rashad had been in control of his beast, but when her pussy tightened on his hard cock, he didn't care anymore. He felt himself change into his near human form. Samantha noticed that his cock increased in girth and length, that his fingers had claws extending from them and that his grunts sounded more animalistic. But she didn't care; she just kept taking it as a fresh orgasm raptured her body by the increased size.

Another orgasm splashed all through her body, and then Rashad felt his own juices rising. Like the strong, fit man he was, he didn't let up as his cum fired from his body. Splash, splash, splash.....the ropes of thick cum just fired up into her cunt, she could feel them washing her insides and filling her up. On and on he went, the man enjoying each erotic moment as his fluids fired deep inside the luscious body.

Then he shifted to his half human/half wolf form.

She let out a loud breath as his size increased even more. She could tell he had shifted and her body was now on overload as she was completely filled. He tried to stroke a couple of times and they both realized that he was in the middle of pinning her. He tried to wiggle his cock inside her, to ease up the pain she was feeling, but then she started to ride back and forth on it. 

Wave after wave pummeled Samantha's body as the knot went further and further up the humongous cock inside her. She could feel Rashad's claws on her underside as his hands held onto her waist. She looked back for a moment and saw him in his form, inside her. He had a smile (she guessed it was a smile) and his eyes were pure green, then she slipped into unconsciousness.

 

October 19, 2013 (Saturday)

A soft groan came from her throat as she rolled to her side on something soft. Her eyes opened to find that she was in their bed under the covers. She didn't feel any of her clothing on. She lifted her head and looked around the bedroom but didn't see or hear him. She figured he must be at work and let her sleep. She tried to move and groaned as pain ran through her hips. 

"Damn, dislocated both of them." She mumbled as she winces trying to force herself to sit up. When she sat up, two distinct pops came as both her hips popped back into place. She chuckled with a slight wince before moving her legs off the side of the bed. Her hand ran down over her stomach. He had knotted in her last night. She had passed out in his arms. 'He is beautiful in that form.' She thought as her cheeks flushed. She stumbled as she got to her feet. Her hands held onto the bed as her feet tried to steady herself going towards the bathroom. She made it into the bathroom and turned on the shower. 

When it was warm she stepped under the water as a moan came from her throat. Her eyes closed as she lifted her head under the shower head. She breathed out as little trickles of water splash against the wall. Her fingers ran through her hair as she rubs a soapy luffa down over herself. She thought about all that happened up to the time she had passed out. She blushed remembering the kids whooping and hollering as she was sucking on Rashad's cock at the stop light. She was totally thrilled and loved doing it. Her lips tweaked a smile as she rinsed and turned off the water before putting on a towel. 




Life Ch. 05



She dried off and walked out into the bedroom. She put on a light blue cotton dress with matching flats, slipped on a matching set of white silken panty and bra set. She tied the ribbon around her hips into a bow on her right hip before brushing out her hair. She painted her nails a pale pink and found the same matching lipstick in her little make-up bag and spread it lightly across her tender lips. Her hair was drawn up out of her eyes and hung in damp curls down her shoulders. 

After she looked perfect she walked out into the kitchen and looked in the fridge for something to eat. She hadn't tried eating eggs, bacon, or hash in a long time. Today, she was making it. She hummed to herself as she cooked in the kitchen. Her butt wiggled back and forth as she moved and danced a bit. She felt so alive. Her body was enthralled and she was so damn happy. 

A soft groan came from her throat as she forked a piece of scrambled egg into her mouth. Her tongue moved over the food as she chewed it up and swallowed it. Before she realized it, she had finished her full plate and was going back for seconds. Her stomach relished the heated meal made by her own hands as a permanent smile seemed to remain on her face. She finished eating the second plate when she walked into the living room and turned on the news and wondered over to the window staring out into the heart of DC. 

'Good day, DC. Thank you for giving him back to me.' She breathed as her reflection in the glass of the window showed a tender loving smile. 

"Today in the news, Writer Elizabeth Amber is doing a signing at one of our own Barnes and Nobles here in downtown DC. She is the novelist behind the sexy and erotic stories The Lord of the Satyrs. She will be at the Barnes and Nobles on 555 12th St NW for three hours signing books and having pictures taken. Anyone that wishes to meet her needs to get there today before 4pm." The news anchor was saying on the TV. Samantha turned quickly as her eyes went wide. She loved Elizabeth Amber, She loved her books. 

She grabbed her purse, keys, and credit card before turning off the TV. She hurried to the door and headed out. Hailing a cab she told him where she wished to go. When she got to the Barnes and Nobles there was already a line, but she didn't care. She stood in that line waiting. In the store she met Mrs. Amber and had her sign the whole series she bought while standing in line. She had her picture taken with the woman and talked to her about stories she had written. How she liked to write but how she couldn't seem to continue them after a certain point.

"Don't give up on your stories. Half the time I had felt that way until I found the ones that drew my heart in and held it with the lust and passion of the men in the books." Amber said to her as a smile came to Samantha's lips. 

"Thank you Mrs. Amber. I really love your books. Thank you again for the picture and you signing them." Samantha said as Mrs. Amber smiled. 

Samantha wondered around the store for a little while longer before heading out with a bag of her favorite books and hailed a cab. Sitting in the cab her stomach started to rumble with hunger. She glanced at her cell to see what time it was. She told the cabbie to take her to the Italian restaurant that was only around the corner from their apartment. She paid the cabbie and got out with her bags in hand. She would just walk back to the apartment from there when she was finished eating. She stepped into the restaurant as the hostess took her to a table in the back. 

*****

Rashad had gotten up early that morning and headed out. He knew that Samantha would be exhausted and in need of sleep, so he kissed her on the cheek and left. After he had pinned her and the knot had released, she had passed out. He had returned to normal, put her clothes back on, and laid her gently in the Roush. He had returned home and carried her into the bedroom, undressing her gently and making sure she was comfortable, before he, himself, went to bed.

Normally he would be going to work, but after seeing the cigarette burns on Samantha, he had called Aaron and found out where David was residing. Aaron had told him and he began driving to Chesapeake Virginia to have a talk. 

The more he thought about what David had done to Samantha, the angrier he got inside. Halfway through the drive he called the Virginia office of Cabrera Inc. and spoke to their security staff. They knew who he was, and the fact that he was special to Arthur, so when he asked for a favor, they obliged without question. Rashad took the next exit, and headed toward North Carolina.

He received a text message from the security team, telling him where they had driven with David so he could meet them there. He put the address into his GPS and arrived at the location 2 hours later. As he was pulling into a parking area near a game reserve he saw a lone black van sitting there waiting for him. As he parked and got out, the driver side and passenger side doors opened as well as the sliding door. Out stepped 3 men and a woman. Rashad walked up to one of the men with his hand outstretched.

"I appreciate you doing this for me." Rashad said to one of the men. The man was about as tall as Rashad, but heavier set. He was bald with a thick handlebar mustache. The man to his right was tan, stocky and had hair to his shoulder. The other man was black, with close cropped hair and looked to be young. The woman was stocky as well, but was able to pull off cute with her short blonde hair and fair skin. Rashad looked into the van and spoke to the man with the handlebar mustache.

"Is he in there?" he asked.

"Yeah" handlebar said.

"Good, let's get him out and get this started." Rashad said and watched as the black guy and the woman got back in the van and then pulled David out of the van. He had a hood over his face and Rashad could smell, before he saw, the pee stain on his pants. Rashad stood there looking at him while they removed the hood and David took a second to realize who was in front of him. When he did, he peed on himself again.

"Hello David." Rashad said letting David notice that his eyes had gone green. "I was almost going to forgive you for what you did to Samantha, and then I saw the burns on her. We have been watching you for the past several months. How you treated her. Well, I am going to give you a chance to experience the fear that she lived with." Rashad stood back and pointed at the woods behind them. "You are going to be given a 10 minute head start. 4 miles into the woods is a clearing; in the clearing is a ranger station. If you make it to the station, then you're free to go."

Rashad walked around the back of his car, away from David, and the other 4 followed him. He glanced down at his watch and then looked at David, "Go." David took off running into the woods as fast as he could. Rashad and the other 4 waited for the designated 10 minutes and then began running towards the woods. As they were nearing the edge, the 5 of them turned into their pure wolf form and entered the woods on David's trail.

David was easy to follow, even if he didn't smell of piss and fear. He left branches broken and areas trampled as he ran. Rashad never felt so free, as he did when he ran in his wolf form through the woods. He could feel the other members of the temporary pack running with him. They flowed through the woods like fish in a river. No obstacle got in there way of the target they were after, and soon they came upon him, a mile and a half from the ranger station. Rashad let out a howl that signaled the other 4 to surround David.

When David realized he was surrounded, he tried to find a weapon. As he looked around he spotted a lone midnight black wolf walking toward him. David tried to back up from the wolf, but there was nowhere to go. David fell to the ground and pleaded for his life, which made the wolf get low and start to snarl at him. David started to cry, and then the wolf lunged at him and sank down on his neck, and ripped his throat apart.

Rashad backed up, tasting David's blood in his mouth, and began howling his victory. The other 4 began howling the victory until through the woods, others joined in celebrating the man's death. Rashad and the others returned to human. "Do you guys have cleanup covered, or do you need help?" He asked.

"We have it covered; you will hear something about a camper in the next couple of days. You have a safe trip back to DC." Mustache said as they shook hands and went their separate ways. Rashad made it back to his car and headed back to DC.

*****

Her lunch was set before her as she smiled to the waitress. "Thank you." Samantha said as the woman nods and filled Samantha's glass with sweet tea once more. She moved away from the table as Samantha cut into her prime sirloin that was cooked rare. She popped a piece of the steak between her lips as she began to cut up her fully loaded baked potato with sour cream, chives, and bacon bits. She cut up her green style green beans before sipping at her tea once more. Her bags with her books sat near her leg as her eyes moved around the restaurant. There were a few business men having their lunches and talking about this meeting or that person that was fucking up in the company. She just chuckled and looked back to her food. 

Suddenly her body stiffened and her eyes closed. Her breath quickened as she began to pant softly. Through closed eyes she could see Rashad chasing something. She could sense other wolves with him. She heard a scream and then a howl as the smell of blood filled her nose. Before her eyes opened her hands were clenched on the table. She flushed hotly as the mental images faded and she looked around only to see that it was still quiet in the restaurant. She was thankful she was seated at the back of the restaurant away from any prying eyes.

When she finished she laid her card on the plate with the check and the waitress took it and came back moments later. Samantha signed her name and took her card back before taking up her bags and walking from the restaurant. She began to walk back towards the apartment. Her hips swiveled and wiggled as she walked. Her head held high and that permanent smile glued to her face once more. A couple that passed by smiled to her and she nodded to them. She was friendly to most people that didn't treat her like shit. She would be the one to say 'Hello' and 'How are you?' to a complete stranger. She came to the apartment building and went inside and up to the apartment. She closed the door behind her and looked around. Rashad was still not home. She sat down on the couch and drew one of her books out of the bags. She smiled and slid her fingers over Elizabeth Amber's signature. 

'Sweet, I can't wait for Dominion to come out now. Wonder if I give her a name she would take it and make it into a Satyr story?' She thought gently and then giggled shaking her head some. She slipped the book away and turned on the TV. Her sandals slipped off onto the floor as she draws her legs up onto the couch next to her. Her arm was propped up under her as her head leaned on her hand. 

*****

It was about 9:30 pm when Rashad got back to DC, instead of going home, he needed to stop by the office and check on a few things. He pulled into the garage under Cabrera Inc. and was heading for the stairs when he caught the scent of something, out of place. He followed the scent down the stairs and to the alleyway between Cabrera and the next building.

As he entered the darkened alley, the scent became stronger. He could also tell that it was multiple smells making the odor. He had never smelled anything like this. It smelled of death, but different. His eyes began to glow a soft green and he could see more clearly into the alley. He entered cautiously, looking around to see what could be causing the smell. Then from the shadows he heard a voice.

"Look fellas, some nosy nobody decided to come into our alley." The voice said.

"We don't like people trespassing in our turf." Another voice said from the same direction.

"Let's kill 'em, maybe he has something we can use on him." A third voice said.

Rashad could finally see them as they stepped forward. They looked like rats, but they were bigger, at least 5 feet tall and walking on their hind legs. He didn't know what they were; he had never heard or seen anything like this. 'Well, that's a lie.' He thought to himself, he had seen something like this before, Splinter from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. What were these guys, his cousins?

He began backing up to the entrance of the alley, but they scurried forward and he knew they would be upon him before he could get out of the alley. Thinking quickly, he turned to his half man/half wolf form and let out a howl. This seemed to temporally shock the rats, but only for a moment. They came on him quicker.

Rashad did all he could to avoid them; he ducked, dived, rolled and evaded using all the tricks he had learned over the past year. He just needed to keep from these, creatures, long enough for back up to arrive. As he ducked another attack, he smelled the pack coming. There was a howl heard through the alley and all 4 of the combatants looked up.

Rashad could see shadows bouncing from building to building and landing in the alley surrounding them. The 3 rat creatures looked around and realized they were trapped in the middle of a pack of werewolves. A hand landed on Rashad's shoulder and he turned to see a white wolf with a black stripe walk by him. He recognized him as Stephen, the one who had taught him over the past year and treated him like a nephew.

Stephen looked at Rashad and began talking in Lychan "You can leave; we can take care of these Plague Lords." 

Rashad looked from Stephen to the rats, who were now bunched up and had a look of fear staring at the ravenous wolves around them. "What are they?" He asked.

"Another time, we will talk later." Stephen said and then walked toward the rats, fangs bared, hunched down and snarling. Rashad turned back to human and exited the alley. He decided that he didn't need to go to the office right now and went back to the garage and retrieved his car. He pulled out and went home.

*****

She had watched the TV a little while longer before she began to cook dinner. Steaks were medium rare, mashed potatoes were fluffy and the greens were crisp and buttered. The scent of the food filled the apartment as she was smiling and wiggling around the kitchen. A soft hum came from her throat as she looked to the time. He should have been home by now. She lit some candles at the dining room table and set up plates, napkins, forks, knives, and spoons. She stirred the seven bean soup and smiled some. She prepared their plates and set them at the table. Her eyes watched the clock some and watched as the candles burned down to about half way. She sighs softly and stands up cupping her hand around the flames before blowing them out. She took up the plates and set them in the fridge. She put a lid on the soup and sat down on the couch. After a while her eyes were closing as her body moves to get more comfortable. Her eyes closed and she slipped off to sleep. She was curled up in a ball on the couch. Her breathing was slow and steady as she slept. Red locks trailed down over her cheek as she was still dressed in the sundress. The TV was still on as the news was on. The table was still set up with silverware, the candles, and glasses. She had brought out a bottle of red wine and it was still sitting in the ice bucket by the table. 

*****

Rashad walked into the apartment and saw Samantha asleep on the couch. He walked in quietly and shut and locked the door. He saw that the table had been set up for a romantic dinner, and he felt a pang of guilt in his heart. 'Damn' he thought to himself. He walked over and kissed her softly on her cheek. She began stirring and he hunched down and made sure his face was the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes.

"Hey, sorry, I didn't know you would be making dinner or I would have been home a long time ago." He said as her eyes opened and she greeted him with a smile. He stood up and reached his hand to her. She reached up and took it and he led her out the door and to the elevators.

"Where are we going?" She asked as they took the elevator to the garage. When they arrived, they started walking to his Roush. He let go of her hand and went to the car covered next to the Roush. He looked at her and smiled.

"I got this for you for many reasons. But the main reason is because I love you." He said and then removed the car cover revealing a red 2013 Porsche Boxster.

*****

Her jaw dropped as she stared at the car. Her eyes went from him to the car. She had never had a new car before, let alone something like this. Her fingers slid over the side of the car as her body bent over some to see within. She smiles and turns to him. "It's wonderful." She breathed as her arms wrapped around him. Her head nuzzled up against his throat as he smiled and held her tightly against him. His fingers slid up into her soft red locks as she drew back and kissed his lips gently. His tongue slipped past hers as her eyes closed. "Thank you my love. I love you so much." She breathed as he smiles in her lips as he presses her body up against the car. Her butt pressed against the side of the car as his fingers ran down over flesh. 

*****

Their kiss was hungry. Her fragrance intoxicated him as their tongues played and toyed and swirled. It was one of those hard-to-breathe kisses, where gasps of air are only taken when absolutely necessary. Rashad came up for air just long enough to grab Samantha, take her to the stairs (because the elevator is too slow) and get her to the apartment. Once inside their hands were immediately busy, running through each other's hair, groping over material, undoing and removing clothing. They didn't make it to a bedroom as they stumbled inside. They slid to the floor, somewhere in the middle of everything, clothing flying off their bodies in different directions.

Rashad felt the familiar urge to devour her; Samantha's beauty was ample inspiration. "Oh Baby I want you so bad!" she purred in his ear before locking her lips to Rashad's once more. He grunted into her mouth as her hand found his cock, already getting hard, aching and hot. In seconds she had massaged it to its full, happy length. Desperately tearing his lips from hers, he kissed his way over her chin, down her neck, onto her chest. It was time for a quick tour of her sensuous curves and soft skin, exquisitely smooth against his. Their bodies became a symphony of movement.

Her beautiful breasts took his breath away. Samantha moaned as he suckled each nipple into his mouth, introduced them briefly to his tongue, and then kissed his way down over her belly, onto her thighs, caressing her knees with his lips, pushing apart her legs. As Rashad began to nibble his way back up, He glanced at her pussy and froze momentarily. Samantha had spread her pussy lips open with her fingers, naughtily offering her most intimate parts to him. She was incredibly wet, slick juice already seeping from her sweet hole, clearly ready for his cock.

But her beauty demanded a proper exploration. He deliberately slowed his attentions, even though he had the urge to crawl over her and ram his cock home. She deserved to be taken slowly, with great appreciation. As he slowly kissed his way up her inner thighs, he watched as she toyed with her lovely pussy lips, dipping her finger inside her wet well, drawing her liquid up over her swelling clit, rubbing it, luring him. The smell of her smooth skin and the musky scent of her sex made Rashad hungry, a raw animal hunger that he had to contain and control.

"Come on baby... fuck me with your tongue! Taste me baby! Please taste me!" Samantha moaned, arching her pussy toward Rashad as his lips approached the apex of her thighs.




Life Ch. 06



I told Linzy about the events in the Lowe's parking lot that night on the phone, and listened to her masturbate over the details. "What about the party last Saturday?" she asked me as she licked her fingers and caught her breath.

"What about it?" I asked.

I could hear the smirk through the phone line. "You know what I mean. I know you, I've seen you run your little taxi service for a piece of ass."

I laughed, remembering the time she did ride with me and how intently she watched from the front seat while one of my brother's friends little sister blew me in the back seat. "Well, if you must know..." I told her the entire story, Joan, Danni, and Deedee, and she treated me to the sounds of her fingers pumping in and out of both her tight little holes until she was on the verge of screams.

Then she told me about her idea. It was pretty evil, even for Linzy. She wanted me to go see Danni and work my way into her bed with a video camera. When I was done, I was to give the tape to Linzy, and she was gonna make a porno website, one you have to pay for. "I mean, of corse, one vid on a site isn't great, we'd need at least five just to launch." she told me, obviously getting excited about it.

"Well, we could always post videos of each other you know." I offered.

Linzy sucked in breath through her teeth like she'd been burnt. "Yeah... I don't know if I'm really ready to let the world look at my naked body and know about it. I mean at least Danni wouldn't know until her dad stumbled across the site."

"True, but what if I can't get into her pants?" I pointed at a hole in her theory. "I mean she was REALLY drunk, and I didn't leave her on the best terms."

Linzy was silent for a moment. "If fatty wants her purse back, she'll swallow your jizz and smile as you film it." she finally answered.

I put Linzy on speaker phone and called Danni's house from her own cell phone. Her mother answered then quickly put Danni on the phone. "Hey baby." I said.

"Who is this?" She demanded.

"Remember that party you went to a few days ago, where you lost your purse?" I asked.

"Yeah, and some jerk drove me home and dumped me topless in the driveway in front of my dad."

I nearly laughed, and I heard Linzy start to giggle. "That sucks." I offered. "Anyway, I was cleaning out the poolhouse over here, and I found your purse in our fridge. God knows how it got there, but do you want me to bring it back to you? Or can we meet somewhere?" I asked her.

There was a long silence on the phone, then I heard her whispering. "My parents are gonna be gone til about six tomorrow, bring it by then ok?" I agreed and she preceded to give me unnecessary directions. After she hung up, Linzy made me get on the computer so we could watch each other orgasm over the webcam.

I called my boss from work and told them I had to leave early on Tuesday. They took it pretty well considering I promised to make sure everything was taken care of before I left. So I left at lunch because one of the trucks was late and I hate it when the trucks are late. I stopped by Best-Buy on my way to the highway and bought a handheld camcorder the little computer nerd with the oversized tits named Georgette said was the best for publishing video online, then left for Danni's. 

She answered the doorbell quickly, wearing a nothing but a thin lavender bathrobe with her wet red hair tied up behind her head. "Hi! Come on in." She said pulling me inside. "Sorry about the way I look, I wasn't expecting you so soon."

I smirked. "Oh, I don't mind at all, Danni, I'll just enjoy the view." I commented as I made it obvious of looking at her overweight body.

She blushed. "I remember you from the party, well some of it anyway." She led me into the living room and sat down on a oversized green leather couch. "The last thing I remember was you giving Ricky and his girlfriend a ride home, and then I woke up here with my dad all pissed off and a hangover." 

"I'm really sorry about that." I said, sitting next to her, maybe a little too close. "I was gonna give you a lift too, but they told me you got sick and left already." I put my hand over her knee. "I was disappointed. Until I found your purse, I didn't think I'd get to see you again." I told her and moved my hand slightly.

Danni didn't push me away, in fact she leaned forward and spread her legs. As I pushed my hand up further and farther, she leaned to me and took my bottom lip between her lips and sucked. She shuttered and let me loose when two of my fingers grazed over her light patch of pubic hair and kept moving down to her pussy.

"What about my purse?" she shuddered outright as I was easing my way into her.

I sighed and removed my hand from her crotch. "Right, I'll be right back with that." I said and stalked to the Jeep. As I was grabbing her purse, I snatched my new camera too. "Here it is!" I announced as I came back inside, viewing everything through the cam.

She laughed. "What are you doing?"

I zoomed in on her, looking over every exposed piece and stopping on her face, talking as I went. "Well Danni, I just bought this, and I wanna see if I can work it correctly."

She smiled and stood up from the couch, letting her robe fall partly open; letting me see her right tit and her pussy. "Let's just see if you can work it." She walked over to me and yanked the purse away, throwing it down on the floor and following it to her knees. I filmed her hands as she worked on my belt and buttons. "I like to give head." she told the camera. "I mean, I think it's the best way to show someone how much you really want them." She kept going as she pulled my boxers down to the floor and my cock sprang up and smacked her in the cheek. She gazed up at the lens as she opened her mouth and drug her wet hot tongue and lips from the base of my cock to the head. Before Danni popped it in her mouth though, she smiled at the camera and slowly started rubbing my dick. "I even like the way yours taste." Then she inhaled it.

She took half the shaft at first, running all over it with her tongue while her hand continued to work on the shaft. She jerked me slowly, pushing more and more in her mouth and eventually down her throat. I moaned and nearly dropped the camera when she started swallowing and her esophagus pulled the head of my penis past her tonsils. It wasn't long before her hand was massaging my balls and her head bobbing earnestly, orally fucking me with plenty of slurping and drool and sexy looks at the camera.

"You wanna cum in my mouth or on my face?" She asked me quickly while breathing.

"You decide." I told her.

She smiled and sucked my pole all the way down quickly over and over until she felt it boiling in my balls. As I was groaning, she had the head of my cock on her bottom lip, jerking the shaft madly while her tongue teased the hell out of the slit. It wasn't long before the first rope of cum shot across her face dripping the last bit into her open mouth. She kept jerking and three more jets of sperm striped her face before she sucked the head back into her mouth to swallow any that was left. "Mmmm... I like to swallow too." she commented as she wiped her hand across her face and licked jizz off her palm.

"Com'ere." I told her and pulled her up by her hand. I led her over to the same couch as before and made her slouch down while I filmed her pale freckled nude body. She groped her huge tits and pulled on her sand dollar sized pink nipples til they stood erect, then traced her swells and curves down to her pussy and it's thin track of red hair before pushing her thighs apart and showing her tiny pale pink pussy to the camera.

She spread her lips apart with two pudgy little fingers and asked. "Are you gonna fuck me or what?" I stripped my shirt and tossed it aside as I stooped to her level and filmed an extreme close up of her hole as I forced my cock inside. Thank god for cunt juice, because I don't think I would've been able to get more than the head in that tight tunnel without it. I zoomed out as my own pubic hair came into view and caught Danni's O-face amidst the heavy blush that consumed her from the shoulders up. When she started breathing again I started shafting her tight box slowly, pulling all the way out just to watch her lips get stretched on the way back in. All Danni could do the whole time was moan lowly and grit her teeth. After her second orgasm she reached down and pulled her legs back farther "Harder, dammit, I can take it."

I smiled and put the camera on the table next to us, facing so that it could see everything except my face, then grabbed her by the belly fat and pulled her further off the couch so I could shove my cock into her over and over. Her too-tight pussy pulled at my dick and her sweaty back stuck to the leather cushions as I fucked her so savagely that the couch slid back and forth, scarring the hell out of the hardwood floors and making angry noises almost as loud as Danni's grunts. My hands were buried in her sides as I jerked her body toward my thrusting hips and my balls slapped against her fleshy ass.

When the blush spread so far that her pubic hair disappeared against her skin, I pulled out and sharply slapped the side of her ass. "On your knees." I panted and wiped sweat from my face and smacked her wet ass with my wet hand as soon as she rolled over. I spread her ass open and shoved my cock back into her now greasy distended cunt. I held onto her wide hips and fucked her, stomach slapping against her ass as she moaned and groaned through another pussy-clenching orgasm.

As she quieted down, she reached over and grabbed the camera. "Do you see this?" she spat as she aimed the lens at her own face. "Do you see me, Daddy?" She said and my cock jumped inside her. "Your little girl is getting fucked on your $2000 couch. Your fat little girl is getting sweat and cum all over this piece of shit that you're so fucking afraid I'll break." I let go of her ass and grabbed a hand full of red tangles and pulled Danni's head back and got deeper in her cunt as she kept talking. "Oh god... I rubbed my ass all over it first, now my knees are poking the seat and my tits are slapping the head rest. Yeah, Daddy, I'm getting fucked on your couch." I started pounding her harder and felt my balls tighten up. "Oh god, Daddy, he's fucking my tight little pussy. Daddy, I think he's gonna cum!" She screamed. "Ohhh! Daddy, I'm cumming! I'm cumming all over his big cock and your stupid fucking couch, I'm cumming Daddy!"

She almost dropped my camera but I took it from her and aimed at her back as she fucked herself on my dick until I started to cum. I pulled out and aimed at the back of her head and as she rubbed her wet cunt on my balls I shot my load all over her back and ass. Danni reached around and drug her hand through my sperm before turning around and licking it off for the camera. Then she slowly licked my rapidly softening cock clean as I turned the camera off. "This is a damn nice camera." I joked as Danni squeezed the last drop of cum out of my dick into her mouth

"Yeah, and you're one nice fuck, too." She panted.

I pulled her up and kissed her on the forehead. "You're not to bad yourself." I grinned. "But you might wanna go take another shower before your parents get home."

She smiled and pulled her bathrobe back on. "Nah, I'll just let them wonder about the smell. Besides I kinda like it."

After getting myself dressed, I stuck around long enough to tell Danni I'd call her later, then nearly ran to get on the road home, and on the phone with Linzy.



Life Ch. 06



Sorry for the delay from the last story, enjoy. Comments are always welcome.

KhaoticMethod

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October 20, 2013 (Sunday)

The next day they wake early, both full of energy. Samantha goes into the bathroom and looks at herself and notices that the bruising that was once there is gone. She checks her shoulder where Rashad bit her the night before, and that too is gone. She smiles at herself and then gets ready for the day. While she is in the bathroom, Rashad makes the bed and checks the computer for something. When she comes out he smiles at her, stands up and gives her a passionate kiss, and goes into the bathroom to get ready. When he comes out, she is sitting on the couch reading one of the books she had just bought. He comes out, sits on the couch and she stretches herself out on him. He begins to massage her feet.

"How would you like to go to a football game?" He asked while working on her feet.

"Who's playing?" She asked without looking up from the book.

"The Carolina Panthers are playing the Washington Redskins." Rashad said with a hopeful smile. It didn't sound particularly appealing to Samantha, but she could see that he wanted to go so she nodded yes. He smiled big and leaned over and kissed her on the cheek then stood up.

"The game starts in about 3 hours and I already got tickets." He said smiling.

"What if I had said no?" She said standing up and heading into the bedroom with him. He went to the closet and pulled out his Washington Redskin jersey with the number 72 and the name MANLEY on the back. He also pulled out a pair of black jeans and a hat that matched the jersey. Samantha grabbed a pair of jeans and one of his Redskins sweatshirts. 

"Then I would have spent the next hour convincing you." He said and flashes a smile and made his eyes glow for a second. They decided to take the Porsche, but Rashad would drive. They went to grab a bite to eat before the game. He could see her enthusiasm dwindling as the meal progresses. He looks at her in her jeans and long sweatshirt and smiles exasperatedly at her.

"I promise you won't be bored," he said trying to cheer her up, and then adding "I know how to make it fun for you" he said with a smile.

Samantha smiled back at him, but now a little concerned. She thought this was a "PG" outing but not too many of their events end up "PG", even if it's not intended to.

Rashad handed her a bag as she gets in the car and tells her that he got a little something to keep her interested during the football game. She looks at the plain brown bag, stuffed with brown paper to hide the contents, a little skeptically but proceeds to pull the paper out. There in the bag, was a pair of panties. There didn't seem to be anything special about them, they were rather plain from what she could see from inside the bag. 

"Go to the bathroom, when we get to the stadium and put them on immediately." He says.

Samantha looked over at Rashad and said, "I don't see how these are going to make the game more interesting for me, but if it makes you happy, I will do it", then kisses him and thanks him for the thoughtful gift.

As they drive to the stadium she opens the bag again and pulls the panties out. She turns them over in her hands, examining them. Samantha can see him watching her out of the corner of his eye as she notices that they are a little heavy for panties. She looks over at him again and sees that twinkle in his eyes as the corners of his mouth try to fight back the smile. 

She examines the panties a little more closely and figures out that they are not ordinary panties but seem to have something sown into the crotch. 

"Hmmm, why are they so heavy? There seems to be something in them", Samantha says as she tries to figure out what kind of panties he has her putting on. It finally occurs to her that these are vibrating panties. She can't figure out how they work though, the ones she was familiar with had a remote control connected by a wire, so she looks for the "on/off switch". 

Rashad watches as it dawns on her that the panties she had dismissed as plain previously are anything but. He tells her, "there is no "switch" if that's what you're looking for, there is only the wireless remote that I have in my pocket, but don't worry, I checked them and they work," he finishes a little cocky.

He sees her look of confusion and explains further, "I know you like being played with in public, and this way only you know it's happening. Well, so do I." He says with a smile and a wink at her.

As they park outside FedEx Field he explains, "With every point my team scores you will get a dose of excitement as well, so if you pay attention you will know what's coming but if your mind wanders then it will be something to bring your attention back to the game," he finishes sounding so proud of his plan.

When they got into the stadium Rashad immediately leads her to a women's restroom and waits outside for her to put the panties on. When she comes out she saw him reach into his right pocket as he put his left arm around her. 

Samantha immediately felt the jolt of the vibration; Rashad started low as they walked through the crowd, wanting to see if the vibration could be noticed. 

She was trying to walk normal but not sure if she was pulling it off as the vibration, although low, was pressed into her clit by her snug jeans. The sensation was wonderful, but made it hard to concentrate on avoiding all the people walking around her.

Rashad steered her through the crowd, enjoying her seemingly distracted state, to the concession area. They were about the third in line so they had a few minutes to wait. He decided that this would be a good time to try out the different speeds available and crank the vibration up to medium.

Samantha's body stiffens against him as the vibration increases and she sees him look down at her. "Are you ok Sam?" he asks innocently, "you seem a little tense."

She opens her mouth to speak, thinking of calling him a "smart ass" but as she does, he turns up the speed to high and all that comes out is, "Iiiiiiiahhhhh" in a low moan.

He laughs and smiles at her, "What was that Sam? I couldn't quite make it out?"

The vibration was so direct and so powerful that she thought she was going to orgasm right there in the concession line but fortunately they were up and he turned the power off so she could concentrate on what she wanted to drink.

After obtaining their drinks they walk away and he began to giggle, "Wow, those must be great, you should have seen the look on your face when I turned it on high. I can see that is going to be the most effective speed to use on you once the game begins," he says as they find their seats.

Rashad laid down a thick blanket for her to sit on, and she thinks it's because it was a little cold and he didn't want her to be uncomfortable. She thought that was so thoughtful of him, only later to find out that it wasn't for comfort but to keep the vibration from traveling to the other seats. 

She enjoyed the game much more than she ever thought she would, although she was absolutely exhausted, not to mention extremely turned on, since Washington won by several points. Rashad helped her to the car and after he was buckled in and they were on their way home he began to stroke her face, teasing her lips with his thumb, letting her suck on it then forcing it into her mouth.

"So Sam how did you like the game?" he asks, knowing by how she was sucking his thumb that her pussy was sopping wet.

"Hmmm, that was the best football game I have ever been to" she said enthusiastically as she looks over at him, still teasing his thumb with her mouth.

"Good, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. You were a very good girl during the game, very attentive." he said jokingly as he pulled onto the highway.

"Well, I don't see that I had much choice but to be attentive. I think you enjoyed the game quite a lot as well", she said as she looks down at the bulge in his pants.

"Yes, I did, I enjoyed spending the time with you, teasing you and making you get close", he said as his hand moves from her mouth to explore her body.

She lounges back and lets Rashad touch her body on the way back to the apartment. Once into the apartment he doesn't even wait for the door to close before he comes up behind her wrapping his arms tightly around her upper body, pinning her arms to her sides. Rashad starts to nibble at her neck, then up to her ear where he whispers, "Now Sam, I am going to finish what I started at the game. There will be no more games tonight, not with the hard on you have given me". 

She arches her back and grinds into his hard cock for a minute before he releases her and tells her to take her clothes off but to leave the panties on. She does as he asks as he walks away. It takes 10 minutes to actually get her clothes off because he keeps hitting the remote to watch her squirm. 

Rashad comes up behind her and begins to kiss her on the neck again gently running his hands down her arms. She is lost in his touch when she realizes that he is tying her hands behind her back, Samantha starts to resist but he just hits a button on the remote again causing her body and mind to weaken. 

She can feel the control part of Rashad take over, he is still gentle but there is something intense in his touch. He moves around in front of her, sliding his hands over her body up to her face, he cups it in both his hands and kisses her until she is lost in it, not noticing that he is naked before her, nor that he has entangled her hair in one of his hands. 

She feels the pressure from his firm grip on her hair guiding her to her knees as he breaks the kiss. Rashad watches Samantha lower herself on shaky legs to the floor making sure to keep eye contact with her, She can still feel the low vibration of the panties on her pussy.

His cock is directly in front of her, he tells her to open her mouth and she does as she leans forward to take him in. He holds her firmly by the hair not letting her reach her goal but watching as she strains forward. 

He continues to hold her by the hair, tighter now so there is no slack, then in one sudden thrust, he pushes his cock all the way into her mouth, she feels it hit the back of her throat and he holds it there, watching her as she strains not to gag.

As the tears come to her eyes and he feels her throat constricting, he slowly pulls out but only to thrust deeply again but this time he doesn't stop, he keeps thrusting into her mouth and throat. 

Rashad has her hair so tight now and with her hands bound, there is nothing she can do but accept it, but he knows she loves it that way. As she starts to get into it she feels him turn up the speed to high on the panties. The combination of the vibration on her pussy and his cock fucking her face is too much. She feels her orgasm building quickly. His cock gets harder and begins to expand in her mouth. 

Rashad tells her how much he is going to love choking out her screams of pleasure with his cock and she can't hold back anymore. Spasms run through her body in huge waves of pleasure and relief, she feels his first load of cum hitting the back of her throat and begins to choke a little. He pulls out and lets the second load hit her face and open mouth as she sits, kneeling before him, mouth open, eyes looking up at him in a begging fashion.

Afterward, as they lay snuggled on the sofa, wrapped up in a blanket, he asks, "So Sam, are you going to let me take you to another game next week?"

*****

"Yes, dear" She breathes gently as her fingers slip gently over his chest as her ear presses against his chest under the blanket. Her eyes close as she listens to his heartbeat. Her heart was racing as she intertwined her legs with his "How is your work going? Have you seen Arthur lately?" She asked gently as he chuckles some. 

"I see him every now and then. My job doesn't give me much time to see him." He said as she nods. 

"You are doing well. That is all that matters." She said as his arms tightened around her. Her eyes were closing as she was drifting off to sleep. He listened to her breathing and her heartbeat against his. His eyes close as he too drifts off to sleep. 

 

October 21, 2013 (Monday)

Rashad woke up and realized they had slept on the couch. He looked down at Samantha and saw that their bodies were fully intertwined. He tried to find a way to get up without disturbing her, but each way he twisted she would grunt and hold him in place. 'She's getting stronger, guess the bite worked' he thought to himself. He tried one more twist and fell off the couch, and then Samantha rolled and landed on top of him knocking the air out of him for a moment.

Samantha woke up when she fell and saw him smiling at her, while lying on his back. She smiled at him and kissed him. "Hey, what are you doing on the floor?" She asked.

"I was feeling hot and thought the floor was cooler. I was right." He said to her with a smile. She rolled off of him and they both got to their feet. They embraced and shared a long deep morning kiss before Rashad glanced up and saw the time. He had to get ready for work. He went to the bathroom to get ready and Samantha followed to use the bathroom.

Rashad hopped in the shower and Samantha used the bathroom and brushed her teeth. When she was finished, she went into the kitchen and made some eggs and bacon with toast. Just as she was finishing the bacon, Rashad came out of the bedroom wearing a Captain America t-shirt and a pair of jeans. He sat down to his plate and wolfed it down in 5 seconds. He drank his OJ, kissed Samantha and was out the door in a flash.

*****

Samantha chuckled and began to eat her breakfast at the table. She was wearing a silk robe and was walking to the front door to get the morning paper. She picked it up and returned to the table looking through the news. When she finished eating and washing the dishes, she jumped in the shower. She ran her fingers through her hair feeling that her hair had gotten slightly longer and hung down between her shoulder blades. Her fingers slid down her stomach noticing that her tummy, that used to have a slight bulge, was now tightening up and looked more toned then before. 

'It must be from his bite.' She thought to herself. She couldn't help but smile slightly. She finished washing up, shaving, and rinsing off before turning off the water and stepping out wrapping herself into a towel. She walked into the bedroom going through her closet pulling out a pair of black jeans, a navy blue halter-top, lace silk panties, and bra. She pulled out black socks and a pair of black leather cowgirl boots and slipped into each of the items. She stood before her mirror brushing out her hair. She left her hair long and walked out of the bedroom. She grabbed a jacket, the classifieds and her purse before stepping out of the apartment. 

Her hair bounced down her back as she came to the elevator and rode it down to the garage. She walked to her car and slipped behind the wheel. She let down the top and pulled out of the parking spot. She smiled as the wind blew through her hair. She loved the car Rashad had gotten for her. She loved how he cared for her as much as she cared for him. 

"Hey babe! You look Hot!" A guy said in a '96 Civic sitting next to her at a stop light. She slipped her sunglasses over her eyes as she rolled them. The moment the light turned green she hit the gas, leaving the guy looking as if he were standing still.  

She drove around while going through the classified ads trying to see what jobs were available. She had finished her schooling in Criminal Justice and had her Associate's degree. She checked out the local police department and put in her application with her resume. Around lunch she sat at the small restaurant around the corner from the apartment eating a medium rare steak, loaded baked potato, and her favorite greens. She sat with her sweet tea smiling as her mind brought back the memories of last night. Her cheeks flushed as her fingers clenched the fork. She could still feel the vibration from the panties, and it was making her wet. She wanted to go visit him at his work but she didn't want to get him into that kind of trouble. She giggles to herself as she pays the bill and heads back towards the apartment.

*****

As Rashad was pulling into the garage at work, he received a text message from Arthur saying to come to his office. He rode the elevator straight to the top floor and nodded to Doris, Arthur's receptionist. He went right into Arthur's office and sat down at the desk.

"I'm glad you could come in, how have you been?" Arthur said as he sipped his tea.

"I've been good. Why did you want to see me?" Rashad asked.

"There is no easy way to say this; your DNA is changing again." Arthur said as he put his cup down and looked at Rashad in the face.

"Ok, so what does that mean?" Rashad said as he leaned forward.

"To put it bluntly, Test Subject 34, the one that bit you, had a similar DNA mutation as what we are seeing in yours. The difference is that yours seems to accept the wolf DNA better than his. But from what the scientist are saying, you will start to experience cellular breakdown within a month. They give you 8 weeks before your body totally shuts down." Arthur said with an apologetic look on his face.

"There's nothing the boys in the lab can do?" Rashad asked calmly. Inside his head was more like 'THIS IS BULLSHIT!'

"They're still working on it, but it doesn't look good." Arthur said. "So now you go home. Try to rest. Spend time with Samantha. We will keep you abreast of any new changes." Rashad sat there for a moment and then got up and left. He took the elevator to the garage. He got in his car and screamed. When he calmed down he put the car in gear and headed home.

*****

Samantha giggled at the TV show that was on. She sat in a strange yoga position that she never imagined that she would be able to pull off. One of her legs touched backwards on the ground as the other was in the air. Her body was dressed in tight spandex tights of white and blue. Her toes had socks on and her hair was pulled back and braided. She laughs before going down to the rug before the TV. She gets up and stretches forward as she hears her bones pop and muscles stretch. She swings over onto one hand once more and smiles widely. 

'His bite has given me such balance. I wonder what else I can do. Will I change like him? Will the full moon turn me into a beautiful creature like him?' She thinks to herself. She goes from one hand to the other. She begins to walk on her hands around the couch before coming back to the rug before the TV. She settles down and folds herself up like a pretzel. Her hands are planted firmly on the rug as both her legs swing up behind her head. She realizes that she can hold the position without any pain. 

*****

Rashad pulled in to the garage, got out of the Roush and locked the door. He took the elevator to his floor and put the key in the lock to go in. When he got inside he could see that Samantha was wrapped like a pretzel while watching an exercise program. He would've been turned on if he wasn't so depressed. When he walked in Samantha unwrapped herself and bounced up to him. She had a bright smile and leaned up to kiss him.

"Hey babe, you're home early, what's up?" She said with a smile. He could see that she had definitely changed some.

"Hey babe" he said with a smile "we need to talk." He spent the next half an hour explaining everything Arthur had told him about what is happening to him. When he was done talking Samantha looked at him with concern.

"What are we going to do?" Samantha asked.

"I'm not sure. But for now, I am going to chill out here with my sexy girlfriend." He said. He stood up and headed toward the door.




Life Ch. 06



"Where are you going?" She asked from the couch.

"The car, I forgot something." He said and then left. He got to the car and sat in it for about 5 minutes. Flashes of a life he could have had, or would have had if this thing wasn't killing him, began going before his mind's eye. He let out another scream, turned on the car with a roar and burned out of the garage.

*****

When he didn't come back up, Samantha became concerned. She thought about what he had told her. He had bitten her. She would die too if the same thing was going to kill him. She didn't want either of them to die. She paced back and forth through the apartment. She was unconsciously rubbing at her stomach as eyes went back and forth while her mind thought about what was happening. She was worried more about Rashad then herself at the moment. She looked to the clock several times before trying to call his phone. He didn't answer. 

"You need to answer your phone. You should have been back by now, where are you?" She begs over his voicemail. She hung up the phone as her stomach begins to twist. Her hand goes to her mouth before she bolts into the bathroom and over the toilet. Her eyes squeezed shut as she became sick. She trembles on her hands and knees as she becomes sick once more before the dry heaves come. She flushes the toilet, washes her mouth out, and curls up into a ball on her bed and slips off to sleep. 

*****

Rashad found a bar and went in. As he ordered his first pitcher he remembered something that Stephen had taught him. He mumbled the words that Stephen had taught him and then he watched as the beer began to bubble up. After a minute it calmed down. He began drinking from the pitcher and immediately felt the effects of the beer. He sat back and enjoyed the mind numbing effects. He didn't want to think about what was happening to him.

As he sat there, he saw a tall, burly, bald man walk in wearing a black leather jacket and jeans. Rashad rolled his eyes as Stephen walked up to his table and sat down. He smelled the beer and then looked at Rashad.

"You awoke the spirits of the beer?" He said, not really asking. Rashad just nodded his head as he poured himself another glass. 'Maybe enough of these and it will drown out Stephen.' Rashad thought. As Rashad was about to drink of the glass, Stephen reached out and stopped him. He grabbed the glass from Rashad's grip and put it back on the table. He signaled for the waitress to come by and get the pitcher and bring a cup of coffee.

"Hey, that's my beer. What are you doing here Stephen, other than ruining a good buzz?" Rashad asked as he sat back and waited for the coffee.

"Arthur wanted me to find you. We went by your house and watched as you left, you lost us at a light, We started to drive around and then saw your car out front. Arthur is in the car waiting for us. He has something he wants to discuss with you." Stephen said as the coffee showed up in a to-go cup. Rashad stood up, dropped some money for the check and grabbed his coffee and followed Stephen out the front entrance. Sitting in Stephen's black 2013 Audi Allroad was Arthur. Rashad got into the back.

"I'm glad that we found you. We may have found a way to save your life." Arthur said as Stephen got in the car, started it and headed toward Cabrera Inc.

"How?" Rashad asked.

"The Japanese branch of Cabrera has been experimenting in Nano-technology. Dr. Hitomi Kayo was running trials when we found out about your condition. We sent her a sample of your blood and all test have come back positive. Full regeneration of blood cells with no complications." Arthur said as he handed Rashad a stack of papers. Rashad looked them over and barely understood the lab results he was looking at. From what he could tell though, it was a viable solution.

"So what now?" Rashad asked as he was looking through the paperwork.

"We inject the nanites into you and hope for the best. I want you to know, we don't know what will happen with a live subject. It could cure you or kill you. It's your decision on what we do." Arthur said as they arrived at Cabrera. They parked in the garage and took the elevator down 4 levels. When they got out of the elevator, they were in a giant laboratory. There were people moving back and forth among huge machines. Arthur led the group to a man standing in the middle wearing a lab coat over jeans. He was tall, skinny and was wearing horn rimmed glasses. When he saw Arthur and the group coming up he made a few comments to a person he was talking to and then turned to Arthur.

"Rashad, this is Dr. Isaac Strong; he is Dr. Kayo's assistant and knows the ends and outs of the nanites. We had him flown in this morning and he will be the one administering the nanites and supervising the operation." Arthur said. Rashad nodded to the man who nodded back.

"So this is the new breed. You are the talk of the Japanese branch. A few of them were on the team that created the process that created you." Isaac said with a slight southern drawl.

"Do I have to do this now?" Rashad asked

"No. we can do it whenever you are ready." Arthur said.

"Good, when I do this, I want Samantha here with me." Rashad said. He had a look in his eye that prevented any argument.

"We don't normally allow humans in here, but..." Arthur started to say.

"She isn't human, anymore." Rashad said. He saw the shocked look on Arthur and Stephen's face. He explained about biting her, leaving out the sexual scenes that led to it. When he was done Arthur looked at Stephen and then back to Rashad.

"We will need to bring her in and see if she is starting to show any signs of the degeneration. Other than that, I have no problem with her being here. She will have to go away for the training, like you." Arthur said.

"No, she will stay with me. Stephen and I will train her here. I will not allow her to leave my side, ever again." Rashad said. As he talked, the trio could see his eyes were starting to pulsate between his normal color and red. Then they returned to normal. Arthur nodded his approval. 

"Very well, Stephen will return you to your car. Let me know when you want the operation to start." Arthur said as he and Isaac turned and began discussing other issues. Stephen led Rashad back to the elevator and returned him to his car at the bar.

When Rashad got back to his car, it was 3:30 am. He picked his cell phone up and saw that he had voicemails waiting. He checked them and heard the sadness in Samantha's voice.



Life Ch. 07



It took some convincing, but after Linzy watched the video of me and Danni, I finally got her to agree that footage of her getting herself off would be great for launching a website. And after she let me watch it being filmed, we talked about what was going on that weekend. "What about that little hippie chick you're supposed to be seeing Friday?" She asked after we decided that with both our parents home, it would be hard to spend the entire thing naked together.

"What about her?" I asked.

"Well, any chance she'd be down for a weekend long threesome?" Linzy pleaded.

I laughed. "This girl doesn't even eat hamburger and you think she'll eat pussy? Besides she thinks I don't have a girlfriend." I sighed. "Why don't we just stay with one of your friends?"

Linzy scoffed. "Like who? Any that don't know you're my cousin?" She was quiet for a second. "Ooh, I know what you're thinking, you want me to hook you up with Mia don't you?"

"Thought never entered my mind." Which was a lie. "But now that you mention it, That wouldn't be a bad thing would it?" Before she could answer, my cell started ringing.

"Who is it? Danni?" Linzy asked.

I held a finger up to camera to tell her to give me a second. "Hello?"

It was Joan, she was calling to tell me that Ricky followed her home from class and tried to force his way into her dorm. He actually got in a fght with Mikhail and started waving a gun around. She wanted me to come stay with her cause the guy running the front desk the rest of the night was a friend of Ricky's from highschool.

After I told her I'd see her soon, I informed Linzy that Joan's ex wanted to play cowboys and Indians with real guns. "Why'd you havta beat him up before you fucked his girlfriend?" she asked. "Well whatever, please be careful, and take one of your big knives with you ok?"

I promised her I'd be careful, told her I loved her and blew her a kiss over the cam before packing a change of clothes, the 18inch survival knife I take camping, and my new camera. As I walked out the door I shoved the spring-powered pocket knife I use at work in my pocket. Joan met me outside, wearing nothing but a white sports bra and a pair of track pants with her college insignia in the hip. "What're you doing out here alone?" I asked. "Isn't your psycho ex stalking you?" I continued and admired her lean muscled body and her little jeweled belly ring in the middle of her abs.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." I she said holding her hand up. "I just feel safer knowing I can run away from him out here." She put her arms around my neck and kissed me, biting my lip slightly. "Of corse, now you're here, so I have nothing to worry about."

I smiled, and squeezed her ass. "Of corse not."

I followed her inside, and the skinny acne-victim running the desk yelled at us "He hasta sign in!" To which Joan replied with a middle finger. "You really think that asshole's gonna stop Ricky?" He continued.

I smirked, kissed Joan and walked back to the desk. "My asshole could take care of Ricky, it might be a challenge though." I told him and leaned in real close as I pulled the thirteen inch black serrated carbon-coated blade from the sheath on my hip. "But this- " I said and put the point right on his cheek. "Will make it very, very easy." After putting that away, I walked back over to Joan and told Skinny McAcne "Have a nice night, jerk-off."

As soon as the elevator doors closed, Joan was all over me, sucking on my neck and rubbing my cock through my jeans. Before the doors opened, I produced my new camera (with a fresh tape) from my bag. "Wanna make a movie?" I asked.

She smirked "What for?"

I acted shocked. "For evidence! I mean what if Ricky comes back? We can have video proof that HE attacked US, instead of the other way around."

When the doors opened Joan led me out into the hallway and to her dorm, where a different porno was playing on her PS2. "Sorry, I got a lil excited when you said you were comin', so I started without you." she giggled and switched it off while I filmed. 

"It's ok, at least I know you're ready." I joked, dropped my bag and set up the camera on her make-shift night-stand before pushing her down on the bed. I got on my knees in front of the bed, and pulled her over by the ankles of her track pants, yanking them off once she got to me. She sat up laughing and craned her neck to kiss me, sucking my tongue and moaning as my fingers started working her already greasy pussy. I pushed her back down and lowered my mouth to her clit, sucking on it roughly as my fingers worked themselves deeper in her hole. She moaned and twisted her hips at me, throwing her knees over my shoulders as my tongue drummed on her pleasure button, lapping up the girl-cum she left there and my nose was getting tickled by a small shock of black hair that looked like a mis-shaven spot.

I pulled one of the fingers assaulting her g-spot out from her lips and start pushing it up her asshole in time with the trusting of my tongue and other fingers. "Ooo, somebody likes to come through the backdoor huh?" she cooed and flexed her sphincter to let my finger in. I moved back up to her clit and twisted my hand to shove my thumb inside her pussy. "Oh.. Oh god... Your pants better be off. " She choked out as I started sucking on her clit with my hand servicing both holes, and with my free hand, I made sure they were. I felt five long and strong fingers grab me by the hair just as I kicked my boxers off, and yank my head away from Joan's pussy. "Fuck me! NOW!" she growled, nearly drooling.

I pulled my hand away from her ass, and climbed into the bed, slamming her shoulders into the mattress and my cock into her still spasming cunt in one fluid motion. This time without the barriers of layers of fabric, I het her back-wall on the second stroke, and on the forth, she wrapped her track-star legs around me and pulled my dick past her cervix and into her womb. She said nothing, only screamed as her cunt squeezed shut around my shaft. As I kept fucking her, pulling the head of my dick from her uterus and stuffing it back in, she wrapped her arms around me and dug her nails into the tender skin on my back. "Bitch." I growled and ripped her hands from my back, pinning her wrists to the bed as I shoved my dick into her even further.

She continued to howl as her cunt got tighter and wetter. Joan unlocked her ankles from my back and started thrusting her hips back at me, slamming her pussy up at me, slapping my nutsack with her ass, and squeezing my cock til I thought it was going to break off. I started pulling out further, until finally I was going from all the way out of her lips to inside her womb. "You wanna cum in my pussy?" Joan gasped out. "Yeah you know you do... Fuck me with that big dick and cum in my pussy." She went on while pushing her crotch at mine. "Comon White Man! Cum In My Little Indian Pussy!" she finally screamed and that was all I had, I froze and started spurting ropes of semen into Joan.

She kept humping my cock until I started to breath again and it slowly started going limp. Finally she got tired and collapsed on the bed. After a few seconds she said. "Eeeww, Hand me the camera, quick!" I rolled over and snatched the camera up and handed it to her, and she pointed it down at her pussy. I glanced down and then jumped up and took the camera back to get a better shot. Joan laughed and pulled her lips open and flexed to made it even more apparent that my cum was oozing and bubbling out of her snatch. I zoomed out so I see her face, and she smiled just as her fluids leaked down to her asshole. Joan started rubbing the gooey mixture into her backdoor, and said. "Ya'know, if you can get hard again fast enough, I'd probably let you buttfuck me." I stood up and showed her and the camera my already hardening cock.

Just as I was about force the head back inside Joan's tight little body, Ricky kicked the door in and came in holding a .22 pistol and sporting one hell of a black-eye. I almost laughed at him because he was actually wearing a cowboy hat. Joan screamed and tried to cover herself up, and Ricky pulled the trigger.



Life Ch. 07



October 22, 2013 (Tuesday)

Morning came to find Samantha curled around her pillows. She yawned and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She looked over to Rashad's side of the bed and then grumbled softly to herself, he hadn't come home last night. She was getting even more worried now. She winced as he stomach flip flopped for a moment then she stumbled slowly to the bathroom and began praying to the porcelain god. When all that was left was dry heaves she sat on her butt, flushed the toilet and began rubbing her stomach. She had been upset last night, she thought to herself, she could understand getting sick then but this morning bothered her. She got up and slipped out of her clothes before stepping into the shower. She had felt better after losing her stomach but now she was hungry. She would shower, get dressed, and make breakfast. 

She slipped into a pair of white shorts and matching tank top with a super girl S over her breasts that showed cleavage from the top. She brushed out her hair and drew it back in a ponytail. She walked into the kitchen as her mind kept thinking about Rashad and where he could be. Were her senses keen enough to find him? Her eyes looked through the fridge but her nose wrinkled at everything in the fridge. Her stomach growled out in hunger. 

"This totally sucks!" She yells out looking around the apartment. She sinks down in a chair flicking on the TV. She flicked through the channels before looking back towards the fridge in the kitchen. A soft growl came from her throat. "Damn it!" She growls lowly. 'I wish you were home. I wanted to go to breakfast with you this morning.' She thought to herself. Her thoughts were drowned out by the noise of the TV. She watched a commercial for burgers and shakes in a restaurant in downtown DC and her stomach began to rumble with earnest. 

She walked into the bathroom and opened her cabinet. She saw a pregnancy test. She had to know. She was late. She wanted to know. She would eat after she got the results. She went into the bathroom and used the pregnancy test before sitting it covered on the sink. She washed her hands and tried to ignore the test. Her eyes instead went to the clock on her dresser in the bedroom. She walked back and forth while her stomach growled. She looked to the clock once more and went to the test as her hand covered over her mouth. Her eyes welled up with tears as she grabbed her cell phone. She called Rashad's phone once more. 

"Rashad, please answer, we are going to have a baby!" She said loudly into the phone. "Please come home. Please. You are going to be a daddy. Please come home to me. I love you, honey. I'm here for you always. Please." She begged into the phone before hanging up. She kept her cell phone with her. 

Samantha decided against going out just in case Rashad came home. She made herself a club sandwich, scrapple, eggs, and hash browns. She was so hungry that she ate 3 platefuls before lying back in her chair. Her eyes went to the phone then to her stomach. 

'Please, come home honey. I need you with me.' She thought gently. She sat down on the couch and curled up in a ball, not really watching the TV as it droned on. Her eyes watched the phone hoping it would ring and Rashad would be on the phone. 

*****

Rashad walked into the apartment and saw Samantha sitting on the couch. When she heard him walk in, she was off the couch in an instant. 

"Where have you been?" She said as she ran into his open arms. He held her tightly to his chest.

"I'm sorry; I had a lot to think about. I went to a bar, but before I could get drunk, Arthur came and got me." He said as they separated. He looked her in the eyes and could see that she had been crying. 'She was worried about me. But there is something else, something she wants to tell me.' He thought. "Arthur thinks that there may be a chance to save me." He brought her to the couch and they sat down while he told her of the events of the previous night. When he was done, she took his hands and put it on her stomach.

"I have something to tell you. You're going to be a father. I am pregnant." She said. Tears began to run down Rashad's face at the news. He hugged her close and then put his hand on her stomach. He didn't know why, but he could feel a life growing there. 'That's impossible. It's too soon, how can I know that something's there?' he thought to himself.

"I want you there when this happens." Rashad said as he moved to the other side of the couch and leaned back on the arm rest. Samantha moved over and lay on his chest while he talked. He wrapped his arm around her with his hand resting on her chest.

"Of course, we're in this together, always." She said as she cuddled with him. Rashad hadn't realized how tired he was till he woke up 8 hours later stretched out on the couch with a quilt over his body. He got up and looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was 5:45 pm. He looked around for Samantha and didn't see her. He listened and sniffed the air and realized she was in the bathroom. He got off the couch and headed toward the bathroom. She was coming out as he was walking toward it. He went to give her a kiss but she backed up with a slightly disgusted look.

"Eww, you have morning breath." She said. He laughed and hugged her instead.

"We are going out tonight. I am going to get ready and then it's your turn." He said to her.

"That sounds like fun." She said as they separated. Rashad went into the bathroom and got ready. When he was done he went into the bedroom and pulled out and dressed in a suit. He went to the living room and called Arthur for permission to use his limo. He agreed and said that it would be out front in an hour. Rashad sat on the couch and watched TV while Samantha got ready.

*****

Samantha moved around the bedroom pulling out a long black crushed velvet dress with slits up both her thighs. She wondered into the bathroom turning on the shower before stripping from her nightclothes. As she let the water fall on her she thought about what Rashad had said. Would she have to go through what he is going through? What will happen to their baby? Her hand slides down over her stomach. She didn't want to lose their child. She didn't want them to destroy a part of their life that hasn't come into the world yet and had a chance to live. She washed up and shaved everything that needed to be shaved before turning off the water and wrapping a towel around her body. She stepped out of the shower and walked into the bedroom. 

She dried herself and stepped into the long black dress. The front of the dress dipped some to show her breasts from the top. Her back was open showing creamy white skin. Her thighs showed as she slipped into her high heel wedges before adjusting straps and curling her hair down and around her shoulders and back. She applied a pale pink lipstick to her lips with some rouge and powder before stepping out of the bedroom. She walked by the couch and watched his reaction from the corner of her eye.

*****

'Exquisite,' he thought, as she came into the room. Everything about her said class, from her hair so perfectly coifed to her shoes which elegantly matched her black dress that she chose to wear for the evening.

"Hey baby, what do you wanna do this evening?" Rashad asked her, as he stared at her lovely figure in that dress that looked like it was made for her. 

"I thought you had everything planned," she said as she stared at him while putting items into her evening bag. 

"Naw, I just thought I'd wing it, but if you are okay with it, we can just order in and watch TV. That's always an option" he said waiting for a reaction.

"I didn't get all "gussied" up just to have takeout and watch television. I want to go out." She said, arms folded and giving him a look that could kill.

Rashad jumped up out of the couch and stuck out his arm to escort her for the evening, "your wish, angel, is my command." 

As they left their building, the limo was waiting and the driver opened their door as they hustled into the back. Awaiting her was well-appointed leather interior with crystal glasses and champagne on ice. He proceeded to open the champagne and poured her a glass. The infamous Washington D.C. potholes made drinking and riding a bit treacherous but they handled it and enjoy themselves. He takes a little of the Champagne and pours just a bit on her neck; it runs down her shoulder to her collarbone. He quickly uses his tongue to lick it up before it reaches her dress but he lingers on her neck, kissing her and licking her until the taste of champagne is all but gone. He knows she's resisting moaning because of the driver but when he nibbles at her ears, her squeals are another story.

"Stop, you're giving me goose bumps and they won't look at all attractive in this dress."

At that point, Rashad just looked at her and wanted to let her know how much she meant to him but he let it pass. He would have more than enough time to do that later.

The limo pulled up to there first stop, Sichuan Pavilion, a nouvelle Asian restaurant in the heart of the DuPont Circle area. They jumped out of the limo and stepped into a faux Asian décor that was brimming with people. Because he had made reservations they were seated right away. It was a quiet table near a window where they could watch people go by. She ordered the Pad Thai Chicken with coconut sticky rice. He ate the sushi and sashimi platter, which was heavenly. Rashad occasionally took some of her rice but he mainly left it alone since she adored it so. She ordered a rum and saki punch and after a couple of drinks her hand was in his lap massaging his now hard dick. She tried to undo his pants but he wouldn't let her. He just moved her hands up and down on his legs massaging him through his pants.

After dinner and a brief cooling down period to enable Rashad to walk out of the restaurant, it was off to the Ibiza Night Club in Adams Morgan. They were treated to a wonderful Brazilian Carnival Show with beautiful Brazilian women in abundance on stage and in the audience. The samba ruled the dance floor and he and Samantha got up and did their own version. As they danced, a sun bronzed Brazilian goddess came over to them and started dancing. Rashad's dick got hard as she shook her ass at him with her little thong on and her tits jutting out. She reached over and grabbed Samantha around the waist and began moving her hips in a seductive manner with her. Samantha and the woman got into a close grind on the dance floor. Rashad watched as the two moved together as one, everyone on the dance floor turned their eyes towards them. 

When the music ended, Rashad and Samantha invited her back to their table, but she had to decline in her broken English, she worked with the band and had to get ready for the next show. They stayed and enjoyed more music and dancing but he wanted to hit another club before it was too late so they headed for the 9:30 Club. 

This club located in Capital Hill was a haven for models, wannabe models and actresses of every stripe. They immediately pulled up and were swept past the throng waiting to get in at the velvet ropes. As they entered, they are greeted by a décor reminiscent of South Beach. It's a small club but it's packed with half the crowd being the hottest this or the newest that. Rashad hunts down a secluded booth in the VIP area and makes them at home. The waitress comes by and they order a couple of chocolate Bemis and tell her to keep them flowing.

Rashad tells Samantha he had to talk to someone he spotted on the way in. She nodded and took in the scene. He knew that leaving her alone would be an invitation for someone to talk to her, which if it's the right someone wouldn't be a bad thing. 

He circulated and made his rounds and upon returning he came upon Samantha and a very beautiful young woman becoming fast friends. The woman was kissing Samantha on the neck and her hands were on her thighs in a most seductive manner. He slid in on the other side of Samantha.

"Hello, I'm Amber, I was admiring her perfume, it is tantalizing, just like she is," she said looking at Samantha and licking her lips.

"We agree on that, I have been enjoying her perfume all evening." Then he leaned over and began kissing the other side of her neck. He was at a bit of an advantage because he knew her most sensitive spots but Amber was a quick learner and they were both all over Samantha.

Her moans were subtle but still seductive enough to get them both to linger over a spot or to prolong a certain gesture or move. Rashad looked at Amber, her light mocha complexion was turning him on and watching her feast on Samantha was sensory overload so he decided to stop competing and to team up. 

"Hey Amber, let's turn her out right here." 

Amber smiled and then laid a serious kiss on Samantha holding her face with both hands. Rashad watched and then moved his hand up her thigh. Knowing she wouldn't be wearing underwear with this dress, he fingered her wet pussy. When his finger touched her clit, she gasped as Amber kept up her deep kissing. He slowly moved his finger around her clit and played with her pussy lips. Then he gently entered her very wet pussy with two fingers and nudged her g-spot. This time it was more than a gasp but a moan that emanated from her lips. He continued teasing her pussy with his fingers and her hips gyrated slowly in a sexy way. 

Amber's hand was playing with her nipple and he took his wet fingers and lifted them to Amber's lips.

"Taste this," he said to her as she began licking his fingers in a very sensuous fashion. Samantha joined in and they were back to exchanging tongues with his fingers being the focal point. 

He grabbed Amber's hand from Samantha's breast and eased them down to her pussy. There they played a gently game of thumb wrestling around her clit. Samantha's head immediately tilted back and she let out a series of moans that made it very obvious what was going on and but for the music, they would have been busted. Samantha was feeling it now and grabbed both of their heads and pushed them to her breasts and like twin babies they suckled on her nipples, licking them and enjoying the sounds she was making. Rashad lifted his head first and kissed Samantha as Amber continued to suck on her tit and finger her pussy. Their kiss was long and soulful as he closed his eyes and imagined them somewhere far from the music and the club, just the two of them. But Samantha was preoccupied by Amber's nimble fingers; finger-fucking the hell out of her pussy.

Samantha then grabbed his dick and pulled it out of his pants and began jerking him off. It was so fucking hot that he just leaned back and checked out the scene from the shadow of their booth. Amber was alternating between kissing Samantha and sucking on her tits while finger fucking her to a fast approaching orgasm. Samantha had his dick in her hand, jerking him off and he was just enjoying it all. 

He whispered to Amber to eat her pussy and then he takes Samantha and moves her mouth onto his dick. Rashad knew that when Amber makes her cum, she will make him cum. So Amber is licking her pussy and Samantha is just moaning and trying her best to suck him but she can't concentrate with the hardcore pussy eating Amber is doing. So he adjusts and starts jerking off as he watches Amber eat Samantha out from behind. Samantha is on all fours and Amber is licking her ass and fingering her pussy until in a torrent she comes all over Amber's face. 

Amber doesn't stop; she keeps licking, trying to suck up every drop of pussy juice from Samantha. 

"Give her a second; I know she is going to want to return the favor." Rashad says to Amber who smiles a big smile with pussy juice all over her face. 

He grabs a piece of ice out of a drink sitting on the table and pops it into Samantha's mouth and then he laughingly says, "you're up slugger, show her what you got."

Samantha turns around and begins kissing Amber and seeing how wet she is Samantha licks her way down to Amber's wet pussy. Amber moans as Samantha gently kisses her thighs and fingers her pussy lips. Then Samantha moves her hands up to Amber's full breasts while her tongue finds its way to her clit. Lightly licking it she sends shivers through Amber. Samantha's fingers are probing Amber, hitting her G-spot and now sucking on her clit. Amber was in a complete frenzy by this time and she is holding Samantha's head between her legs as she crosses them behind her neck not letting her go, as if she would anyway.

This goes on for another five minutes with Samantha subtly changing rhythm and motion to bring Amber closer and closer to cuming. Rashad was playing with his angel's pussy that was so wet it was like a waterfall, which he loved. Then it happened Amber started out with the classic "labored breathing" then the punctuated yelps followed by a totally orgasmic scream that pierced the club. 

At this point Rashad decided that they might have worn out their welcome, so they packed up their belongings, pulled up their clothing and made a hasty retreat for the door. Amber was still sitting there totally satiated and turned out with their phone number on a napkin. As they headed into the limo, Samantha pushes the button for the divider to go up and then she says, "You haven't had any fun yet." 

"Are you kidding I had lots of fun," he says as he holds her in his arms, her head on his shoulder. 

"Well here," she says taking his dick out, "let me do this." And she proceeded to suck his dick. Now he just leaned back and let her suck him but she wasn't content with that. She soon got down on all fours on the opposite seat and stuck her ass out at him. 

"What are you waiting for?" she said.

He adjusted himself behind her and proceeded to fuck her, hitting her spots and grinding his dick against her soft ass. She was moaning as she played with her pussy while he fucked her from behind. A voice called on the intercom as the car rolled to a stop. 

"We are here sir" said the driver. They were in front of their apartment.

Rashad pushed the intercom, "Take us to a beach, we want to see the sunrise." And with that the car started again and took off. 

They fucked in several different positions as the car rolled towards Assateague Island National Seashore. She came a few more times and he built up to an explosive orgasm that resulted in a loss of speech, vision and damn near consciousness. 

 

October 23, 2013 (Wednesday)

They were spent as they arrived at the beach. It was cool and the driver offered them a couple of blankets from the trunk and they headed for the sand. They sat there in each other's arms and watched as the sun rose in the sky. As the sun crested the horizon, Rashad brought his lips to Samantha's in a passionate and tender kiss lighted by the morning sun.

They walked back to the limo and rode back to their place. They got back in their apartment and as they did, Samantha took her clothes off and went to the bathroom. Rashad took his clothes off and put on a pair of his Redskin Pajamas and went into the kitchen and started frying bacon and sausage. He sautéed some green peppers, onions and banana peppers and then drained them. He took the bacon and sausage and chopped them up and then took some potatoes out from the pantry. He cubed the potatoes and then put them in the fat of the bacon and sausage and added the sautéed vegetables making fried potatoes. While he fried the potatoes he took 4 eggs and cracked them so they covered the bottom of another pan. He fried it and then flipped it like a pancake. When the egg was almost done he put the potatoes combination into the center of the egg and folded it over and added cheese to the top. He made 6 of these and was bringing 2 out to the breakfast table as he waited for Samantha.




Life Ch. 07



*****

Samantha was yawning as she washed up in the shower before rinsing off and stepping out wrapping a towel around herself. She went into the bedroom and slipped into her robe. Her red locks dripped onto the robe before stepping out into the dining room. She kissed his lips gently and sat down before him at the kitchen table to eat breakfast. She covered a yawn as her mind went to their wild romp at the club. 

"When are we going to that place? What if it is happening to me as well? What will happen to our baby if I get it done with you?" She asked gently looking over her nearly gone omelet. 

"I don't want us to lose the baby, Rashad. I want to have the baby. I want us to be together for our child." She said gently as her sleepy eyes look up to him. There was worry and fright in her eyes. Her leg was jumping some as a slight spasm went through her. 

*****

"I don't have the answers to those questions Samantha." Rashad said as he got up and got another omelet. 'They're very good questions.' He thought to himself. He finished eating and he and Samantha went into the bedroom and lied down together. They were asleep instantly.

When Rashad woke up, he looked at the clock and saw that it was 2:30 pm. He got out of bed, making sure not to disturb Samantha. He went in the bathroom and showered up and brushed his teeth. He shaved and then came back to the bedroom and put his boxers, socks and t-shirt on. He put on his white Sean John shirt and black Roc-a-Wear jeans over a pair of Reebok's.

His stomach started to rumble so he went to the menu drawer in the kitchen to see what he could order. He found a menu for Duccini's off of U Street and went on their website and ordered an X-Large Meal Buster. He picked up his phone after he ordered and called Arthur. He picked up on the 3rd ring.

"I'm going to have the operation tomorrow." He said.

"We'll schedule it for 9am." Arthur said.

"That will be fine, and remember, Samantha is going to be there with me." Rashad said. His tone left no room for argument. 

"I understand." Arthur said before he hung up.

*****

Samantha groaned silently before rolling onto her side. Her stomach wrenched and she bolted into the bathroom. She managed to get the lid up on the toilet before she puked and continued to get sick. Her eyes squeezed closed as her over loaded senses made her get sick over and over until she only had dry heaves left. She groans softly as she sits down on her butt and rubs her stomach. She pulled a wet wash cloth to her from the sink and wiped her nose and mouth. She flushed the toilet as she hesitantly gets to her feet. 

'I really don't like morning sickness. Or afternoon, whatever.' She thought to herself as she washes her face and blows her nose. She brushed her teeth and stared at her slightly pale reflection in the mirror. She pouts at her reflection and then turns and walks out into the bedroom. She slips into a baby blue cotton dress. She runs a brush through her red locks. The smell of pizza coming from the living room makes her stomach twist and she makes it back over the toilet in time. After a few more flushes and dry heaves she sits back on the floor near the toilet. 'This sucks!'

*****

Rashad heard Samantha run back into the bathroom and start puking. 'Of course, she's pregnant, morning sickness or afternoon sickness, whatever' he thought to himself. He got up and put the pizza into plastic Ziploc bags and put them in the bottom shelf of the fridge. He then went to his computer and started looking up information about women in their first Trimester of pregnancy. Ever since he was bitten, he had a photographic mind and now he was using it to benefit his girl and their future kid.

Once he was done he went into the bathroom and made sure Samantha was okay. He brought some bread and cheese with him. She was sitting on the floor in front of the toilet. He walked in and handed her the food as he squatted down beside her.

"Sorry about that. This Pregnancy takes some getting used to." He said with a smile. She returned the smile as she ate the food. When she looked like it was going to stay down, he helped her up and brought her into the bedroom. "When you feel like it, we can go to the grocery store and pick up foods that would be good for you and the baby."

"Okay, just give me a few minutes to let my stomach settle." She said as she leaned on him. They sat there, with his arm around her shoulders and her head on his chest, for a few minutes. Then she got up and went to get ready while Rashad went back and ate another slice of pizza. He made sure to take it out on the patio so she wouldn't smell it when she came back out.

*****

They went shopping at a grocery store around the corner from the apartment and Rashad made sure to get everything that was listed on the website to help ensure a safe pregnancy for his girl and child. 

"So I am going to have the operation done tomorrow. While I am there, you should have one of the doctors examine you to make sure that everything is going good with the pregnancy." He said as he walked down the poultry isle and got some boneless, skinless chicken and put it in the basket. Samantha walked beside him with her arm in his.

"I will." She said and then looked him in his eyes "Are you scared?"

"A little bit, but I know I have you and I know that Arthur's not going to let anything happen to you or the baby, so I go in peace to whatever happens tomorrow." He said as he leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips.

"Don't say that, don't even think it. You will have the operation tomorrow and then you will be fine." She whispered to him when their lips parted. A tear ran down her cheek and Rashad wiped it away with his finger and smiled at her.

"You're right."

*****

She could have popped him in the arm for his words but her mind pushed it away as they walked along the grocery store getting everything that was needed. He wouldn't let her carry too many things as she growled and protested that she wasn't disabled and could carry some things. He just shook his head and took the majority of the groceries. She protested a little more as he let her carry one or two of the lighter bags. 

"Such a turd." She said unlocking the door as he laughs and follows her inside with his arms holding most of the bags. He takes them in the kitchen as she puts the food away. Her butt wiggles as she bends over in the fridge putting fruits into the bottom crisper. His eyes watched her bending over like that. His hard on made his pants quite uncomfortable. She looked over to him and laughed. Her cheeks flushed hotly. They spent the rest of the day hanging out, watching TV and just being with each other.

 

October 24, 2013 (Thursday)

Rashad was lying on his back in the operating room. He looked up and to his left and he could see Samantha standing there next to Arthur and Stephen behind 2 inches of reinforced Plexiglas. He smiled at her and mouthed the words 'I love you' to her. She smiled back and said the same to him. He laid his head back down and thought of the morning so far.

They had both woken up early, when he checked the clock it said 6:18 am. They had gotten into the shower together, but they had been so nervous and worried about the day that they hadn't fooled around. They had a breakfast of oatmeal and toast with OJ. When they were done with breakfast, they looked at the clock and saw that it was only 7:20 am so they sat out on the patio in each other's arms and just enjoyed being together. At 8:30 they headed to Cabrera Inc.

When they got there and went down to the labs, Arthur had been waiting for them when they got off the elevator. Stephen was in the lab working on some last minute details with Isaac. Rashad had to leave Samantha while she went with the doctors to check on her and the baby. He went to the prep room and changed out of his clothes and put on the surgical gown that was provided. He then went in and had a full physical. When that was done he was allowed to see Samantha. He found out that everything looked fine for her and the baby and that no signs of the degeneration were present. 

After he found out the good news he was brought downstairs to the operating room and strapped to the table he was presently on. 

"We are getting ready to start. Unfortunately we need you conscious for this, so there will be no anesthesia. We are not sure what to expect, so good luck." Isaac said. He turned to a table that had a cylindrical object on it. He pushed a button and the top popped open with a hiss of escaping gas. He reached in with a gloved hand and pulled out a syringe with a clear liquid in it. He then turned toward the window and looked at Arthur. "We are beginning."

Isaac walked over to Rashad with the syringe; a nurse walked over with him with an alcohol pad and rubbed a spot on his upper forearm. Once the area was clean, Isaac injected the liquid into Rashad. "The nanites are in the liquid. The liquid itself is just a Saline solution. They will enter the blood stream, go to the heart and disperse from there. In the trials we ran, it took about 20 seconds for them to activate." He said after the syringe was empty.

'Wow, that stuff is cold' Rashad thought as he felt the liquid enter his arm. He could feel it passing along his veins and the cooling feeling started to go into his heart, which began to beat faster. Then it heated up to his body temperature and he didn't feel any different.

"How do you feel?" Isaac asked. While checking the monitors hooked up to Rashad.

"I feel alright. There doesn't seem to be any paaaAAAIIIII....!!!!" Rashad couldn't finish his statement as every nerve in his body turned on and registered a pain he had never felt before. His muscles tensed up so much that he could feel the tendons stretching and popping. His First Change didn't feel like this, this was worse. He started to break the bonds that were holding him to the table. He felt hands on him and opened his eyes for a moment and saw 5 orderlies trying to hold him down. They were succeeding until the second wave hit him.

*****

Samantha was worried as she watched him lay there on that table. She had spoken out, 'I love you,' to him and smiled trying to be brave. She could feel both Arthur and Stephen watching her along with watching him. When his face contorted and the scream came from his gapped mouth is when her heart nearly seized in her chest. She watched with wide eyes and then went to lunge for the door to go to him. Arthur's arms wrapped around her as she screamed out and tried to break free of his grasp. Her eyes went towards the window seeing him struggle for all his life and she wasn't going to lose him. She ripped to the window once more as she screamed out his name and pounded like crazy on the Plexiglas.

"Rashad!" She screamed out. "Rashad!" She slashed her nails across the Plexiglas making only a 1cm deep slash mark here and there. Her hands balled to fists again as Arthur's arms tried to hold her back from the window. 

*****

He started screaming at the top of his lungs, He had broken free of the bonds and the orderlies were unable to keep him down in their human form, so they shifted to their Half human/half wolf form. All of a sudden Rashad stopped flaying on the table and calmed down. The wolves around him still held him, just not as tightly. His breathing began to calm down as the pain started to subside. He opened his eyes and looked over at Samantha. She had her hands on the glass and was screaming his name, but he couldn't hear her through the glass. He went to say something, and then the second wave of pain hit him, worse than the first time. His mind couldn't handle this much raw input, so it did the only thing it could do. It shut down his conscious mind and let the beast out.

Dr. Isaac and the wolves, Arthur, Stephen and Samantha knew something was wrong. As they looked at Rashad his eyes opened wide and then turned blood red. He shifted to Half human/half wolf and flung 2 of the wolves holding him across the room and through the Plexiglas. He let out a howl that everyone still conscious could hear and reached forward and grabbed another orderly/wolf and clawed him across the jugular, he toppled to the ground, lifeless. 

The remaining 2 wolves came at him from either side trying to subdue him while Dr. Isaac prepared a solution that would knock him out. He never got a chance to use it. Rashad lunged forward, grabbed him around the face and threw him at the glass where Samantha was. Stephen got her out of the way just as Isaac came crashing through. Isaac's body lay prone on the wall, not moving. Samantha looked back at Rashad and their eyes met. She shivered at the realization that the animal she was looking at was not Rashad. 

Rashad turned from Samantha's gaze and ripped the table he had just been on, from the ground. He threw it at one of the two wolves, catching him in the midsection. Before that wolf hit the wall, Rashad was on top of him adding more force to the table and nearly cutting him in half. He turned to the remaining wolf and let out a growl that made the hair on Samantha's neck stand up. The beast inside of her was afraid of what it was seeing through her eyes. Rashad raised his hand, palm out, toward the wolf and a ball of fire shot out and engulfed the wolf in flames. It howled and screamed in pain, and then the fire retardant system turned on and put him out. He lay motionless on the floor. Rashad turned toward Samantha and her companions.

He took two steps and jumped the rest of the distance. His 10 foot, muscled Half human/half wolf form landed in front of Samantha and looked at her with death in his eyes. He growled in her face, and she was scared, but she didn't back down. Instead she reached up toward his face.

"Rashad, baby, come here. It's okay. Calm down. I'm here. You're safe." She said in a calming voice. Rashad brought his head to her hand and sniffed it. Then he looked at her and brought his nose closer to her and sniffed her. She took his massive head in her hands and looked at him in his eyes.

"Calm down Rashad. You have to calm down. It's okay, no one can or will hurt you, I promise." She said very calmly. While she spoke she could feel her eyes tearing up with the sadness she felt for him. He looked at her and saw her starting to cry. He reached forward with a massive hand and gently wiped away a tear.

"Sa...sa...Sam" He half growled half spoke her name. He bent down and as he did he began returning to his human form. She knelt on the ground and as he changed she held his head in her lap. When he returned to normal he looked at her with his regular colored eyes and tears ran down his face. She held him tightly as he slipped off to unconsciousness.

*****

Her tears slipped down and dripped onto his cheek as she held him close. A low growl came from her throat as she felt hands try to reach for the both of them. 

"It's okay, Samantha. We want to get you both up and out of this mess. We won't take him from you." Arthur said as Samantha pushed away his hands once more. She bent forward, leaning over Rashad as she held onto him. Her fingers were brushing gently at his skin as her heart pounded like hell in her chest. Arthur finally was able to lift her up and away as Stephen and a few others lifted Rashad up and moved them both to another room. Samantha leaned against a crook in the wall with Rashad wrapped in a blanket in her arms. She had slipped into unconsciousness when she had draped herself over Rashad's body in the other room. Her heart rate had slowed down. She had been so scared it made her slip away. Both Arthur and Stephen stood at the doorway of the small room. 

"She carries the first of a new breed in her womb. He could have killed us all if their bond hadn't been strong enough." Stephen breathed as Arthur nods. 

"She loves him beyond any mate I have ever seen." Arthur says as Stephen's eyes went to the sleeping two. "She will need more appointments and some vitamins for her and the baby in her womb. I don't like how pale she is compared to other werewolf females." Arthur said gently.         

"Maybe she wasn't turned like Rashad was. We haven't seen her werewolf form at all." Stephen said as Arthur shakes his head some. 

"She's got the scent of a female werewolf. She's just not ready to show that side of herself yet." Arthur said as Stephen nods. 

"She will be trained." Stephen said as Arthur nods.



Life Ch. 08



Lucky for me Ricky's as shitty a shot as he was a boyfriend. The bullet struck the wall ten feet behind me and the recoil left me enough time to step in and kick him in the balls. While he was bent over from that blow, I snatched the pistol from his hand and inflicted more pain to his temple with the butt of the gun. 

"Call the cops!" I yelled to the throng of girls that gathered outside the smashed door and were either staring at Ricky's unconscious body or my nakedness. I turned to Joan to ask if she was okay and she was already yelling into the phone at the 911 operator. I quickly pulled on a pair of pants and plugged my camera into Joan's laptop, copying the video before the cops could take it as evidence.

Around 2am, the police finally had our statements and arrested Ricky's little acne-ridden buddy for being an accessory. They also took my camera as evidence, and gave me a hand-written note to get a new one on the city's account. Joan's friends left us alone to get some sleep before class around 4am. "Thank god you were here." Joan said for what had to be the hundredth time since the cops showed up.

I just smiled and handed her a Mountain Dew from her mini-fridge. "Just consider it paying a favor." I told her.

She smirked. "What favor? If I remember correctly, I still owe you."

I laughed. "No, I think were even." Just as she was about to speak again, my phone started ringing. I answered in middle of Linzy's yawn. "Did you get any sleep last night?" I interrupted when she started to scold me about the happenings with Ricky.

"As much as I normally get." Linzy shot back. "Anyway, I had an idea. Why don't you ask the little Indian Princess if she'd let us spend the weekend with her?"

I smiled at the thought of having both of them to myself for forty eight hours. "I'll ask, and I'll call you later, ok?"

Linzy yawned again. "Good. I love you."

"I love you too, now get some sleep." I ordered and hung up.

I threw the phone on my bag and turned to see Joan's confused and angry face. "Who the fuck was that?" she spat.

I answered her with equal shock. "My girlfriend."

"Your WHAT?" she screamed

I laughed, knowing she must've forgot our conversation when she was drunk. "Joan, the night we met you told me you wouldn't give me a hickey cause you knew I had a girl. That was her."

Joan frowned, knowing I was right. "Well... What did she want?"

"For me to ask if you would let us stay here for the weekend?" I begged.

Joan looked around, thinking. "Is she prettier than me?"

I shrugged. "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." I copped out.

"Lame ass." Joan accused. "Does she like girls?" she asked.

I smiled thinking of Nani and our anal escapades. "She liked the last one we had a three-way with."

"Well..." Joan mocked contemplation. "I do still owe you one... but... " She climbed across the bed to get closer to me. "I'll only do it if you promise me that I'll get to spend one hour ALONE with her."

I shrugged. "Fine by me." I kissed her quickly. "Anything else?"

Joan swivelled around and turned the tiny camera on her computer towards us and hit record. Then she straddled my lap. "Yeah, I want you to put your dick up my ass before you go to work." She demanded and kissed me, sliding her soft little tongue into my mouth.

I kissed back, pushing her robe open and pulling her naked body further against mine. Then blindly felt for the waistband of my boxers and freed my cock to slap the crack of Joan's ass. As I tried to pry her cheeks apart and send my dick up her exit-hole, She broke the kiss to lean over to her night-stand and snatch a bottle of hand-lotion. She popped the top and put it in my hand so I could help the penetration situation.

I aimed the room-temperature lotion at her volcano-temperature ass and squeezed until I felt the relatively cold cream running down my nutsack. Joan squealed and jumped and giggled at the sensation, but started moaning when my right hand found her ass and started to lube up her rear entrance. My left hand was spreading the slick mess over my cock, and soon they touched.

Joan reached back to grab my dick just below the head and I pulled her toned ass apart as she lowered down onto me. I gasped at penetration, Joan gritted her teeth and moaned for more. I let her ass cheeks go as she let her weight drop on me. I wrapped my arms around her back and held her shoulders as she kept pressing more of my shaft up her butt. She tangled her arms behind my head just as I felt her ass touch my balls and her pubes hit my stomach. She stopped moving so she could catch her breath. I could feel her pussy shaking through the thin wall in her ass, and knew she was having an orgasm.

I did nothing but kiss her neck and rub her shoulders, to let her know to take her time. She finally started moving, pulling her hips forward, dragging her clit and leaking pussy across my stomach, and pulling my dick out of her ass about three inches. She smiled down at me as she pushed back, filling her bowels back up with cockmeat.

Soon this was the rhythm, faster and faster she ground her cunt on my stomach and fucked herself up the ass on my dick. Joan was moaning and groaning at first, then as she leaned back to force more meat into her pooper, she started to scream and bounce on my lap. "I'm gonna..." Announcing her orgasm was interrupted by a throaty scream, and I felt her pussy squeeze itself closed as her ass flexed and grabbed hold of my cock, pulling on it like she was trying to shit backwards. "Cum... Cum in me... Cum... up my ass." I could hear her wheezing out and I fought against her tightening asshole to stroke out and back in three more times before I felt the sperm jerked out of me. We sat with only muscles twitching as my cock got milked by her asshole. When we finally felt like we could move again, Joan flexed and shit my dick out, followed by a flood of cum.

I glanced at the clock as she rolled off of me to collapse, and realized I was already late for work. "Shit, I gotta run." I yelled and started throwing my shit together.

"Don't you wanna shower?" Joan asked. 

"No time, but I'll see you Friday ok?" I said and kissed her quickly before throwing my bag over my shoulder and walking out the door. 

On my way to work I called Linzy and gave her voicemail the good news. Thank god nothing happened at work on Wednesday. I needed the rest and so did my cock. Linzy even let me take a break from our nightly mutual masturbation because of a suicide scare with one of her friends. Thursday however, was a different story. 

I saw her from the corner of my eye as I was telling a guy that looked curiously like Hulk Hogan that Boston ferns would burn to a crisp in full sunlight. She was around six feet tall, I guessed some of her height was from the platform heels on the bottom of her fake combat boots. Her flowing elephant-leg black pants hid all of her figure from the belly-button down, but the skin-tight long-sleeved black polyester shirt with the purple tribal-heart on front and back showed me that she was rail-thin, with a chest and hips that flared out from a waist thinner than my own head. Her face was bone-white, and half-concealed by the hood attached to her shirt. Her hair, or what I could see of it, was jet-black, and braided with a purple ribbon that matched the pattern on her shirt and the trim on her jeans. Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of what looked like miniature welding-goggles.

She walked, or more accurately, slunk in following an extremely conservatively dressed more-than-middle-aged woman frowning like she'd just eaten a bug. As they passed beneath our shade cover, the girl stopped to smell a rose blossom, and the woman hurried along inside. Lucky for me, Hulkster went away, and I was free to pursue the my newfound goth-hottie.

"They're on sale this week." I said as I walked up behind her. "Buy one get one free." She jumped a little and spun around, the goggles were hanging around her throat, and eyes that matched the ribbon in her hair were locked onto mine. "I mean, that's like getting them for ten bucks each." I tried to say, but it came out half whispered.

She smiled, knowing she caught me off guard. "I know, I read the sign." she said in a soft voice that was almost hypnotic. "I was just stopping to," she paused to take the flower between her index and middle finger. "Ya know, smell the roses." She dropped the flower and pointed to the greenhouse, where her mother stood, badgering an employee about a lawnmower that never got delivered. "Some people never seem to have the time to enjoy anything like that. " her hand fell, slapping herself in the thigh. "I try to enjoy little things like that as much as possible."

"That's a good thing to try." I finally said, breathing for the first time since I saw her eyes. We stood and stared at each other for what seemed like hours but was probably seconds before I heard the sliding doors of the greenhouse open up.

"Come on, Mary Louise, We are leaving." the older woman said and grabbed my new friend out of the staring competition and started to drag her to the door.

Mary jerked her wrist from the ancient claw and yelled. "I'm not a little kid anymore, mom! I mean Goddamit, I'm eighteen years old!" She turned her back on her mother's shocked expression and handed me a business card. "Call me okay?" she winked and followed her mom to the car and left. 

I was slightly disappointed, but at least I had her number. The card was cute, it had little bats on each corner, and stamped into the center it read: "MARY LOUISE SLITE" followed by her phone number.

I called Linzy after work first to see if was okay with me calling Mary. I knew that she said it was okay to have sex with other people, but an actual date was another thing. After telling me that I was being stupid and I should call Mary immediately, Linzy said she loved me and hung up. Mary answered the phone on the second ring, sounding like she had just ran up a flight of stairs. We agreed to meet not far from were I worked at tiny club tucked into an old factory. I knew the place was hangout for goths, were they could get together without being stared at for the way they dressed. 

I rushed home, showered and dug around for something to wear. Not belonging to any of the counter-culture cliques, I finally decided on a pair of black loose-fit jeans, and a Rammstien t-shirt that Linzy obviously left at my house. I met Mary in the parking lot just as the sun was going down. She was dressed exactly the same and looked all the better for it as she perched on the front end of a black late-model firebird. "You didn't wait long did you?" I asked.

She smiled, "Nah," she said and hopped to the gravel. "I was just enjoying the heat coming off my engine."

I walked closer to see what she meant and could feel the hot air around the hood and wondered how she had managed to sit on it comfortably. "Nice car."

She nodded at the gas guzzling SUV I had just climbed out of. "Not bad yourself." After we went inside, She whispered something into a huge bouncer's tattooed ear and he took us to a small area closed off from the bar and music to sit and eat. She ordered what had to be the most amount of pork I'd ever seen stuffed on a plate, commenting that she always ate like that when she was away from her parents. "There's only so much self-denial a girl can take before she needs a fat sausage in her mouth, Jewish or not."

I blinked a few times. "You're Jewish?" I asked, before taking a bite from my hamburger.

Mary chewed the meat off another rib before answering. "Yeah, I know right? A Jew named Mary? My parents had to have known I'd end up fucked up after doing that to me."

I laughed, and then she laughed. Then we were kissing. I'm not entirely sure how it got to that, but she had dropped the bare-bone on her plate, and I was licking barbeque sauce off her chin and my hand down the back of her pants before she stopped me. We stared at each other for a second, then I called the waiter over to get a to-go box. "You're place?" I asked.

She shook her head. "Parents. Yours?"

I shrugged. "It's an hour away, and my brother's there." I thought for a minute, then grabbed my keys. "Ever been in a greenhouse after hours?"

She was rubbing on my back and my ass as I was tying to get the back-gate unlocked at Lowe's, and was sucking on my earlobe when it finally popped open. We didn't make it very far inside; I grabbed her by her tiny waist and hoisted her onto a stack of pallets and started sucking on her tongue. We worked on each other's belts and as soon as buckles came undone, I pulled her shirt over her head and bared her firm little a-cups to the night air. I jerked her pants off over her boots as I licked and sucked the tiny pink pebbles she called nipples. She cradled my head and cooed in my ears as my fingers searched for panties but only found a tiny crack with a sopping wet vagina at the bottom. I probed and poked and prodded and finally spread her hole wide enough to accommodate my middle finger. Mary giggled and gasped and groaned as my hand worked at opening her tiny bud up. She was sopping wet, but it didn't make much difference with a hole that small. Her bony little body rocked back and forth as I fucked her with my finger, and she covered an orgasmic scream with my lips when I worked a second inside her.

I honestly thought for a second that she'd break my fingers off with her pussy squeezing them before she finally said "As much fun as this is, baby, I don't think I want more splinters in my ass." and slapped the wood she was sitting on.

I agreed and pulled her from the pallets, letting my pants fall as I stood up. I threw her lightweight body against the chain-link fence of the gate and marveled shortly as she hooked bony fingers through the links and propped her heels on the fence as well, displaying her body for me. Black and purple braids hung down over her chest, and I quickly counted her ribs before glancing at her outy-belly button, and realized I could see her hipbones through her flesh.

I lunged at her, quickly finding her mouth with mine, and pushing my cock into what had to be the tightest pussy I'd ever encountered. I had barely gotten two inches of my dick inside her, when Mary broke our kiss and cried out. "It hurts, Jeremy! You're too big!" 

I pulled out slowly, and looking directly into eyes I now noticed were two different colors; one purple, one blue, I started fucking the tiny Jewish girl with short gentle strokes. "I'm not going to hurt you." I whispered and kissed her neck. True to my word, I held her tiny body against that fence, and never went deeper into her hotter-than-hell pussy than she originally allowed. 

It wasn't long before she was moaning that she was going to cum. I smiled and quickened my thrusts, popping the head of my cock out of her and shoving two inches of it back between her nearly-nonexistent lips. When she let go of the fence, I was surprised at how fast she clung to me. What really shocked me though, was how her pussy seemed to gape open, take half my cock in one stroke, and then slam shut so tight I nearly screamed.

Mary did scream, or tried to anyway around the chunk of my shoulder she was biting. I tried to pull out, apologizing if I hurt her, but she stopped me by wrapping her leather-covered legs around my back and squeezing me to her. I literally couldn't move. Mary was in control, and her cunt was apparently out of control. It kept seizing and pulling and convulsing on my dick that I knew it wouldn't be long before my balls lost their struggle to keep my sperm. "I'm gonna cum." I wheezed into Mary's ear.

Letting her jaws ease, she leaned back and I noticed she was crying. "Do it." was all she could say. Her pussy loosened ever so slightly, then pulled another two inches of my dick inside her to tap her on the cervix. As soon as I felt it hit the tip of my cock, my balls gave up and let my entire load loose. It felt like my dick exploded when the cum finally made it to the head. Mary had another rolling orgasm, and her pussy slammed shut, forcing all the cum inside her to spray out with her own juices on my balls and legs.

It was a slow process pulling my dick out of her, and after the fourth "Stop, it hurts." left Mary's lips in mid-orgasm, we decided to just wait until it got soft.



Life Ch. 09



Linzy was pissed about Mary. Not the date, or that I had fucked her, but the fact that I forgot to get my camera replaced and didn't film it in night-vision. After apologizing profusely, I promised I'd get it back before we got together for our weekend with Joan. Originally, I had planned to go Best buy on lunch and return to work with my camera, but as I was on my way through the parking lot, I got reminded of a previous engagement.

I saw the beat up and rusted Honda parked next to my Jeep and my dick started to get hard. Sunshard the hippie girl was sitting on my hood wearing a damn-near see-through long loose cotton sun dress in the shade of her own giant straw hat. She waved and revealed a shoe box wrapped in newspaper to me. "Friday at two right?" her tiny voice called out to me. 

I smiled and hurried to reach her. I lifted her off hood and kissed her quickly. "Right on time." I reached for the box and she put it behind her back. "Isn't that mine?" I joked and reached behind her.

She jumped back and wagged it in my face. "Not yet it isn't, you said we were going to lunch." she giggled. She patted the front door of my Jeep and continued. "We obviously can't take my poor little car, so your gas guzzler will havta do." She climbed in after I unlocked the door and yelled through the window at me. "And no meat!"

So we went to Olive Garden, and I ordered eggplant parmesan, because it's only thing I'll eat there that isn't stuffed with Italian sausage. Shard was satisfied with deep-fried ravioli smothered in alfredo sauce. We chatted about random things, like where in florida she'd be living, and how one of us might visit the other and about the time the waiter was refilling my drink for the third time, I felt Shard's foot tracing up my inner thigh. Not to be outdone, I not-so-subtly pulled my workboot and sock off my right foot and sent it on a trip up her loose dress. As she was massaging my dick through my pants, I was delighted to find that she apparently never wore panties.

I tickled her hairy pussy with my toes, toying with the soft fur that covered her. I enjoyed her little laughs and moans as I grazed her outer lips and then dug in to find her hard little clit and pinch it between my big and second toe. When I was sure she was excited and wet enough, I started swirling my digits around in search of the entrance to her pink garden.

Our waiter came back with the check just as I popped my big toe between her hairy little pussy lips. She gasped and the waiter flinched. "Don't worry hun, I got it this time." I covered quickly, pretending she was shocked over the bill and not the fact I just put the tip of a size fifteen inside her. I worked my thickest extremity in and out of her, fucking her fuzzy cunt with my foot and feeling her cream run down between my other toes. She tried to keep rubbing my cock, but soon lost interest and let her leg fall and started moving her hips in slow circles around my foot. Before our server came to collect the bill, Shard's eyes were rolled back in her head and she was lost in the middle of a foot-soaking orgasm.

I wiped my toes off with one of the twenties that I put in the payment book and put my shoe back on as Shard tried to make it look like she didn't just have an orgasm.

We left quickly after seeing our fake-Italian waiter adjusting his own sausage as he counted his tip. "I guess it's time you got yours, huh?" Shard said as I drove back to Lowe's and she licked her lips. 

I smiled and parked behind the pine-straw trailers and leaned my seat back slightly. Imagine my surprise when Shard plopped a shoe-box wrapped with the comic section of last Sunday's paper in my lap. I blinked a few times and laughed for a second before ripping into it. When I finally had it open, I saw a knife laying in the box. It was about a foot long, with a really broad and heavy blade carved with Egyptian hieroglyphs and a handle that was shaped like a scorpion's stinger that curled around my fingers. "Where did you find this?" I gaped.

Shard was grinning ear to ear. "I knew you collected knives, and I remember about three months ago you said you had really started getting into middle-eastern stuff, so I looked around online." I remember telling her all that, because she had asked me the difference in a steel bladed saw and carbon-coated blade and during the explanation I told her about the different knives and swords I had hanging from the wall, and the reason I was into all things mid-east was because Dixie and I had started having threesomes with her new neighbors from Oman's youngest daughter around the same time. "Do you like it?" her little girl voice prodded.

I look at her mocking anger. "Like it?" I asked. "Shard you should know better." I couldn't keep a straight face. "I love it, thank you. " I said and leaned across the seat to kiss her. As we exchanged some saliva, I tried to wrap my arm around her and go up the back of her thin shirt. 

She pulled away though, just as I was about to unhook her bra, and said "Well, I better get going, lotsa packing to do." and she was out of the Jeep and in her car before I could protest. "Call ya later!" she yelled as she drove off.

I was pissed. But more than angry, I was horny. No way was going back into work with my dick nearly popping the seams on my jeans after the way Shard had left me. I called my bosses and explained that I needed the rest of the day off because a customer that wasn't my responsibility in the first place had irritated me past my temper. They told me not to worry about it and that they'd see me on Tuesday at our monthly meeting.

I rushed over to Best Buy, thinking if I got my cam-corder and hurried to Linzy's house I could pound her cunt for an hour or two before her parents came home and we went to Joan's. It was slightly uncomfortable walking with such a large erection straining against my cloths, and I did my best to make sure my shirt was at least masking the bulge. I found Georgette, the same big-titty blonde that help me the last time and handed her the note that one of the cops gave me Tuesday night. "So you need a new one, because the cops took your old one because you had video of someone trying to kill you? " she asked trying not to laugh. She was only about five foot nothing, and way to skinny to be sporting the (I'm guessing) F-cups that sprouted from her chest like watermelons. Her hair was cropped short, just past her ears, and judging by the brown roots, had been much shorter when it was bleached. She was really cute, with a narrow pointy nose and a small mouth and big blue eyes centering her slightly round face. Really cute, and I'm sure that I wasn't thinking that just because most of my blood was throbbing in my cock.

"Well, it had other stuff on it too." I said, trying not to make it obvious that I was suffering from lack of blood to the brain.

She raised her eyebrows in silent question.

I leaned in close, to smell her perfume, or lack thereof. "See, one of my friends and I had an idea to start a website with tapes we had made."

She smiled more. "What kinda tapes?" she asked, biting her lip and openly staring at my crotch.

I glanced around to see if any of her co-workers were paying us any attention. When I knew the coast was clear I reached for her hand and put it on the bulge in my pants. "Why don't you take me somewhere private and I'll show you?" I whispered and ran my hand up her side to caress the side one of her huge boobs.

She stroked me a few times while she looked around nervously, then clenched her fist around my erection and started pulling me towards a door marked "Employees Only" She shoved it open, looked around once more, then jerked me inside.

It was the employee bathroom, barely more than a stall and sink. You could wash your hands and lock the door from the toilet, and if someone would've been sitting in it when Georgette shoved the door open, they probably would've gotten knocked in the head. She helped me rip the camera open and load the blank tape into it before she sat on the toilet and started undoing my belt. "This is Georgette." I said as the camera switched on. "She's a little nerd that sold me this camera."

Georgette stopped to smile up at the camera as she unzipped my pants slowly. "Hi." she said and started tracing the waistband of my boxers with her fingernails.

"She... um... she wanted to know..." I kept stammering, because her wrist kept grazing my dick. "Uh.. what I was doing buying a cam-corder, and..."

"Do you want me to tell them?" Georgette interrupted. I nodded. "Okay, Jeremy here, got his last camera taken by the cops cause a jealous ex-bf of some girl he fucked tried to kill him. " she started as she pulled my cock from it's cloth prison and started playfully smacking herself in the face with it. "So he walks up in my store, with his cock bulging in his pants, and tells me he's starting a website of vids he and his 'friend' made." she continued, pausing every few words to lick the length of my cock with her pierced tongue. "So we're in the employee bathroom, so he can show me what kinda website he's makin'." She stopped to suck the head of my penis into her tiny mouth, her lips stretched to the point they started to turn white as she stared at the camera from the corner of her eye and forced more and more of it into her mouth.

Just as the head of my cock hit her uvula, she quickly popped my dick from her mouth. "And lemme tell you people something, this ain't no website about watching people use the can." she told the camera and went back to stuffing her mouth. This time, as the steel barb in her tongue pressed into the bottom of my shaft, when the head of my dick hit the back of her mouth, I heard her jawbone pop and felt her throat open to accept me. She gagged a little at first, but sucked in a sharp breath through her nose and swallowed my cock. I could feel her neck muscles working my dick, trying to either push it the rest of the way to her stomach or get it back out or her mouth.

Georgette moaned as her bottom lip touched my ball sack and her eyes fluttered open to look into the camera. She pulled her head back enough to pop my dick from her throat and breath through her nose a few time before inhaling me again. She started a cycle after watching my reaction, and before long she was fucking me with her throat, rapidly popping my dick down her throat and puking it back up. Never letting my cock leave her mouth, she must've known I was about to cum by the way it swelled even more and had to hurt her mouth.

She let my cock out of her mouth too early, and I groaned dissatisfaction. She popped her jaw back into place and asked. "Wanna fuck my titties?" Before I could answer, she had her shirt off and her bra unhooked from the front spilling her bigger-than-her-own-head breasts into view. She leaned up and pulled me closer by grabbing my drool-dripping dick. I leaned forward, bracing my hand on the wall behind her, and pressed my cock into the valley between her tits. She grabbed handfuls of her own flesh and made a dick-taco. Her skin was clammy, I guess she was nervous, but it felt so damn good to have those mounds of mammary wrapped around my shaft. She started bouncing up and down, at first just teasingly, then she looked up at the camera and said. "I always knew God gave me big jugs for something." Then she lifted her tits up so that I couldn't even see my cock under them, and started sliding them up and down the whole length.

Up and down, up and down, from not visible all the way to the bottom of her tits were on my thighs. I didn't even realize I was thrusting in rhythm until I saw my cock smack her in the chin. She laughed at the cam, and opened her mouth, attempting to catch the head the next few times it slid out of her cleavage. When she finally managed a good catch, she stuck her tongue out and kept letting it pop in and out of her lips as I fucked her chest. I was groaning with each breath, and she was making moaning-slurping noises around my pole when it jabbed her tight lipped mouth.

Georgette looked up at the camera, squeezed her tits tighter together and said. "Cum all over my face, Jeremy." She let my tool smack her in the face, neck, and chin a few more times and added. "Cum all over my face, and I'll let you fuck me next time you buy something."

That sounded like a good bargain to me, and two and a half thrusts up through those lovely orbs Georgette called her breasts, I was spraying her neck, face, hair and the wall behind the toilet down with jet after stream after glob of sperm.

I think I started to collapse, or black out or something, because Georgette started laughing and pushed me back towards the door. I switched the camera off and stuffed my dick back into my pants. "I think that will make a perfect edition to our exclusive collection of videos." I said. 

She smiled and started wiping her face off with dampened paper towels. "I hope so." she commented before ushering me out the door so she could clean off in peace. 

I left before she came out, handing some guy with a braided goatee a note that simply said "Thanks, see you next week - Jeremy" and telling him it was for the girl with the nice knockers. 



Life Ch. 10



I called Joan as I was leaving the parking lot at Best Buy to make sure she was going to be there and be ready for us. "Sure thing ,babe." she told me. "I even got a surprise for your girlfriend." She wouldn't tell me what it was, but I decided I'd find out soon enough anyway. Linzy called me and told me to meet her down the street, at one of her friends house.

She was standing at the edge of the drive way with a duffle bag thrown over her shoulder, the strap crossing and separating her gorgeous tits over her tight low-cut shirt. "Don't get out, don't put it in park, just go." She barked at me and jumped in the Jeep before I even pulled in her friends driveway.

"What the hell was that all about?" I asked her as I rounded the next corner in her little suburban neighborhood.

She grinned at me and threw her bag over the seat into the back. "Nothing." I glared at her. "Seriously, Jeremy, nothing. I just told Mia that I was spending the weekend with my new boyfriend, and I don't really want her knowing that I'm fucking my cousin, okay?" I nodded, understanding, and smiled when she leaned across the seat to kiss me on the cheek. "I mean, not everyone would be as understanding as Nani, or this Indian girl you've hooked us up with." She must've noticed the smile fading or me thinking about Joan freaking out. "You did tell her I'm your cousin didn't you?" I shook my head. "Dammit Jeremy! What the fuck does she think then? I'm your girlfriend and I want to have a weekend long threesome with her?"

"Isn't that what you wanted me to tell Shard?" I accused. "I mean hell Linzy, you can't expect everyone to see it how we see it. It's easier to tell someone we're just dating than we're committing incest." I stopped at a red light and saw her sulking. "It's not even that much of a lie is it?" She glanced at me, but turned back away. "Really, it isn't. We talk on a daily basis, we love spending time together, we go out on dates and we have sex. If you're not my girlfriend, then what are you?" I asked.

She didn't answer until I was on the interstate back into the city. "I don't know." she said. "I just don't like lying to people." We were both silent for a few miles, then she turned to me with a smile. "Am I really your girlfriend?"

I grinned. "Yeah, I guess you are. I don't know what else to call it." With that, Linzy unbuckled her seat belt and moved closer to me. She kissed my neck and ran her hand up my thigh. In a few deft movements, her hand was massaging my cock inside my boxers. 

She stopped after a few strokes and pulled her hand away, eliciting a groan of disappointment from me. "There's cum dried to your dick!" Linzy accused. "Who did you fuck today, hunh? The little hairy hippie girl? Or did Mary show up at work for round two?" I honestly thought I was trouble for a second, then I glanced at her and saw a huge grin on her face.

"You get turned on when I talk about fucking other girls don't you?" I asked. "Most girlfriends get jealous over that kinda stuff you know?"

"Most girlfriends aren't your cousin." Linzy reminded me. "So who was it?" she pressed. I reached behind me to grab my camera and handed it to her, telling her how to cut it on and play the video. "I know, I know. I'm not as electronically illiterate as your brother." she kept telling me, and before long I heard Georgette's recorded voice spewing from the tiny speakers on the camera. "Oh my God, those are fuckin huge!" Linzy cried.

"I know right?" I laughed. As she watched, stunned by the size of the short blonde's tits. I recounted the happenings with Shard and how I ended up getting blown in the bathroom at Best-Buy. "So, is that good for the site?" I asked. 

Linzy looked at me sideways. "You're joking right?" She said. "You honestly think I'd put this on my website?" I wrinkled my forehead, trying to think why she wouldn't. "I mean, with the follow-up she promised, this would be perfect for the launch." she finally said.

"You're a bitch." I laughed out.

She laughed too. "Oh, you think so?" I nodded. "Then we'll see how much of a bitch I am when I don't suck you off on the way to Joan's dorm." Damn my big mouth. Well, that just made me drive faster, so it at least it didn't take to long. On the way there, I reminded Linzy that Joan had made me promise she'd get an hour alone with her. Joan was waiting outside for us in a jogging suit, not much unlike the one she was wearing last time I met her, only she had a baby-doll t-shirt on over her sports bra.. "Oh God, Jeremy, you didn't tell me she was fucking cut like that." Linzy accused in awe of Joan's exposed abs.

I smiled wider. "What's wrong? Jealous?" I looked over at her as I pulled up to Joan. "Or just really turned on?" She smirked at me and I knew the answer was both. "What's up?" I asked Joan through my rolled-down window.

She smiled. "Not much, just thought we'd get some dinner before the festivities." She looked at Linzy in the passenger seat, with her low-cut top showing off her DDs, and her purple hair framing her milk-white face, she probably looked like half the girls Joan made fun of in high school. "Hi." she grinned uneasily, and offered a hand. "I'm Joan, hope you don't mind me sharing your boy-toy."

Linzy snorted and grabbed her hand. "Corse not, there's more than enough of both of us to go around." she grinned back and let go and motioned for Joan to hop in the back seat. "If you wanna see something crazy, turn on that camera back there."

"Oh, you got a new one already?" Joan asked me and I nodded while she fiddled with switches until I once again heard Georgette's voice. "Holy shit those are big!" the Indian girl gaped. "What is that like, a double F or something?" Linzy and I just laughed. "So you just go around filming everything you fuck? She asked when the tape ended. 

"Actually..." Linzy started and told her the details of her get-rich-quick porno scheme on the net.

Joan nodded and listened intently. "Cool, can I get in on it?"

"Uh, you kinda already are" I told her. "I filmed Wednesday night, remember?" Joan of course remembered, but told us that without a contract, we couldn't post anything with her face and expect to get money from it without a lawsuit. "You're a cold bitch." I told her, and she retorted with how she was raised by a man who owns a casino, what did I expect?. "So how much do you want?" I asked.

"Recognition, that's all." She answered to my and Linzy's relief. "Seriously, though, you two will need an attorney if you're really doing this without prior consent."

"And where do we find one of those willing to represent us?" Linzy mocked.

Joan smiled and held her hand up between us. "Joan Crow, Apprentice Paralegal, at your service." I laughed and shook her hand. "But that service does come with a fee, we'll discuss that later though." Dinner consisted of a trip to a Chinese buffet, where Joan put both us to shame, eating four plates of food and two ice-cream cones before she was done, all while flirting with Linzy enough to make me feel like a third wheel. "What? You don't get a body like mine starving yourself. Muscle's need fuel." She told us as she was downing what had to be her dozenth pork-filled egg roll. She then followed that statement by a loud belch. "I'm stuffed." she giggled

"Not yet you aren't" I joked and winked at her. Linzy thought it was so funny she spit Diet Coke across the table. When I got back to the Jeep to take the girls back to the dorm, Linzy climbed in the back next to Joan, and I adjusted the mirror to see what was goin on. There was a kiss, some light petting, then I heard something about Jeremy's Rules of the Jeep Taxi. "I think in this case, the rules can go to hell." I announced and adjusted my mirror a little more as I heard a belt being unclasped. Thank God for red lights. I stopped and turned in my seat to look back at Linzy sucking greedily on Joan's right nipple, moaning into it as Joan had her hand shoved down Linzy's pants fingering her clit.

Joan saw me watching and winked, then pushed her hand down further, my guess pushing her fingers up inside my cousin. Linzy's head flew back with a pop as her lips left Joan's wet and hard nipple. "Oh, god." she groaned and jerked her hips at Joan. I was really getting into watching Joan get my cuz off when the guy behind me honked his horn. Apparently the light had changed while I enjoying the show. Joan laughed and told me the faster I get back to her dorm the faster I could join them. I prayed for a lack of cops and sped back to the dorm while Linzy screamed and came all over Joan's hand, then helped her lick her fingers off.

They redressed quickly and I grabbed our bags out of the far back of the Jeep. As we were following Joan inside, she spoke to us quickly. "If it's anyone but Mikhail running the desk, just turn around and walk back to the door. I'll come down after you and show you how to get to the elevator in the basement." Luckily it was Mikhail. "Hey sweetie!" Joan called as we topped stairs out of the lobby.

"Hey darlin," the overweight black guy answered. "You got some company?" he asked when he saw me and Linzy behind her.

"Yeah, some... Friends... Staying for the weekend." Joan smirked out and I could tell Linzy was biting her lip to keep from laughing. "I'm sure you can take care of the records of him being here, right?"

Mikhail snorted and smiled. "Sure, I'll put him down as stayin in my room." He offered and scribbled something on a form in front of him. "I mean, anybody that can beat down that punk-ass ex of yours like that deserves the rules bent." he went on then tossed a clipboard to the edge fo the desk. "You two sign here and here." he ordered and pointed. We did as instructed, Linzy signing next to Joan's room number, and me signing next what I guessed was Mikhail's.

"It's ridiculous, really." Joan told us as we got on the elevator to go to her floor. "In such a homophobic state, the college will let anyone have a same-sex guest over for up to three nights, but a different gender can't stay more than twelve hours." Linzy and I both just smiled, thinking of all the things we'd done that the so-called Christian leaders of the region would probably have us killed for in the old days. I mean premarital sex was bad enough, but incest, adultery, sodomy, and not to mention Linzy's obvious lesbian tendencies. 

When we got to her room, Joan rushed in ahead of us and shoved something under the bed. I heard the unmistakable sounds of a porno DVD title screen. "Honestly girl, do you own any movies that aren't X rated?" I asked.

She laughed. "I do, but I hardly ever watch them." She turned around to face us as I shut and locked the door behind me. "Com'ere." she ordered Linzy with a smile and a crooked finger. Linzy winked at me, dropped her bag on the floor and sauntered over to the darker woman. They were on all over each other before I could blink. I'm still not sure which clothes came off first, but before I could even turn my camera on, Joan was down to nothing but a skin-tight pair of gym-shorts, and Linzy was in her bra, attempting to get her belt unbuckled.

By the time I got the cam set up and rolling, Joan had freed my cousin's breasts and got her pants off. I smiled as I disrobed and read "Bad Kitty" in dark-purple across the ass of Linzy's black panties. I walked up behind her as Joan was sucking on her tongue and fondling one of her big tits. Linzy moaned when she felt my dick slide up her spine, and my hands trace her curves. I leaned in close and started planting kisses on her neck and shoulders. "Oooh, God... You two.." she groaned out when Joan broke their kiss and started sucking on the other side of her neck. With Joan still massaging her breasts, it was easy for me to snake an arm down the front of Linzy's body and slide my hand into her panties. 

Joan pulled her lips away from the bruise she was making on Linzy's collarbone with a loud smack, and moved her head to the same side mine was on to kiss me, swirling her hot tongue into my mouth, while she reached an arm around Linzy's back to grab onto my shaft. I reached my free hand around both woman, pulling Joan into Linzy's chest, and Linzy back into me, and broke my kiss with Joan just I pushed two fingers up into Linzy's gooey cunt. My cousin grabbed two handfuls of the Indian girl's ass and pulled her tighter against her, making Joan's lycra covered mound rub against my wrist as I kept fingering Linzy's pussy. 

Maybe we just think alike, or Joan has psychic powers, but at nearly the same time, she and I clamped down on either side of Linzy's pale neck, sucking, licking, and biting on the tender flesh. With Joan toying with her nipples and jerking my cock up and down her back, both of us giving her the vampire treatment, and my finger's delving deeper in her tunnel, it wasn't long before Linzy was reduced to a quivering mass of orgasms. Her head lolled back, eyes closed, mouth slack and moaning uncontrollably as her pussy gushed and her legs started to give out.

After removing my teeth from Linzy, I pulled Joan away from her neck gently, making sure she wasn't bleeding. Then I removed my hand from her panties and carefully laid her back on Joan's bed. "I love you." she cooed, and started slowly rubbing her own body.

Joan laughed. "She's cute." she told me, then reminded me that neither she nor I had came like Linzy had by gripping my dick roughly and asking. "Does this mean it's my turn now?"

I looked at Linzy, who just smiled. "Go ahead, I need a break." she said and scooted back against the wall to watch as Joan turned us around and nearly shoved me back onto the mattress. She peeled off her shorts, watching Linzy watch her, before climbing on top of me. Like usual with the law student, Joan wasted no time being gentle and straddled me, popping the head of my dick between her juicy lips and sliding down my pole with a loud gasp.

"Fuck me." she moaned and I felt her walls grab at me just before she lifted her ass enough for me to thrust up inside her again. After the fifth or sixth slide back into Joan's cockpit, she started to meet me halfway, slapping her ass against my thighs as I pushed my pole against the back of her box over and over. "Ooooo.... FUCK!" she yelled and dug her fingers into my shoulders as she started thrusting harder down at me. I stopped moving when she started grinding her cunt back and forth with my dick still embedded inside.

I looked up at Linzy and smiled. She was leaned against the wall, watching us intently, mouth open in a constant gasp for breath. One hand was crossing her chest and mauling her opposite tit. The other hand was moving inside her panties, my guess was two fingers up her cunt and her thumb hooked into her clit. I stuck my tongue out and wagged it at her and she smiled as she pulled her hand from her crotch and removed her underwear. Joan smiled and released her talons from my shoulders so she could lean back, riding my cock while she rubbed her own nipples. Linzy crawled over me, straddling my head on her knees, and held her jugs out of the way to try and watch as I reached up and plowed my tongue between her lips and sucked the nectar off on my way to her clit.

I saw her pussy orgasm, heard her moan, and felt her start to fall forward. Linzy caught herself on Joan's shoulders and by doing so, slammed her down on my dick, forcing my dick through her cervix and a scream out of Joan's throat. "Jesus Fucking Christ!" she wailed and flooded my lap with pussy juice. "Oh fuck... oh fuck... oh fuck..." she kept moaning, trancelike, while grinding her hips on me. 

"Is she okay?" Linzy asked, obviously terrified that she'd hurt her. And took her hands off her shoulders

I laughed around a mouthful of labia. Easing my head away I answered, breathless. "Remember our first time when you said I went to deep and it hurt? Well, Joan likes it that deep." I went back to eating my cousin's pussy, but could tell she wasn't reassured. "I promise baby, she's just having an orgasm. If you don't believe me, lean over and give her a kiss." I told her and dove back in.

Linzy leaned in like I said, and I knew immediately Joan attacked her mouth. They both started moaning louder, Linzy's cunt actually got wetter, and Joan started riding me again, popping the head of my dick from her cervix and stuffing it back in. Treatment like that, along with my cousin's pussy being shoved in my face and hearing both women moaning and groaning into each other's mouth pushed me to the edge. "I'm gonna cum!" I announced and tried to hold it back.

"Fucking cum inside me!" Joan barked and Linzy just moaned. "Shoot it up my hole and I'll make your girlfriend lick it out of me!" she went on and I heard Linzy's shocked gasp just as her pussy shuddered and washed my face with a fresh wave of girl-cum. Joan pushed her cervix over the head of dick again, and she was pulling off I started firing jets of semen inside her body. Joan rode me for a few seconds after Linzy climbed off my face, making sure her cunt-walls had sucked every drop from my dick. Then she gently un-impaled herself from my still-hard dick and lay on her back with her legs spread open, smiling at Linzy.

Linzy gulped nervously and looked at me. I sat up and kissed her, letting her taste her own pussy, then whispered in her ear. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to." I told her. "I'll still love you." She smiled at me with a tear in her eye and kissed me again before turning to Joan, getting on her knees and cautiously heading towards her now swollen and cum-filled pussy. Joan smiled down at her and pulled her closer be the back of her head. I saw by Joan's face the second Linzy's lips touched her. I grabbed the camera and moved it to a different corner for a better angle, and looked back to see Joan with her hands knotted in Linzy's hair, and Linzy' head bouncing on Joan's crotch, obviously getting into her first pussy. Joan looked up at me with something like shock, but more like thanks, in her eyes and I laughed. I grabbed a sheet of printer paper and scribbled down "THIS IS HER FIRST TIME EATING PUSSY"

Joan's eye's shot open, and she looked down at her newest lover in disbelief. She looked at me and mouthed "Seriously?" I just smiled and nodded as I walked up behind Linzy's ass, waving in the air with her exposed pussy still dripping and begging to be fucked. I slid my fingers along her slit making her moan around swallowing a wad of my jizz from Joan's hole. I eased the head into her, nearly forgetting in the past week how tight her pussy was, and slowly forced the rest of my cock into her snatch.

"Oh Jeremy.. Fuck me baby." I heard her moan out and I spread her cheeks further and started thrusting in and out of her greasy box. Anyone in earshot would've known what was going on immediately after hearing Joan's gasps and moans, Linzy's pussy-muffled screams, and my groans as we fucked. As Joan started cumming, she forced Linzy to stop tongue fucking her pussy and pulled her face up to make out with her. That proved to difficult with me thrusting away at my cousin's cunt, and as the sounds of our flesh slapping filled the room, Linzy was holding onto Joan's shoulders like her life depended on it. "Cum inside me baby!" she cried out as Joan raked her nails down her back, making red marks in her flesh. "Fill my pussy up, Jeremy!" she screamed again and bit into Joan's shoulder.

When Joan started howling from that, I started cumming inside my cousin. I didn't stop thrusting, and before I was done, my sperm was squeezing out of the seal that Linzy's lips made on the base of my dick. We all settled down a bit then, and after I changed the disk on my new camera, we sat on Joan's bed with a few bottles of Gatorade and flipped channels on her TV. "So, when do I get this hour alone?" Joan finally blurted out when we decided that there was nothing worth watching.




Life Ch. 10



Linzy held her breath and looked at me, more than a little scared. "You're not gonna hurt her are you?" I asked Joan, who assured me that anything I had done to poor little Linzy was worse than anything she could do to her. I looked at Linzy and motioned for her to follow me to the corner where I whispered to her, "You don't have to do this if you don't want, we can go get a hotel room."

Linzy just smiled at me and glanced at the camera. "Nah it's ok." she assured me. "I like her, and besides what we do when your gone will look great on the website." she promised me and kissed me before opening the door and shooving me out, tossing my shoes and shirt after me and slamming the door. "One hour!" she shouted and I held giggling as I pulled my shoes on and decided to go on a walk.

I called Mary when I got downstairs and after we reiterated what a great time we both had Thursday night, I got her to agree to let me pick her up that Wednesday for dinner again. This time we'd go to some place she called the Pig Pit and I was supposed to wear something with a Harley Davidson insignia on it. Lucky for me, Joan's college had a Harley shop just off campus. So that killed the hour and then some as I bought a shirt for both of my girlfriends and Mary while I was there.

I waved at Mikhail and went on up. I knocked on Joan's door and asked quietly. "Is my hour exile up?" The door opened faster then I could've expected, and a pair of arms too strong to be Linzy jerked me inside and threw me on the bed. "I'll take that as a yes." I wheezed out in surprise. I looked up and saw Joan naked, sweaty, with her breast heaving. She looked like she had either run a marathon, or spent the entire hour fucking like mad. I looked around for Linzy, and saw her on the far side of the bed, looking even more exhausted, and wearing a leather harness around her waist with a bright red dildo not much smaller than my own dick attached to the front of it. "Well, I see what you two were doing."

"You've got some explaining to do." Joan spat and took a step at me and I reflexively flinched like she was going to hit me. "Why did you fucking tell me that you were bringing your girlfriend here instead of your damn cousin?"

I looked up at Linzy and I think at that moment I could've killed her. "I'm so sorry" she mewled out.



Life Ch. 11



It took some explaining, like the rest of Friday night, to tell Joan about our situation. She ended up being uncomfortable with it, but still decided to let us stay. She chose to look at it as having a boyfriend and girlfriend from the same family, not as being the third in an incestuous relationship. Either way, Linzy and I were happy that not only would we get to fuck Joan some more, but each other for the rest of the weekend.

"By the way." I mentioned the next morning after we woke up in a tangled heap of naked bodies and decided that breakfast was in order. "I bought these for us" I said and pulled out the Harley shirts. Linzy's was extremely low cut and had a big flaming skull with a Harley Shield stamped into its forehead on the back and a small emblem on her right tit. Joan's was skin tight and had a dream catcher woven around the shield on the front, and a bike on the bike with a paintjob with an Indian brave and eagles on the back. Mine was simple black shirt with a white emblem on the front, and the location of the shop on the back. "There, now we match." I joked after we showered and got dressed. I felt a little cheated when I had to go to a different floor to shower, but Linzy and Joan got to share a stall.

Breakfast was had in the back corner of a Waffle House, where conversation flopped back and forth from flirting and sexual remarks, to discussing Linzy's website idea. Joan told us she could draw up some contracts to make sure the girl's couldn't sue us, but she'd need to be paid for them. "And you really should try to keep it as amateur as possible. Don't pay the girls, make it so it's only girls that actually want to have sex with you. Give them the contracts later." She added between mouthfuls of waffle. "Sites like this get so stale and boring when they just start parading pornstars through and calling it amateur. The girls don't enjoy themselves and that usually means the people paying you aren't enjoying themselves." When she notice us both looking at her with some mix of awe and worry painted on our faces Joan shrugged. "I watch a lot of porn."

"And now you're starring in one." Linzy quipped. Reminding her that the previous night was all caught on tape. "What if your dad sees it?" Linzy worried. "I mean you seem pretty intent on pleasing your parents, won't they freak the hell out if they find out your having threesomes for low-budget internet porn?"

Joan frowned and shrugged. "No more than your parents would, but I guess you'll be in France, so there's not much they could do about it." I looked at Linzy, confused as to what Joan was talking about, who was now hiding her face behind her hand. So I looked back to Joan who was biting her lip. "You um.... You didn't know she was leaving did you?" she finally asked.

"No, I still don't." I half-shouted. "What the fuck is she talking about Linzy?"

"I got accepted to that art school in Paris I was trying to get into." She answered, not taking her hand away from her face. "I'm sorry, I was going to tell you, I just didn't know how or want to yet." Before I could even get "but you told the girl you've known for a day" out of my mouth Linzy started speaking again. "Joan asked me yesterday where I was going to college to see if we could get in the same dorm, and I told her." She finally moved her hand, but it was only to glare at Joan. "I thought she'd keep her mouth shut about it."

"I- I'm sorry! I didn't know!" Joan stammered. "I thought your family would know, I thought you'd at least tell your boyfriend." She said accusingly.

Linzy started to retort, but I put my hand over her mouth. "Drop it." I said. She started to turn on me. "It doesn't matter." I insisted. "You should've told me, she should've kept it to herself." I turned back to my breakfast. "Not like it matters now. We're here now, so let's just enjoy it.

Joan swallowed a mouthful of egg and added "He's right, we should just enjoy as much time as we have. Seize the day and all that." She paused to take a drink of orange juice and continued. "So, I say we all catch a movie. My treat."

We ended up going to see a slasher flick called "See No Evil" at the begging of Linzy. After getting our drinks and popcorn, we found a seat in the back of the theater, me between the two girls. I was happy to see that even on a Saturday half the theater was empty; we had the entire tops five or so rows to ourselves. The opening credits had barely finished rolling when I felt Linzy's hand land heavily on my lap. Her fingers traced out and wound around my cock, when I turned to ask what she was doing she just smiled and kissed me quickly. "Pay Joan some attention for me, ok?"

I turned to my right to see my Indian princess engrossed in the movie already, so I leaned closer and started kissing her neck. She giggled and turned her head to return my affection just as Linzy took my zipper down and pushed her hand into my boxers. "Not into the movie much?" Joan whispered before sliding her tongue past my lips. I wrestled it with my own as Linzy freed my dick from my pants and started slowly stroking me off.

"What movie?" I moaned between kisses and slid my hand along Joan's thigh and up the center of her black miniskirt. The next time her mouth was muffled by my tongue I pulled her panties to the side and drove two fingers between her lips. Her back arched and she whimpered and nearly bit my tongue, but made no effort to stop me from pumping my fingers into her snatch.

Linzy quickened her pace on my cock when Joan broke our kiss to breathe. She slunk lower in her chair and grabbed the top of the seat with both hands as I delved deeper into her swollen pussy. I could already feel her insides throbbing on my fingers when she started biting her lip to keep from moaning out loud. Seconds later, as Linzy's grip on my cock was becoming nearly painful, Joan started bucking her hips up at my hand. She clenched her eyes shut when I pressed down on her clit with my thumb and moaned her way through an orgasm.

I pulled my gooey fingers out of Joan and let her watch as I fed them to Linzy. Joan grinned maliciously and reached for my cock only to find Linzy's fist still pumping away. "Oh good, it's already out for me." She quipped and slid across her seat and into my lap. I held Joan's panties out of the way while Linzy held my shaft in place and Joan stretched her wet hole over the head of my cock. The poundings Joan had been getting from both of her new lovers had caused her pussy to become swollen, and it squeezed me tighter than any time before as it sunk lower and lower on my pole.

Now it was Linzy's turn to share saliva with me as her hand left my disappearing dick and made its new home on top of Joan's clit. Her insides convulsed when the pale girl's fingers made contact, but Joan showed no signs of slowing or stopping her slow revolutions on my lap. Linzy got on her knees in her seat and stretched her low-cut shirt down over her massive tits and folded her bra out to release them in my face. "Suck my tits?" she pouted and I granted her wish immediately, sucking one pink nipple into my mouth and lashing it with my tongue.

Linzy held on to the back of my head and started kissing Joan to keep her from biting a hole in her lip as she kept grinding her pussy around on my dick. I could feel her wetness leaking down my shaft and wondered just how much was trapped inside her battered cunt if that amount managed to escape. I reached under and between Linzy's legs with the hand that wasn't holding Joan in place and squirmed my fingers into her jeans and under her soaked boy-shorts. I squeezed fingers into her equally swollen honeypot and heard her moan into Joan's mouth.

I could taste and smell the sweat beading up on my cousin's chest as I switched from pink nipple to the other; hear the girls moaning into each other's kisses; I could feel Joan's tunnel convulsing and contracting more as she rode my cock, and Linzy's tight little cunt trying to suck my fingers deeper and closer to her own climax.

Linzy started to shudder and shake first. She left Joan's lips to gasp for air, and the hand that was holding Joan's face in place gently was suddenly clamped on her shoulder and pressing her down even further over my dick. I pumped my fingers faster, drawing more juice out and heard Joan rasp out "Fuck, that's hot." Just before her own pussy had a seizure on my cock. It was all too much for me and with a groan too loud for such a public setting I started painting Joan's cervix with sperm. "Oh, yessss..." Joan hissed. "Your cousin just came in my pussy." She whispered to Linzy, who was still riding my hand through an orgasm.

She shuddered and moaned again as her pussy gushed even more juice out on my fingers and my Joan milked even more cum out of my cock. We calmed ourselves and sat still for a few long minutes, trading sweaty kisses while out heart rates returned to normal. Joan removed herself from my lap and returned to her seat, and Linzy replaced Joan's ass with her head and stopped me from tucking my cock back into my pants. As the movie rolled on, Linzy slowly licked and slurped all the mixed fluids off my cock. 

She brought it back from the brink of deflation, but made no move to suck it into her mouth. After what had to be the dozenth time she swirled her tongue around the tip I groaned involuntarily and tried to thrust up past her lips. "Settle down." Linzy scolded and went back to gently lapping along the shaft. It was obvious to me that she had no interest in making me cum, or stopping her slow torture. Finding it next to impossible to concentrate on the movie I instead devised a way to get back at my little cousin, and whispered my idea into Joan's ear.

"Oh you are just evil." She responded with a huge grin and started kissing me again. I was tucked in and zipped up just as the credits rolled and we were among the first out of the theater. Linzy once again got in the back seat with Joan, and this time I had the camera ready as they took advantage of the tinted windows. Linzy did her best to vacuum Joan's vagina out with her mouth. "She must really like the taste of your cum." Joan panted out as her head lolled back against the door.

I nearly had to drag them both out of the Jeep after I'd parked "Come on, babe, I got something for you after what you did to me at the movies." I said finally getting Linzy on her feet. Joan went up ahead of us to bring the elevator down to the bottom floor so we could avoid signing in again, and while we waited Linzy started rubbing my dick through my pants. "You are so mean." I growled at her and pushed her against the wall next to the exit-only elevator doors. She was sucking my lips and still trying to jerk me off though my jeans when Joan arrived and pulled us inside.

We barely made it inside the room before I was pulling Linzy's clothes off. Joan was our camera-operator this time, but she was still getting undressed. "God I want you to fuck me." Linzy laughed out as she stripped her pants off the started on mine while she was bent over. Joan circled around her and smacked her on the ass just before Linzy pulled my boxers down and nearly got smacked in the face with my dick. She stuck her tongue out and started to trace around the head with it and I pulled her back up to face me.

"I think we've had enough of that." I told her and laid myself back on Joan's bed. "I want you to ride me." I said and motioned for her to join me in the bed. She pouted that she wanted to get fucked and I pleaded back. "It's only fair after the way you tortured me." I grabbed my cock and waved it back and forth at her. "Come on, you know you want to..."

Linzy laughed and climbed on top of me. "You're damn right I do." She told me and kissed me while she reached between us and popped my cock into her pussy. She leaned back with a groan, wincing slightly. "God it feels bigger than ever." She wheezed out as she lowered her ass down on my legs. Her weight pushed down on my hips and seemed to make my dick go deeper into her without me even trying. She winced again when I made contact with the door to her womb.

She braced her hands on my shoulders and start rolling her hips, slowly at first, panting for breath as her pussy engulfed me again and again. Soon she was bouncing her meaty ass on me, the impact of our bodies hitting made wet slapping noises bounce off the walls of the tiny room. It was almost loud enough to drown out the whine in Linzy's throat building into a scream. She slammed her hips down on me and I felt her cervix open ever so slightly and it was like the dam breaking.

Linzy screamed and her body went crazy. She was bucking and grinding her cunt on my dick, her arms nearly gave out, and I could feel her inner walls squeezing and trying to suck me deeper. She was such a frantic state that she never noticed Joan climbing onto the bed wearing the strap-on that they had so much fun with the day before. I wrapped my arms around Linzy's shoulders and pulled her to me to kiss her just as Joan started to open my cousin's back door with the lubed up tip of her bright red dildo.

Linzy's eyes flew open and I felt more than heard her protest. I released her lips but not her shoulders and she shouted "Oh my god, what are you doing to me?" Joan just laughed maliciously and forced another few inches of rubber up the goth girl's asshole. Linzy clenched her teeth and groaned but didn't try to stop us. She had left me just enough room under her to thrust a few inches in and out and I could feel the fake dick in her other hole rubbing me through the thin piece of flesh separating us.

Joan didn't have the same limitations I did and made use of her freedom by drawing out each stroke of Linzy's stretched open hole. Joan's finger dug into Linzy's hips and she start moving fast, being as rough as she dared. "AAaaah! Fuck ME!" my cousin screamed, and I obliged as much as I could. I was worried about how hard Joan was stuffing her dildo up my cousin's ass, but the feeling of it ramming past my cock was overpowering my concern. Linzy crying out for more did a lot to assuage my fear as well. "Harder!" she ordered and I felt her pussy quake even more. "Oh! Oh God! Fuck Me! I'm Cumming!" Linzy chanted, nearly squealing after a few seconds "FUCK ME!"

I pushed into her as far as her body would allow and I could still feel Joan pounding away at her ass. She was off rhythm and I could hear her panting and moaning in Linzy's ear. Linzy's pussy contracted tightly around my cock and I felt my cum rush up to meet the back wall of her dripping hole. Joan stopped moving soon after and plopped down the bed next to me. "That was great." She panted and pulled Linzy's face down to her's for a kiss.

Linzy took a little longer to join us on the mattress. First saying "You called me mean?" when she caught her breath, then easing her battered box off of me and rolling to the opposite side Joan was on.

I just smiled. "You totally deserved it.

The rest of Saturday was spent recovering. Somehow the girls managed to entice me into going at it once more before we fell asleep. Then Sunday afternoon I woke up to the sound of the door latching. I looked up to see Joan wrapped in a towel, hair still wet, trying to be quiet. "Sorry." She said once she knew I was awake. "I figured after yesterday you could use your sleep, so me and Linzy went to record a little shower scene." She plopped down on the bed next to me and went on. "Then this freshmen I've never even met before comes in and starts making out with your girl, fingering me; she got down on her knees and went back and forth on us." Joan sighed and laid her head back on my chest. "It was wild, and we got it all on tape."

Listening to her had gotten my dick stirring, having her on me and smelling so fresh and clean had caused it to make a tent in her sheets. I glanced towards the door expectantly and asked. "So where's my cousin and my camera?" Sore or not, I was ready to film.

Joan turned her head and kissed me. "They went back to Maggie's room. That's the freshmen's name, Maggie." she answered slowly and ran her fingers over my tent. She wrapped her hand around me and moved the sheet up and down a few times before scrunching her face up and groaning. "I don't think I can handle you fucking me again right now." She laughed and half-hid face in my chest.

I had to laugh too. "I know what you mean, I feel like my dick is just one big bruise." But that didn't stop me from flexing shaft against her hand when I turned her face up to kiss me. 

We sucked one another's face for a few minutes before Joan pulled away with a smile. "Maybe what he needs is a kiss on his boo-boo to make it aaaaaall better." She mock-baby-talked to me and made her way under the covers. Her still-dripping hair dragging across me chest and stomach made me shudder almost as much as her hot breath leading the way to my hard on.

Her healing kisses started just before the base, traveling in lazy circles with her tongue leading her bottom lip and leaving a thin trail of saliva. I was throbbing by the time Joan's tongue started tracing the underside of my helmet. With her knees together on one side of my head, it was easy to coax her into a position straddling my face. Looking up, I saw her swollen inner lips peaking out from behind her bruised and nearlt purple labia. "Aw, the poor Indian Princess's pussy is all beat up." I mimicked her baby-talk before dragging my tongue from her clit to her hole.

Joan shuddered and gasped. Her hips lowered further to give my mouth better access to her battered cunt, and I was treated to her lips passing over the head of cock and dragging wetly back off. I wrapped my arms around her runner's thighs and held her ass cheeks apart and started planting wet kisses all over her pussy, taking special care to rub my tongue over each spot before placing my lips.

Joan was going lower each time she took my cock in, millimeter by millimeter, and then sliding her mouth back up the shaft and over the head. He tongue flattened itself around the top of my tool, the tip catching slightly on the bottom of the crown before I left her mouth completely. I could feel a low moan in her throat each time I touched near her button, a faint whine when my tongue rasped across her peeking lips.

When I finally felt her throat touch the tip of my stick, I decided to stop teasing her and wrapped my lips around her tumescent clit. Just enough suction to bring it from under it's hood so I could press it with my tongue. Joan was shaking and now I could hear the moan as well as feel it vibrating down my rod. Her head was bobbing faster then, still wetly pulling her lips along my length; still pressing her tongue across the veins.

I held Joan's shuddering hips in place and twisted my tongue on her nubbin, pulling a short "Aaah..." from the middle of her full-mouthed moan. My first reward was a small river of sweet juice and watching her puffy opening flex around a cock she wished was inside of her. My second reward was her nimble fingers gently massaging my balls while her fevered mouth continued its slick dance of pleasure.

As continued twisting my tongue back and forth on her clit, I reached farther around her leg with my left arm and gave my fingers to Joan's gasping pussy. Another small scream wiggled its way around my dick and past her lips, and her shuddering body got harder to control. She slurped her way to the top of my pole and blew her slobber back over the head before starting to pump her free hand up and over the shaft. "I want you to cum for me." She wheezed out, "I want you to blow it in my mooowwwth..." she managed to say as I squeezed a third finger past her engorged lips.

I doubled my efforts on her cunt as she put her mouth back to work. Flicking and swirling around her slit with tongue made the moans gasps and screams all melt together as Joan sucked and slurped the top of my knob. Her spit slicked fist was pumping away at the rest of my cock, and her other hand was expertly massaging my sack.




Life Ch. 11



Her pussy convulsed again, and this time the stream of juice that trickled from her slit was dripping on my nose as it made a trail to my lips. Joan lowered her head mid scream and my right hand held it there as I grunted into her pussy and loosed a hot stream of spunk against the back of her throat.

She drank what she could and choked a little before I released her head and left leg. She rolled over unceremoniously and laughed. "Go take a shower." She ordered and playfully pushed me towards the door. "Your cock still tastes like your cousin's vag."

I got out of bed with a groan and grabbed a towel and my toiletries. "Yeah, well your vag still tastes like her mouth." I joked and stuck my tongue out at her before leaving the room. When I returned from my shower I found Linzy and Joan, still naked, huddled in bed together watching something on the video camera. "Good show?" I asked and crawled up next to my sweet pale goth goddess.

"It's what me and Maggie were doing while you and Joan were drinking each other's cum." Linzy said and switched places with me so I could hold the camera and see better. Maggie was a little taller than Linzy, almost thick with grapefruit sized tits and nipples that pointed in opposite directions. With her short cropped off dark brown hair and pointy upturned nose she looked almost pixie like as she lapped at my cousin's pussy like it was the fountain of life.

I was treated to all sorts of delightful sights and sounds from both girls' point of view, including a pretty good imitation of what Joan and I were doing at the same time. It was hard to hide my amusement or my arousal when I heard Maggie cry out "Oh fuck yes, put your tongue up my butthole." And watched the camera shudder around as the smaller girl had an orgasm from the special attention Linzy gave her back door.

Linzy blushed, which surprised me, and took the camera away. "I think that's enough of that." She announced and turned the recorder off, placing it on Joan's nightstand. We settled down after that, watched TV and played a few games on Joan's Playstation, still not getting dressed though. Some time late in the afternoon, as a detective movie was dragging out on the TV, Linzy leaned into me and whispered "I want you."

I turned and kissed her, letting our lips linger for long seconds before pulling away. I placed my hand on her pussy and began gently probing her folds. It was hard to not notice how hot even the outside of her mound was, and she was dripping wet; sitting in a puddle of her own lubrication. I checked on Joan quickly and noticed she had fallen asleep facing the other way. Careful not to wake her I rolled my way between Linzy's legs.

Her face was flushed and she was already breathing hard. I continued fingering her gently while she stared up at me with one small hand slowly stroking my manhood. I lowered myself down and pulled my hand away, leaving a trail of slickness across my penis as I did. Linzy guided me to her entrance and with one agonizingly slow push I buried myself inside of her. I stayed there, unmoving, staring down at the face I'd secretly fantasized about for years, and relished in feeling her pussy squeeze and pulse around me. "I love you." I whispered.

"I love you too." Linzy choked out and I could see small tears welling up in her eyes. Before she could see the same tears burning their way to mine, I leaned down and took her lips in mine. Those were the last words we said. I pulled away from my cousin only to refill her again. It wasn't the forceful hard fucking we'd been doing all week. It was slow and passionate and meaningful. 

I wanted to feel every inch of her body, inside and out. My wandering hands took care of the outside, and my turgid cock easily filled the inside. Somewhere among the slow deep thrusts and the gasps for air between long kisses we managed to wake Joan up, who simply watched us with a grin on her face and a lazy finger on her clit. I silently thanked her for not interrupting when I realized she was awake, and tried to get closer to Linzy than was physically possible.

After what had to have been hours spent diving into her pussy, my thrusts started to become erratic. I groaned and stared down at the beauty under me and amidst her own orgasm she managed to nod quickly and pull my head down to hers. There were whimpers and moans trapped between our lips, and one long quiet scream as I flooded Linzy's womb with cream.

We stayed locked together, staring and catching our breath until my deflated organ fell from Linzy's lips. I collapsed on my back next to her and after another long sweaty kiss we were greeted with Joan gaping and aiming the camera down at us. "That was so freakin' hot."

I was disappointed when we had to leave Monday morning, but Joan had class, and I was already late for work, and Linzy had packing to do. Linzy and I still managed to make out at every red light on the way to her house, so by the time I got to work my over-worked cock was had again. I vowed that no matter what piece of deliciousness came my way I would not be fucking anything until the swelling subsided.



Life Ch. 12



I could almost walk normally Tuesday, which was helpful considering I had a meeting with my bosses and their bosses, and I already limped enough without having a swollen bruised dick in my pants. My job was physical labor first and helping customers second, showing my bosses that I was sore as hell and barely able to walk was like asking for less hours.

The meeting was boring as usual. Don't get me wrong, I loved being paid for sitting in an air conditioned office while my regional manager's cute Asian secretary brought me drinks, but while everyone else talked about quarterly finances and what products went to which store, I was just trying to stay awake and keep my eyes out of my superiors' cleavage.

My direct supervisor, Bridget, sat to my right in a white V-neck cut so low that it left little to the imagination of what her pale pink b-cup bra with the little bow in the center looked like. She was in her late 20's, with long straight dishwater blond hair, a stern face that looked like it rarely saw a grin, and a long toned body that at first glance looked to be made of nothing but tanned muscle.

Across the corner from her sat Maria, the next link in the chain of command, who was probably a year or two younger, with wildly curly dark brown hair and more than a few more pounds on her short frame. The polo she had stretched over her sizable chest was completely unbuttoned and I couldn't help but notice how much her breasts shook when she talked.

It was hard not to get hard when even our district manager, a woman easily in her 40's, decided a sheer white blouse with most of the buttons undone was a good thing to wear to a meeting. I excused myself quietly when attention became centered on another district, at least if I could make it to a bathroom to adjust myself I could almost be comfortable while listening to talk that I had no interest or input in.

As I was leaving the restroom with a readjusted semi-erection, I nearly ran into the secretary that had been partially responsible for the trip there in the first place. "Oh, sorry." I smiled and attempted to step around her. I still grazed against her in the narrow hallway and took in a deep breath of her perfume; it smelled like pastries and with not-so subtle hints of rosemary.

She smiled and I couldn't help but notice how her nose wrinkled up and her large nearly black eyes squinted when she did. "Just had to get out for a second, huh?" she asked after we passed one another.

I turned and gestured toward the men's room. "Yeah, bathroom break." I took a moment to drink her in while I pointed. She was around 5'6(boosted somewhat by her heels), with a round face framed by shoulder length black hair with auburn highlights. The black slacks and dark blue blouse she wore did little to hide her curves. By the time my quick tour of her body was over I noticed she had started one of her own on me, but stopped just around my belt buckle. I cleared my throat softly and did my best not to blush. Her attention snapped back to my face and she grinned sheepishly and blushed herself. "Hey, it happens." I shrugged.

She rolled her eyes and smiled more. "I understand, really." She waved dismissively towards the office we had both just left and continued. "I think sometimes Clark only hires women who like to show their tits off." She said gesturing to her own swollen bouncing chest.

I thought for a second and decided she might be right. All of the managers were women, and most of them were bearing at least a little cleavage during the meeting. "You might be on to something there." I agreed and we shared a quick laugh, which led into a not-quite awkward silence. "I'm Jeremy, by the way." I said and offered my hand. 

She took it gently and answered "Iris." And before I could get anything else out of my mouth she added "And I'm not going to go out with you. Sorry."

I limply dropped her hand and shrugged. "Well, if that's out of the way, I'm going back to the meeting." I told her and spun on my heel to return to being bored, and rejected. I quietly sat back down and attempted to pay attention. It wasn't long before I was daydreaming about Linzy, and planning my date with Mary the next night, neither of which were helping the bulge I at least had the table covering. Toward the end of the meeting, Bridget slid me a post-it telling me she needed to talk to me as soon as it was over. "So, what's up?" I asked her when everyone started filing out.

Bridget smiled at me, which concerned me more than if she had just kept her usual stone face, and pulled her laptop from its carrying case. "We need to talk about some of the things you've been doing at the Columbia store." She must've noticed my concern and pulled my chair closer to hers. "Relax," she told me and patted my arm while the laptop started up. "You aren't in trouble." She started sifting through a few computer folders as she spoke. "See, I'm pretty good friends with the security guys in that store, so I stopped this from going any further. At least this time I did."

Finally she found what she was looking for; two video files. Bridget started the first one and I knew what the second one was without having to see it. On her laptop's screen, from four different angles, I watched as I picked Shard up and pushed her against her car. We were still for a few moments, and then my hips started thrusting. "So... Am I fired?" I finally asked after watching Shard drop to her knees to swallow my cum.

Bridget smirked at me. "What, you don't want to watch the other movie?"

"Uh, let me guess," I retorted sarcastically "It stars a really skinny brunette and takes place behind the greenhouse on a stack of pallets?" Hell if I was going to be fired, I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of appearing too worried about it.

She nodded and closed her laptop. "Like I said, you aren't in trouble." She repeated, then added "Yet." She stood and circled my chair slowly. "Maria and the store managers haven't seen the tapes." She explained from behind me, placing her hands on my shoulders. "If they did, though, you'd definitely be out of a job."

"So you're blackmailing me?" I asked over my shoulder. "Bridget, you make twice what I do," I snorted as he hands started to slip off my shoulders "I think you might be barking up the wrong tree if you're expecting very much."

It was then that I noticed her hands had traveled down my chest and were heading for my pants. "Oh, Jeremy, it's not your money I want." Bridget chided, her face next to mine, nearly pressing into mine. One of her hands wrapped around my belt and held it up for the other hand to slid into my pants. "I saw the way those girls acted with you." She said, grasping my cock through my boxers. "I want you to do the same thing to me." She told me and slowly, forcefully rubbed me through the thin fabric of my underwear.

I turned from watching her hands to look her in the face. "Here?" I asked, not fully on board with the idea, but not wanting to lose my income. Besides, she was hot and had my dick in her fist already.

"Why not?" she shrugged. "You don't seem to have a problem worrying about getting caught at Lowe's." She pulled her hands away from my pants and circled my chair to sit on the desk in front of me with her long tan legs open. Bridget ran her hands up from her knees and across her nearly-too-short khaki shorts. As she was undoing the butterfly buttons on her shorts, I stood and closed the small gap between us. I ran my hands up her sides, under her shirt, to cup her breasts through her bra. She lifted her ass from the table and quickly shoved her shorts to the floor before pulling me against her and starting to grind her bare crotch against my zipper.

I felt her fingers pulling at my belt and my pants and nearly laughed at her eagerness. "No foreplay?" I prodded and pinched one small hard nipple that I'd managed to coax out of her bra.

She fished my cock out of my boxers and yanked it up against her bald pussy. "No time." Bridget said in a hushed voice and wiggled her hips as well as her wrist until the head popped past her dripping doorway. "Fuck me." She gasped as I sunk into her a few inches. She was tighter than I'd imagined, and the heat flowing around the head made me want to take my time getting her off. I pushed the rest of the way in slowly, just to tease her and relish her juicy insides, and was answered with her fingernails digging into my scalp. "FUCK ME." She barked and jerked her hips up roughly.

"Fine." I growled and moved my hands to her shoulders, gripping tightly before I started pounding into her cunt. She came quickly, clenching her eyes shut and biting her lip to keep from screaming as her tunnel clinched around my dick and tried to pull it back in as I pulled away. As I was fucking her I felt fingernails dig into my shoulders. "Hey, don't leave any marks." I whined and pulled Bridget's hands away from my arms. "I have a date tomorrow with the chick in the second video." She was content to hold herself to me, rubbing my back as I kept shoving my cock into her, until her pussy started to convulse around me again. When her orgasm started, her nails sunk into my skin again. "Hey, I said-" I tried telling her just before she bit me on the neck. "Oh fuck it." I said and threw her back on the table, holding her there with a hand pressed into her chest as my dick hollowed her out again and again.

Bridget seemed determined to leave her mark on me, as even pressed into the table getting fucked, she wrapped her hands around my wrist and dug her nails in. Her pussy clenching and sucking on my cock was quickly bringing me to the edge. During one rather hard contraction around my shaft, I pulled out of her cunt – my cock followed by a gush of her cream- and ran my cock along her slit as I started shooting cum across her belly.

She was still writhing in pleasure and released my wrist to reach for and press my pole against her clit as I shot more jizz on her abs and hands. She kept rubbing my greased up cock against her slit while we caught our breath until we heard the sharp sounds of high-heels heading for the office door. Bridget shoved me off of her and dove under the table with her shorts as I shoved my dick back in my pants, zipping them up just before the door swung open. 

"Oh thank god." It was Iris. "I thought I'd be stranded here." she said, obviously relieved. "My car won't start, and my phone is dead." She explained. "I came back up here to use the phone, but I don't know many people who live close by." She stepped fully into the room, and I moved to try and block her view of Bridget under the table.

"So you need a ride?" I asked loudly, stepping towards her when Iris started moving to a position that would give her a nice view of Bridget tugging her clothes on. She nodded and I motioned towards the door. "Let's go then; it's getting late." I said and hurried her towards the elevators.

After sending Linzy a text about where I was headed, and as we were riding down to the parking lot, I caught Iris looking at me; more specifically looking at my crotch. She smiled when she knew she was caught. "Just noticing that your problem got taken care of." She said before I could ask.

"Problem?" I wondered aloud before remembering she saw me outside the restroom earlier with an erection pressing against my pants. "Oh!" I almost laughed. "Yeah... Well, you can't expect it to just stand around forever." I tried to explain as we hit the bottom floor and were greeted with the garage. I led her to my Jeep and opened the door for her, trying not smile too wide when she called me a gentleman.

As she started to give me directions I realized she actually lived in a neighborhood I had spent a few years of my early childhood in, and lapsed into my own thoughts about everything that was happening in my life and worrying about them spinning out of control. "So maybe I was a little hasty earlier." I heard out of the passenger seat as I turned down Iris's street. I glanced at her sideways with a raised eyebrow, and she went on, "When I said I wouldn't go out with you, I didn't even give you a chance."

I shook my head with a smile. "It's really not that big of a deal." I admitted, not sure if I could even handle another woman in my life right then. "I just figured you had a boyfriend." I told her, pulling into a cul-de-sac she shared with three neighbors.

Iris grinned as she was pushing buttons on her phone. "I did." She said, and dropped her phone back into her purse. "Emphasis on 'did.' He decided that sitting at home and playing Madden with his brother was more important than coming to pick me up, so I'm single now." She explained, shrugging and letting her hands slap down on her thighs.

I couldn't help but notice her tits bounce under her blouse as her hands struck her legs. "He sounds like a jerk." I commented as they finished their jiggle. I drug my eyes off of her chest with a cough and pointed to the house "This is you, right?"

She nodded, "Yeah..." and looked into her purse for a second. "I don't have any cash on me." Iris said, snapping her bag closed. "Come on inside, and I'll give you something for gas money." I tried to protest, saying it wasn't a big deal, but Iris's hand found its way to my thigh, with her fingers dangerously close to my crotch. "I insist." She told me, and drug her hand slowly off my leg before opening her door. I followed her up the sidewalk to a narrow two-story house, and once inside she disappeared upstairs while I waited in her sparsely furnished living room. "Jeremy?" she called down the stairs. "Come up here."

Taking a deep breath, I climbed the stairs, and found my way to the bedroom where Iris was waiting on me with her blouse already unbuttoned and displaying her cleavage smooshed together in a white bra that barely contained its cargo. I leaned against the doorway and smiled at her. "I don't think my jeep runs on tits." I joked. She smirked at me and curled her finger, beckoning me closer while her other hand unbuttoned her slacks.

I approached the bed, pulling off my shirt and unbuckling my belt as I went. By the time I got there, Iris had tossed her blouse in a nearby hamper and her pants were a puddle in the floor next to the bed she was sitting on. She helped my jeans down and I felt my dick spring up from my boxers as I leaned over her and unhooked her bra. She was stroking my shaft with a light touch as she leaned back to kiss me and I kicked my shoes off before pushing her further back on the bed.

I pulled my head away and her tongue from my mouth, moving down to her melon sized boobs and her dark pink nipples to attack them with my mouth. Iris laughed and then moaned as her hands caressed my hair, and my hands were working her white cotton panties down her thighs. I was gently biting on the tip of one of her sand dollar sized nipples when she kicked off her underwear and gave my fingers access to her already moist slit. I had barely started to probe between her fleshy, stubble covered pussy lips when her hand grasped my shoulders and pulled me back up to face her. "Just fuck me." Iris panted.

I nodded and drug the head of my dick down from where it rested twitching on her clit, coating it her liberal wetness before it popped into her with a gasp from both of us. Her thighs rose on my sides and Iris let out a low pitched moan as I pushed the rest of my cock inside her slippery tube, spreading and stretching it. Her pussy was tight and squeezing me, pulling on my rod as I eased away, and clenching around it as I pushed back inside, feeling the head rub against her rear wall.

"More." Iris moaned and her arms circled my shoulders as her ankles locked behind me, squishing her tits to my chest. I ground my hips at her, pushing my dick harder against her cervix and stretching her opening even further. Her chubby cunt slurped and pulled at my cock as I pulled out, and squelched with slick juice as I thrust inside each time. "Oh god! More!" she cried and I felt her pussy seize up. One hand knotted in my hair and the other dug into my skin, and I didn't have the will to tell her not to leave any marks as her cunt sucked and slurped around my pounding away dick.

I drowned out her orgasmic scream with a roughly place kiss, taking her tongue into my mouth as her pussy took my entire dick over and over again and her sweat-drenched breasts slid back and forth between us. She yelled and moaned into my lips while her pussy quaked around the hard invader that gave it so much pleasure. As her heaving chest regained normalcy and her legs went slack, I broke the kiss with a grin. "Get on your knees." I suggested and pulled my cock from her twat and a sad moan from her throat.

She quickly rolled over, propping her ass up in the air with her knees together on the bed. I got behind Iris and gently pushed her shoulders to the blankets before roughly plunging my dick back between her dripping lips. "Ooooh" she groaned as my turgid pole twisted her greased up tunnel in a new direction. I dug my fingers into her waist just above her wide hips and used them as leverage as I pounded Iris's pussy. Her fingers were making fists of her blanket as her groans were quickly evolving into screams and my cock was repeatedly hollowing out her sweetest spot.

The force of my hips slamming against her ass was forcing her knees out from under her, and soon she was pressed against the bed with my dick burrowing between her thighs and into her cunt. Iris no longer moaned, but screamed out of rhythm with my thrusts, thrashing her head and her dark glossy hair back and forth while I fucked her into the mattress. I could feel her pussy quaking and squeezing around my dick, and her legs kicking behind me, and it was all just too much. "I'm gonna cum!" I announced and felt her buck, trying to force me off of her.

Taking the hint, I pulled out and away on shaky legs. Iris barely had time to turn around before the first glob of jizz left a white line across her cheek leading to her ear. The rest went in her mouth as she sucked the head and first few inches between her lips. She stroked the underside of my dick with her tongue and rubbed the shaft with her hand, moaning quietly and sighing through her nose as I filled her mouth with cum. She swallowed without releasing the head, and then slowly let my dick slid loose from her lips before letting it free from her hand. I sunk to the bed and she followed me, laying an arm across my chest. "Better than Bridget, wasn't I?" she quipped minutes later when we had caught our breath.

I looked down at her with a furrowed brow and she laughed. "Oh come on, you didn't really think you and her were that sneaky did you?" She rolled over and propped herself up on an elbow. "I mean, my car really is broke down, and thanks for the ride, but when I went back inside you two were already going at it. It was hot."

"What about your boyfriend?" I asked, worried about another incident like the one with Ricky and Joan.

Iris made a rude noise with her lips and waved her hand dismissively. "I dumped that ass last time my car wouldn't start." She explained. "I saw Bridget's truck in the parking lot and went in to find her, and we already know where that went."

I sighed and flopped back on the bed. When Iris laughed and asked what was wrong , I answered. "Are you going to blackmail me too?"

"No offense, but I probably make twice as much as you." Iris told me with no small sense of glee.

I looked at her and forced myself not to grin. "I meant for sex." I said gesturing towards her sweat covered blankets and our own nakedness.

Iris smiled like she hadn't considered it and shrugged. "Nah." She finally said. "I'm confident enough that I could get back in your pants without threatening you." I shrugged and then nodded, before pulling her close to me for another kiss. 




Life Ch. 12



When I was walking back to my Jeep, Iris chased me almost to the sidewalk to shove something in my hand and kiss me one last time. After she had disappeared back inside, I looked down to find a shred of paper with her phone number, and a ten dollar bill for my gas. I just grinned and shook my head before driving off.



Life Ch. 13



It rained Wednesday, so I was wet, sore and smelled horrible by the time I got off work. To compound a bad day, Bridget had reminded me of the security video and told me she needed me for a 'meeting' outside of work on Friday. I didn't mind having sex with an attractive older woman, but getting forced to do it was a bit of a downer. At least I had plenty of time for a shower before I was supposed to pick Mary up for dinner, not that it did much to improve my mood, especially when I could hear Mary and her mother arguing from outside the lavish-looking house I was waiting in front of. Finally, Mary came storming out of the house and climbed into the passenger seat before slamming the door.

"Everything okay?" I asked the skinny goth girl next to me. Her dark hair still had the one long braid woven with a purple ribbon that fell down the side of her face and I reached out to push it over her ear so I could see her more clearly.

She crossed her arms and frowned at me. "Yeah, let's just go." She muttered. I leaned back in the seat and sighed. "What? Let's go!" she ordered.

"It just seems like nobody here is in a very good mood, and I don't want to make things worse by taking you out." I said as I backed out of her driveway. "Your mother obviously hates me."

"My mother's a cunt." Mary spat and we rode in silence for a few minutes. When we were away from the subdevelopment she lived in, she leaned across the seat and put her head in my lap. "I'm sorry." She said "This happens every time I meet a guy that my mother didn't introduce me to." I shrugged and said I understood, but Mary was determined to apologize. I felt her nimble fingers pulling at my zipper before she said. "No, I want to make it up to you." She said when I tried to pull her hand away.

Her slender fingers made quick work getting past my boxers and fishing out my not-quite hard penis. Her hot breath and wet tongue encouraged stiffness as Mary licked up one side while cradling the other in her hand. I shifted behind the wheel and slowed down as she swirled her tongue across the head and the shaft grew against her palm. I swerved into the oncoming lane a little when her lips closed wetly over the head of my cock.

She sucked just past the tip, wrapping her lush lips around the crown and spanking each side with the top and bottom of her tongue. Mary's thin and nimble hand kept busy stroking the shaft, using the spit that leaked past her mouth to slide quickly up and down my twitching member. 

I've never been so happy to catch a red light as when Mary started squeezing her way up from the base of my dick to where her lips were slurping away in front of her dancing tongue. I let my head fall back in the red glow and groaned out an "Oh God..." when she repeated the slow ascent up my pole.

The light changed, but I didn't take my foot off the brake. My grip on the steering wheel tightened though, when Mary slid the tip of her tongue down the slit of my dick. I felt her hot breath on my slick shaft between her fingers and I knew she felt my entire body tense up because she moved tongue to cradle my dick and loosened her grip on my shaft to quickly pump her fist up and down.

Another blasphemous groan escaped me as my dick jerked in her grip and started releasing its salty payload into her mouth. Mary never moved her lips, and kept rhythm pumping my flexing cock with her hand, only her tongue changed; lapping at my urethra to gather all of my cum at the back of her mouth as soon as it was free.

With a quiet sigh she swallowed, working her fingers up my shaft once last time to get the last drops out and clean it of her spit. Mary sat up breathing heavily and wiped her mouth on the underside of her wrist. "Light's green." She muttered, and before I had time to acknowledge what she said, someone who had been waiting decided to honk their horn.

I rolled my eyes and waved at them before slowly pulling away from the intersection. "Apology accepted, by the way." I offered to my date some seconds later while I was stuffing my junk back in my pants.

Mary smiled at me and rubbed her hand along my arm, stroking slowly down until she was holding my hand. "What do you say we skip the dinner and movie, hit a drive-thru, and find a hotel room?" she asked me, squeezing my fingers. When I stammered for an answer to the question, Mary pointed past my face and said "There's a Hardee's." then she shifted her gaze slightly and announced "And there's a Comfort Inn."

I could barely contain laughing as I quickly switched lanes and turned for the burgers, and Mary was on the verge of cracking up along with me by the time we were trying to cross the road to get to the hotel. She had already fished out her burger and was chowing down by the time I was telling the receptionist "We need a room- any room." and passing her my emergency Visa. I managed to get her to hold the Hardee's bag so I could get at my own food in the elevator. 

While I was opening the box to start eating, Mary poked at the camera back I had slung over my shoulder after parking and asked "What's that?" She raised a thin dark eyebrow and smirked when I told her it was a surprise before biting off more bread and beef. We had all but finished eating by the time we found the room and got the key-card to work, stray fries and the bag they came in got tossed on a nightstand in the rush to get each other naked as fast as possible.

We collapsed into a tangle of arms, legs, lips, and tongues when she was reduced to her bra and panties, and my boxers were hanging off my left ankle. I laughed when she broke our kissing to ask when the surprise was going to show. "I guess it can now." I told her and stood on my knees on the bed to reach for the bag and produce the camera, turning it on and aiming at her pale heart-shaped face before she had time to cover herself.

"What's with the camera?" she giggled, moving to shield her light pink undies and her paper-pale skin from me and the lens.

"Cause I want to make a little video of us." I told her, pulling her arm away from her chest and exposing her bra again before caressing down her side. "What? I'm serious!" I said when she scoffed and rolled her eyes.

Mary smirked at me again, this time showing off half her smile and firmly grabbed the hand that was tracing the bottom of her ribcage. "Why, so you can show it to your friends?"

I shook my head, trying to hold the camera still on her near-naked form, and denied that, saying "Nope, this one's just for me." She stretched out on the bed and moaned as I rubbed higher on her body, cupping one small breast through her bra. "I might let you watch it too if you're good."

Mary laughed then and tried to knock the camera away weakly before letting her arms fall on the pillows behind her. "Just come here and kiss me." She crooned. I set the camera on the nightstand with the leftover fries and eased down on top of her, letting her wrap her long arms around my shoulders as I took her lips between mine. Slow wet kisses ensued, mushing our lips and entwining our tongues as Mary pressed her thin form up against me. I could feel her crotch, already moist, pressing against my stomach as she wriggled to get her legs on either side of me.

I leaned back with a smile and slowly pulled her panties off, revealing her flat bald slit with its tiny pink lips barely peeking out and she openly grinned at me. I went back in for more kissing, raising her bra and teasing her nipples with my fingertips as I did. She moaned and arched her back, rolling her head away from mine, and I took the chance to start sucking and kissing my way down her neck. I stopped to properly pay attention to her nipples with my mouth, sucking each nub between my lips until it was standing at full attention.

Mary's hands caressed my shoulders and urged me on, so my descent continued, dragging my tongue across her concave stomach and around her tiny navel. When I first touched her slit with my mouth she gasped, and then moaned out a long breath when my tongue found its way to her clit. I stayed there briefly, wanting to taste more of her moist flesh. I sucked each lip into my mouth, probing inside of Mary's opening with my tongue as I did, and with her slow rocking hips and low moaning breath encouraging me, I lapped at her honeypot earnestly.

My fingers made their way back up to her stone-hard nipples as hers made a knot in my hair, squeezing tighter each time my dancing tongue flicked across her clit. A glance at her face showed me she was watching the camera- watching us in the tiny fold out screen, and she shifted sideways slightly to give it a better shot of my mouth attached to her pussy. I felt Mary's insides quiver when she saw herself getting eaten out, so I moved up to concentrate on her magic button, making her cry out between clenched teeth and trust her crotch toward my head while pulling me down by the hair. 

"Fuck..." she groaned and looked down at me shortly before returning her gaze to the tiny screen on the nightstand. I pulled one hand away from her chest and slid it in under my chin, prying her tiny hole open with my finger and causing more moans to escape her slender throat. Mary's legs spasmed when the second knuckle passed her entrance and she began to shake. I pulled her clit between my lips and drilled my tongue into it, slowly pumping my finger into her gash, slipping my index finger inside as her juices drenched my chin. She threw her head back and half-laughed, half moaned "You're gonna make me cum!" and clenched her fist tighter in my hair.

I doubled my efforts on her clit, sucking more of her girl-flesh past my teeth and under the assault of my tongue, and I pushed my fingers deeper, pressing up on the roof of her tunnel as I pulled them out. "Ooohh, Je-!" her cry cut short as she curled partly into a ball , pulling her head and chest towards me by my hair, and folding her legs and butt up and off the bed. Mary held herself there, shaking and staring at me, for a few long seconds while I kept slurping at her quim, before an explosive burst of air left her and she finally cried out "Jesus fucking Christ!" before collapsing back to the bed. 

Mary's lower half shuddered violently as I popped my fingers out of her snatch and she chuckled a little as I pulled my mouth from her swollen clit. "Jews for Jesus?" I joked and removed her hands from my now-tangled hair. She laughed and blushed and rolled onto her side before telling me to go fuck myself in response. I scooted up on the bed, pressing my body against her back and my cock against her butt crack. Mary spread her legs slightly and I thrust my hips to make my pole slid along her soaking slit. "Why do that when I can fuck you?" I asked as she turned slightly to look at me over her shoulder.

A quick kiss and her hand was on my shaft, pushing it down toward her hole. "Good question." She quipped back and popped the head past her opening with a sharp gasp and a new shudder. I pushed into her slowly, relishing every inch of her tightness, and working for every bit of hot wetness that I opened up. Mary moaned and tried to roll into the mattress, biting her pillow to muffle the sound, but I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her back to me, roughly groping her breast as I did.

Her hand clenched mine and her eyes screwed shut as she rocked and rolled her hips in time with mine to get my dick deeper into her tighter-than-tight crevice. Remembering how Mary reacted earlier, I whispered in her ear "Look at the camera, baby." And I used my free hand to pull her leg up in the air to give the lens a view of her getting penetrated.

Mary's eyes fluttered open and I watched her gaze drag across her tiny nude body, flushed and glistening with sweat. When she made it to where my thickest extremity was burrowing in and out of her, first her insides quaked around my pole, then a low groan – almost a growl – climbed out of her, and she thrust her hips back towards me, moving her hand to the sheets and gripping them for added pressure. "More." She demanded and pushed back at me again, forcing the head of my dick to press into the back of her pussy. Mary groaned and shook, saying "More!" as she rocked back at me again and again. I held her by the shoulders and thrust on my side as hard as I could while she made fists in the sheets and stared at herself getting fucked on the camera. 

Not satisfied with how hard I could ram her, Mary pushed me away long enough to get on her knees and wiggled her ass at me. I wasted no time grabbing her by the waist and forcing as much of my cock back inside her as I could. I could feel her hipbones on my hands as I fucked her, hitting her deepest spot each time and making her cry out. When she tried to hide her face in the mattress again, I reached and pulled her long black hair, forcing her head up so she could watch herself in the small screen.

It wasn't long before she was pushing back at me, breathlessly crying for "More!" each time our skin slapped together. As tight as she was, along with the wild reaction she was having to the camera, I knew it would end before I wanted. "Mary," I moaned, squeezing her waist harder. "Baby, I'm gonna-"

"Oh god, please cum inside me!" she yelled, cutting me off while glaring at my image in the view-finder. "Fucking do it, Jeremy!" Mary added a second later without breaking the rhythm of forcing her pussy back over my dick. I pulled harder on her hair, pulling her up and away from the bed, and wrapped my other arm around her body, holding her back against my chest and squeezing her breast. We rocked into each other fitfully before I erupted deep inside her, still thrusting away as I pumped her grasping tunnel full of cum. 

Mary turned toward me and we kissed over her shoulder as our bodies eased out of the frantic motions of my orgasm. I held her to me as she rolled her hips at me, gently milking every drop she could before we fell to the bed. She smiled at me as our lips separated and then laughed as she remembered the camera, rolling towards it and quickly shutting it off. "I hope you enjoyed making that, because it will never happen again." She told me a while later, after we had huddled under the blankets together.

I made a rude noise with my lips and said "With the way you acted every time you looked at yourself in the camera, I think it'll happen pretty damn often." Mary blushed when I reminded her and I had to ask. "You didn't know you did that, did you?" She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Maybe we should make sure it's the camera..." I suggested, reaching for it again.

Mary slapped my hand away and said "Don't we need to try it without the camera to test that?" She snuggled closer to me, running one hand down my chest and the other behind my neck, pulling me into a kiss as she gently pulled my dick towards her. I mirrored her motions, pulling her by the shoulders and reaching down her back to grab a handful of her small tight ass.

"If you insist..." I whispered as her tongue left my lips. She gasped a little as I pushed my hand further, spreading her cheeks and opening her slimy slit with my fingertips. Her grip on my shaft tightened as she rocked herself back towards the probing digits. With a small moan she started sucking on my collarbone and slowly pumping her fist, moving her hips in time to get my fingers deeper inside her swollen box.

Mary pulled her arm from under my neck and her lips from my skin, shoving me down on the bed. "I've had enough foreplay." She panted and swung her leg over me, aiming my cock at her bald and puffy little cunt as she lowered her body to mine. I pierced her opening with a groan, and her hands found their place on my shoulders as she moaned her way down my shaft. When our bodies met the head of my cock was pushing against her cervix, and a rumbling moan was caught somewhere in Mary's throat. She began grinding her hips down on mine, bending my shaft as its base to hit any spot inside her that wasn't stretched open and getting friction.

I reached and grabbed a perky tit in each hand, roughly squeezing them and rubbing her nipples between my fingers to make her cry out. Mary's mouth hung open, whining and moaning at assault on her chest and the impalement of her bruised pussy. I could feel her liquid excitement running down my balls as I tried to match her erratic grinding with my own hips. With one hard thrust, I lifted her knees off the bed and held her there with a hand on each ass cheek.

Mary's fingernails dug into my shoulders as she tried to get her feet on either side of my stomach for balance as I continued to buck up into her glistening pussy. "Oh God!" she cried out as one thrust made my balls swing up and smack her on the back of one thigh. Mary started bending her knees in rhythm, meeting my upward force halfway to the bed and driving my cock deeper inside her pit as the sounds of sweaty and slick flesh slapping filled the room along with her cries to God that she was "gonna cum all over your dick!"

I could feel her already swollen pussy squeeze tighter than ever before, gripping and spasming every inch of my dick. I joined her crying out to heaven just before I flooded her insides with cum. I tried to keep my hips moving as I pumped her full of spunk, but her knees grew week and we both fell into a tangle of limbs as her inner walls milked me of the last drops. We traded sweaty kisses and broad smiles as our heartbeats settled from slamming against our ribs.

Reluctantly, we separated and dressed, each lamenting the fact that we had to work the next day and couldn't spend the night repeating the last few hours. A short ride to her house and a long kiss goodnight on her doorstep later, the date was over.



Life Ch. 14



Thursday was bright hot day with a strong wind blowing away Wednesday's storm clouds. There was little work to do and even less people to deal with. When I got off work, with my spirits high and fresh paycheck in the bank, I decided to return to Best Buy and buy Linzy a going-away present. I made my way to the camera section and was immediately approached by rail thin guy with a braided goatee that tried to sell me a Sony Cybershot that I had no use for.

"I think he's here to see me." A familiar voice rang from behind him and we both looked to see Georgette and her oversized boobs waiting for a response. The short blonde waived the guy off and smirked up at me. "You know, you could've stuck around long enough to give me your number last week." She accused.

"Sorry." I shrugged. "I was in a hurry- had some things to film." I inched closer to her, getting a good view down her polo shirt with the buttons all undone. "And I actually need another camera now."

She rolled her eyes and sighed. "Is this one going to get paid for by the sheriff's office too?" she asked, and then quickly mocked a gasp. "Oh that's right; they never paid for the last one!" I tried to apologize but she waived it off. "Not a big deal, we wrote it up as a theft and I gave a completely different wrong description of you." Georgette motioned for me to follow her and we made our way to the camcorders. "Now, seriously though, what can I sell you?"

"I need another camera like mine; HD, easy formatting, made for publishing to the internet." I explained. "My... partner is going to school overseas, so I'm setting her up so she can hopefully keep up her part of the website, maybe with some girls-only stuff."

Georgette put her hands on her hips and her massive breasts jiggled under her shirt. "Girls-only?" she asked. "Is she a lesbian?"

I shook my head and stammered a bit. "No... No, she's not. I honestly just don't like the thought of her having sex with men." I admitted with a shrug.

"But its okay for you go around getting head in bathrooms and screwing some other guy's girlfriend so hard that he tries to kill you." She almost laughed at me. "You really are a pig, you know that?" I sighed and nodded, realizing the double-standard I expected Linzy to live with. Georgette snorted and slapped me in the arm. "Relax, I really don't care." She plucked a box off the shelf and pushed it into my arms. "Buy this, it's better than your camera; might keep her loyal to you for a couple extra months." She explained and walked me over to her register.

As I was signing the credit card slip, I was recalling my last Best Buy visit and smiled. "So do I still get the deal you promised last week?" I asked as I handed her pen back to her.

Georgette got a faraway look in her eyes for a second, then smirked, blushed and burst into a grin that seemed to stretch her small mouth. "Meet me outside in half an hour." She laughed and handed me my bag. A little less than thirty minutes later, Georgette met me just outside and led me to the employee parking lot. "We'll take my car; it'll be easier that way." I started to say my Jeep was plenty big enough, but held my tongue until I saw the restored and modified 80's model El Camino with mud tires and a custom paint job that looked like alligator scales. "My ex runs a custom garage, Pimp My Ride kinda place. This was my birthday present before I dumped him." She explained when I commented on the fuzzy black and red checkered seats.

"It's nice." I said, admiring the radio and the impressive collection of speakers behind the seat. "Where are we going?" I asked when I realized she had started towards the interstate but veered off on a frontage road I thought was a short dad end. She smiled at me and turned off the road into a field of knee-high grass. A short and very bumpy ride later we were on a hill underneath a rather large river-oak that looked down on the highway. "Nice view." I told her as she put the car in park and killed the engine.

"Yeah." She sighed and looked sideways at me. "Best part is," Georgette went on, pulling her polo up and off, "nobody can see up here." She wiggled a finger at me and I dove towards her chest, kissing the exposed flesh as my hands went to work unhooking her bra. As soon as it was loose I latched my lips around one of her big pale nipples and sucked it onto my tongue while Georgette laughed and cooed and held my head close to her.

My hands drug down her back, moving to grab her ass and she scooted down in her seat so I was bearing down on her when I finally got a handful of her soft backside. I switched form right breast to left and she rocked towards me, grinding her crotch up towards me. I heard her laughed and her hands left my head to begin rustling with something, and before I look up, Georgette had Linzy's camera in hand and recording the mauling her tits were getting from my mouth.

She reached down with her free hand and tried to pull my shirt off, but my hands were trapped under her. I struggled to get up, nearly threw her into the floor and wrenched my shoulder awkwardly. We were both laughing hysterically and probably bruised in several places by the time I got my arms free enough to sling my shirt over my head. "Wait!" Georgette laughed "Wait, hold on, let's take this outside." She offered and scooted backwards out of the driver's door.

I was quick after her as she circled to the tailgate with her huge boobs wobbling free in the summer wind. Georgette dropped the tailgate and propped the new camera up on an empty soda can to capture me catching her and holding her up by the ass to kiss her, sucking her bottom lip and squeezing her chest to me. Her hands worked their way between us and deftly undid my belt, button and zipper and were not-so-gently stroking my cock as her pierced tongue snaked into my mouth.

I groped her ass extra hard just before the long kiss ended, and with small laugh she sunk to her knees in the dirt and began making long slow wet licks from sack to tip. I moaned my encouragement and reached for the camera, holding it for a better view as the little blonde with the big tits made out with my balls while stroking her small hands up and down my shaft, occasionally rubbing her cute little nose across the base and making her forehead bounce on my crown. "You want more?" she chimed, popping a drool covered testicle from her mouth. I nodded, shaking the camera as I did and she grinned, drug her tongue piercing between my nuts, and said "Tell me what you want."

"Suck it, Georgette, please." I groaned and put one hand on the back of her head. She pulled the shaft down to her mouth, dragging my dick across her face, and circled the tip with her little pink tongue. Georgette licked her lips and shoved her mouth over my dick, stretching her lips and pressing her tongue and piercing between her bottom jaw and my pole. I felt the back of her throat and she gagged a little, paused for a breath, grabbed me by the ass with one hand, and forced my cock down towards her stomach. "Oh, yesss..." I hissed and made a fist in her short blonde hair, holding her head still while her throat massaged the first few inches of my dick, pulling it down into her and pushing it back out. I held her there, loving the heat and the tightness, until I looked down into her blue eyes and saw pleading. "Sorry." I almost laughed and let her loose for breath. 

She coughed and said "It's ok." while she stroked my slobbery dick. "Wanna fuck my titties again?" she offered, holding one huge breast up to tickle my dick with her nipple. She sat up straighter and arched her back to wrap her tits around my dick, rocking them up and down and smearing her spit all around as it twitched and bounced in the valley of her chest.

I put my hand around her wrist and led her up to the tailgate. "I wanna fuck a lot more than that." I told her and moved my hand to her pants. Georgette helped me all but rip her khakis off and presented her dark-blonde bush to me, the camera, and the sky. I pulled her to the edge of her tailgate by an ankle and stabbed my cock through her soft curls, forcing open her tiny pink lips and spreading her gooey insides with inches of throbbing flesh. 

Georgette screamed at her impaling, curling up to watch my cock sticking out of her. "Don't stop!" she pleaded when she realized I wasn't stuffing her any further. I pulled back, leaving just the tip inside her, before thrusting forward, making the soft flesh on her thighs smack against me as I pierced her furry snatch. I grabbed her by one big bouncy tit and rocked her body back and forth, pulling and pushing her on and off my dick. Her hands joined mine, one making a fist in her own skin on the breast I wasn't holding and the other gripping my fingers like life depended on it as she cried and screamed at her pussy getting stretched open again and again.

I laid the camera on her chest, aiming it down her belly at where my boxer-snake was burrowing into her greasy tunnel, and held it there by squeezing her tits up around it. Georgette craned her neck around and looked into the view-finder to watch her bushy blonde cunt get fucked and moaned out "Oooh, fuck that's hot!" before dropping her head back to the warm metal of her truck bed.

Georgette's screams got longer, and her legs roughly circled my back as she reached for my shoulders. The camera skittered sideways off her chest but stayed on us as I was pulled down on top of Georgette's huge squishy jugs. I kept up my assault on her pussy, pounding down into her as she held me close and rocked her hips up at my thrusting. "I'm gonna- I'm -- you're gonna make me -- I'm..." she was stammering between cries of ecstasy and I could feel her slick tunnel convulsing each time I bottomed out inside her. 

With a long cry and fingernails gouging my back, Georgette came. Her legs locked around me and her hips stopped moving. I kept forcing my dick into her as she screamed and her pussy twitched and pulled around it. Her grip loosened and her screams quieted into laughing. I smiled down at her and rubbed my chest. "More?" I asked and she nodded enthusiastically but still pushed me back. 

"I want it from behind." She told me and I backed up, pulling my dick out of her with a slurp and gush of girl-juice. She got on her knees and propped the camera back up on its crushed can so it had a view of her face and her tits hanging to the metal beneath her. I got between her feet and pulled her ass back to me, spearing open her furry cunt again and pushing my dick inside her until it was knocking against her back wall. Georgette was a fountain of moans and cries before I had even built up a good rhythm, and after I had begun shafting her dripping box and making her big soft ass slap against my stomach.

"Oh, yeah." Georgette moaned and wiggled her ass on me. "Fuck me..." I held her head up by the hair, pulling it roughly each time I went balls deep inside her. She struggled to keep her arms under her and screamed for me as I felt her pussy spasm around me again. I released her hair and held her by the hips, yanking her body back towards mine and shoving my dick deeper and deeper, trying to push it through her as she screamed for more.

Her orgasm made her collapse in a sweaty heap, pulling her pussy off my shaft and making an odd noise as her wet flesh slid on hot metal. She rolled over with a dreamy grin and crooked her finger at me. I crawled up into the truck bed with her, snatching up the camera as I went, and straddled her ribcage, slapping my slimy cock on her tits a few times before she managed to sandwich it between them. Georgette held her mammoth mammaries in place, smooshing them together around my dick with her nipples peeking through her fingers while I thrust between them, smearing pussy juice through the tunnel I created each time. She moaned as she watched the head pop out aimed at her face and I had to ask "You really like getting tit-fucked, don't you?"

"Mmmm-hmmm" Georgette moaned out and nodded before looking up at me with her bright blue eyes full of lust. "I do and I want you to fuck them and cum all over them and all over me." She said and I had to moan then, picking up speed and shoving my dick further between her tits. Georgette bent her neck as far as it would go and opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out and moaning "Aanh... Aanh... Aanh!" each time the head of my dick would come close to her face.

With my balls dragging across her torso, her fat lubed up tits squeezed around my dick, and Georgette's wet mouth catching the head I could feel my orgasm coming a mile away. "Fuuuuuck!" I roared and nearly dropped Linzy's camera as I arched and started spraying the cute nerd down with sperm. I kept thrusting and each push came with a pump of cum that splashed across her face, inside her mouth, and all over her chest as I pushed through her breasts.

I eased away from her and sat down, but Georgette followed me and began cleaning my dick with her mouth. She sucked and licked and stroked the combination of pussy and man juice off the shaft and squeezed and kissed the head until I groaned and shuddered. She quickly inhaled my dick, stuffing the head down her throat and massaged it there until I pumped another small load into her stomach. She puked up my cock and licked her lips before grinning and reaching up to stop the camera. She eased down next to me and kissed me on the cheek and I had to laugh. "If this is what I get for buying a camera, the bonus for getting a big-screen must be to die for."

Georgette giggled and laid an arm across my chest. "This is a slow month, and you've bought so much from me that I'll probably get a promotion." She explained. "Not to mention you're hot and I haven't been getting any regular dick in a while." She yawned and stretched sat up. "Come on, I need to get you back to your car so I can go home." After getting dressed and trying to wipe most of my cum off her face, Georgette gave me her number and drove me back to Best Buy and started kissing me goodbye. The kiss turned into making out in the parking lot and she I had to push her away. "You're right." She lamented. "Besides, another round and I wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow."

"That's not such a bad thing is it?" I joked before jumping into my Jeep and starting towards home.



Life Ch. 15



Bridget was at my Lowe's when I got to work on Friday morning, cementing the fact that I was going to be blackmailed into fucking her after. At least she made it easy to deal with, wearing a sheer tank top that barely hid her bra and a pair of bleached-out jean shorts that left very little to the imagination with the curve of her ass hanging out the bottom of each side. She had her long sun-bleached hair in twin braids on either side of her head, making her appear a bit younger than she actually was until she smiled and showed the laugh lines around her mouth and eyes. She had also doused herself in some sweet smelling perfume that wouldn't have been out of place in a bakery during Christmas.

Having her 'accidentally' rub against me whenever she had the chance was making any actual work difficult, and looking forward to getting some relief from the aching in my pants was making the day drag on for what seemed like forever. At four, Bridget grabbed me by the belt and nearly dragged me to the parking lot. "Time to go." She laughed as we made it out the front gates of the garden center. "I already punched us out, just follow me okay?" she told me when we made it to our vehicles and I reminded her that we were still on the clock.

I start laughing to myself, happy Bridget was in front of me in her truck, when I followed her to the same Comfort Inn where Mary and I had spent most of Wednesday night. Bridget looked confused when the desk clerk asked me "Will any room do again?" and I suppressed a giggle. I wondered if it was a coincidence that he gave me the room across the hall from the one I had two nights before, but most thoughts were forced to the background when Bridget forced me against the door to slam it closed and pressed her lips to mine.

When I didn't immediately open my mouth to allow her tongue access, she grabbed my hair and pulled until my teeth parted so out tongues could wrestle. "So you want it rough, huh?" I asked when the kiss ended and I reached to sharply spank her ass. She moaned slightly and smiled at me. "I'll take that as a yes." I said and spanked her again, making her jump and grit her teeth. She started kissing me again and I lifted her by two handfuls of toned tan ass. I carried her nearly blind and fell onto the bed on top of her, where we ground against each other until she needed to breath. Bridget pushed me back up and followed to a sitting position. She laughed at me and ran her hands up under my shirt, clawing me lightly before ripping my shirt over my head, popping a few threads in the process, and starting on my belt as she kissed my stomach. "You bitch!" I laughed and grabbed her by the hair. "I like that shirt!" I told her and threw her back on the bed. 

I crawled onto the bed, kissing up her long muscular legs as I went. I lifted her legs and jerked her tiny shorts off along with her panties and went to kissing and licking all around the tan line that outlined her waxed smooth pubic mound. She smacked me on the back of the head and barked "Stop teasing me!" I couldn't help but to drag my tongue up from her taint, across her hole and through the of her slit like a dog lapping at water before diving for her hole and driving my tongue as deep into her as I could. She moaned and grabbed my hands from her hips while I sucked and licked at her sweet juices, and placed them firmly on her bared breasts. I quickly found her hardened nipples with my fingers as I sought out her clit with my lips and pressed down on it while I started to twist her nipples, pulling more moans from her. Her hands had left mine on her tits, and were already knotting themselves up in my hair, pushing my mouth where felt it would be most useful.

I kicked my shoes off and worked my pants down thanks to Bridget undoing my belt earlier, and sucked her clit through her first body shaking orgasm. I worked my way up her body, kissing, biting, and sucking on every other inch of her. One hand knotted in my hair again as I stopped to suck and nibble on her small and firm breasts. The other was raking across my back until I went up to let her lick her juices from my chin and mouth, then it circled around and grabbed the base of my dick and yanked it towards her waiting pussy.

The head popped into her with a gasp both of us. I was reminded how tight Bridget was as I sunk inches into her drippy cunt. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, then dug her heels into my ass, pulling me all the way into her with a loud moan and then held me there. "That feels really good," she moaned, "when I let go, you better pound the fuck out of me."

I smiled down at her, feeling her inner walls rhythmically gripping me, and had to say, "Only if you promise to give me copies of those videos." She rolled her eyes and let some pressure off my ass, and I just twisted my hips and my dick inside her. Bridget arched her back and moaned through clenched teeth, digging her fingernails into my back. I laughed and pulled my cock from her twat, slammed it back inside her to make her tiny tits bounce, and froze there with my dick pushed up against her back wall. "I wasn't kidding," I whispered to her, and repeated the process, "I want those vids." 

I yanked away once more, and as I was thrusting back into her, she yelled, "Fine!" and as I pulled out of her sopping wet hole only to plow back in again, she went on screaming, "I promise! Just Fuck Me! I'll give you copies!" and bucking her hips up at me, trying to work my dick deeper into her greasy tunnel as I plowed away between her thighs. "Harder, Dammit!" she barked at me, and craned her neck to bite me on the chest.

I growled at her and reached up to grab the top of the fake-wooden head board, and pulled my body with my arms while pushing with my legs. I couldn't help but smile at the half-drunk expression on her face as it rolled around on the bed as I assaulted her bald box. I felt more like I was trying to fuck her into the mattress rather than deeper and harder into her. Bridget started groaning through her teeth as the bed started seriously creaking, and the head board was already beating against the wall. I was afraid something was going to break, when she wailed to me "Don't stop, Jeremy! I'm cumming!" I watched her face contort into something lust driven and hungry as we bucked and rocked and screamed and roared our way through her pussy quaking orgasm.

When she started breathing again, I jerked away from her and smacked her on the side of the leg hard enough to make her wince. "Roll over." I ordered. She scowled and didn't move. So, I grabbed her by the hair, pulled her to her knees, and twisted her around so she had to grab the headboard to keep from getting her face pushed against the wall. She whimpered softly as I climbed back onto the bed behind her. Still holding her by the hair, I rammed my dick back inside her quivering box. I leaned in close to her and asked, "What's wrong, Bridget? I thought you wanted it rough?" then bit her neck just behind her jaw.

She moaned and tried to drop her head, but I held her up firmly as I started railing her again. As I attempted to give her a hickey, I started getting the rhythm and speed back that I needed to make her cum again, and then I felt her pushing back at me. Bridget was slapping her ass against my stomach as my balls were tapping her clit when she started panting and whining, "I'm gonna... Ooo... Keep going!"

I dropped her head to grab her by the waist with both hands, steadying her rhythm with mine and driving my deeper and harder inside her cunt. Bridget's whining ended as she froze up except for shuddering. After a minute of me pounding away at her slimy pit and her trying to catch her breath, Bridget screeched out, "I'm Cumming!" which was followed by a stream of profanity that I'm not comfortable repeating.

When she started moving again, she was still in the middle of her orgasm, and her hips were rocking back on me harder than I could keep up with. Her pussy pulsed, writhed and gripped on my dick as I kept myself pressed to her, grinding against her ass and her insides. I let go of her waist and leaned back to spank her ass sharply and announced, "I'm gonna cum!"

Bridget reached under herself and popped my dick from her slick snatch and pressed it into her slit, still rocking her hips to grind her clit across my shaft. I pumped my hips, rubbing her gash and her fingers along my cock, panting as my cum boiled up. I twitched and it shot out all over her arm and belly, dripping in long streams down to the bed. She wrapped her long hard fingers around the shaft and pumped, squeezing every drop I had out before releasing me and letting me fall back on the bed.

Bridget left before I even got dressed, saying she was satisfied and she'd see me on Monday. I took a long hot shower in the room before I left, figuring I could go and pick up Linzy to show her the present I'd gotten her and then bring her back to the hotel since the room had already been paid for. When I got to Linzy's is when things started to fall apart.

My uncle Gerald answered the door, and before I could ask if Linzy was home he punched me. He wasn't a very big guy, but as angry as he was it still sent me sprawling across his front porch. "Just get out of here you goddamn pervert!" he yelled and threw something at me hard enough to knock himself off balance. I tried to block it, but just felt a wad of paper hit my chest. He turned and saw my aunt crying on the phone and then snarled over his shoulder. "I wouldn't bother going home if I were you. We already told your parents what you did."

I scrambled to my feet, and started to ask what the hell was going on, but he raised his fist and I decided to leave. A few blocks later I pulled over and attempted to call Linzy, but a robotic voice informed me that her number was out of service. I rubbed my bruised jaw and wondered what had happened, then noticed I had taken the wad of paper Gerald had thrown at me. I uncurled it as gently as I could and realized it was an envelope with my name on it, but it had already been opened. I took the letter out and recognized Linzy's handwriting.

Linzy had left for Europe a month early after an online friend offered to board her until school started. Her letter said it was an opportunity to learn the culture before school and she couldn't pass it up. She didn't tell anyone in case they would try to talk her out of it. She told me she loved me enough for anyone to tell it was deeper than family even before she wrote that she was happy she saved her virginity for me and wished that we could make love again before she left, but was scared that if she felt me inside of her again before getting on the airplane that she'd end up staying in America. 

I managed to hold the worst of the tears until I got back to the hotel. It was hours later when I realized I had no place to go once check-out time came the next morning. I also had no clean clothes to change into or any way to charge my phone because I couldn't go home without facing more family wrath. I decided to try to rest, and then maybe sneak home to grab what I could in the middle of the night.

Luckily I had gotten good at sneaking out while I was dating Dixie in high school, and I managed to load down my Jeep with a good portion of my belongings. I left a short apology note on my bed, mostly for ignoring the multitude of phone calls that were placed while I was asleep. Back at the hotel, I emailed Linzy twice, once cursing her for being so careless and getting us caught, and the second time apologizing and telling her I loved her and to contact me the second she had a chance. At least Bridget had honored her promise and sent copies of those security videos of me having sex at Lowe's.

The next morning I started calling every friend I had to try and find somewhere to stay. Most said they didn't have the room, a few said I spend a night or two on their couch but that was it, and one guy actually laughed at me and said I was getting what I deserved for fucking my little cousin. I didn't bother calling Mary, knowing her mother would flip her shit. Joan said she was sorry but couldn't risk getting expelled if they found a guy living in her dorm. Finally, desperate, I called Iris, my regional manager's secretary that I had hooked up with earlier that week, figuring she had to have extra room in the two story house she lived in by herself.

"Jeremy?" she asked, sounding groggy. "Oh right, Bridget's big toy." Something rattled around on the phone for a second and I heard her groan "Hun, do you realize it's ten AM on a Saturday? Ugh, anyway, what's up?" I explained as little as I could, mostly just staying on point that I got kicked out of my house and needed a place to stay until I could scrape money together. "Sure thing, there's a whole room here I don't even use, but you gotta buy your own food."

I thanked her profusely until she hung up on me to go back to sleep. I drove slowly and cautiously to her place, knowing the last thing I needed was a speeding ticket on top of all the shit that was going wrong. I parked in front of her house and carried an arm load of essential items up to her door, where I rang the doorbell and waited. A minute later, Iris – wearing a sheer tank top and an old pair of boxers - invited me in, politely waited until I dropped my stuff on the kitchen table, and slapped me across the face. "That's for waking me up." she said waving a finger in my face. The she grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me down to kiss her, running her soft pink tongue across my lips while she rubbed her big pale tits against my chest. "And this is because I didn't get laid last night." She murmured to me before making her hands busy with undoing my pants.

She dropped to a squat in front of me and fished out my not-quite-hard-on. Iris frowned up at me and waved the floppy dick around in her fist. "Sorry," I sighed "It was a rough night. I might need a little more encouragement." She rolled her eyes, but opened her mouth and sucked in most of my length, rolling her tongue around the head and gently pulsing her lips to make short bursts of suction on my cock. I felt a nimble group of fingers make their way around my balls and I groaned, leaning back on her kitchen counter to hold myself up in case my knees decided to go weak as Iris sucked any trace of limp out of my dick. She massaged my balls with one hand while her head gently bobbed on my dick and her other hand was helping remove my shoes and pulling my pants the rest of the way off.

She pulled her head back, slurping a line of drool along my gently throbbing shaft as she did. "Much better." She cooed and stroked me gently, grinning at her own handiwork. She stood, still holding me by the dick, and led me to an adjoining living room furnished in plainly shaped modern furniture covered in bright red and blue fabric. Iris pushed me down on a nearly glowing red love seat, which was firmer than it appeared, and quickly stripped her shorts and top off before climbing onto the seat, placing her feet on either side of my legs and squatting down to look me in the eye. 

"Do you have something against foreplay?" I joked as I roughly rubbed her fleshy gash with my hand, smearing her natural lube around and making her jump a little. She humped my hand for a few seconds, rubbing her tits on my chest and gasping when I popped a finger into her hidden hole or grazed her hardening clit. When she decided she'd had enough she slapped my hand away and grabbed my rod just beneath the head and squeezed it between her pale pink lips with a small moan.

Iris shook her head a little and breathed out "I just really like dick." Before sinking slowly down on mine, stretching her opening further with each inch her hungry cunt consumed. "I like yours a lot." She added, gyrating her hips and twisting her tunnel around my cock. She held onto the back of the couch for balance and worked her pelvis, fucking me hard and fast, bending my dick in and out of her greasy pussy and working herself into a frenzy. Iris moaned as she ground herself towards an orgasm and my hands found her big bouncing tits and squeezed louder moans out of them. I laid my head back and she started sucking my lips and bearing down more on my dick, pressing it harder against her cervix. She bit my lip and groaned as the tip started to open the door to her womb, but she released the pressure to go back to thrusting her hips at mine before I pierced that piece of her.

I could feel her pussy squeezing more and more each time it engulfed my cock, and her moans were evolving into cries of pleasure. I mauled her pale pink nipples and leaned forward to suck on her side of her neck, urging her over the edge any way I could. "Ooh, yes!" she growled and I felt a spasm inside her followed by a gush of nectar that ran down my shaft and my twitching balls. "Fucking hell! YES!" she screeched and drove her hot tunnel down harder on me. Iris's legs shook and her arms quaked and her pussy spasmed as she rode my cock through a screaming orgasm.

I hated to tell her I was going to cum, but feared her reaction if I didn't warn her. "Oh god damn it, Iris," I groaned into her shoulder as her screams began to quiet, "If you keep this up I'm gonna blow." Her hips slowed and she smiled sweetly at me before she kissed me long and hard, swirling her tongue into my mouth and sucking mine into hers. Then she nimbly climbed off the love seat and got down between my knees and inhaled my cock. Iris's throat opened up and took several inches down while her lips massaged the base of my dick and her tongue rolled along the bottom of my shaft. Fingers gently rubbed my balls and muscles in her neck squeezed and throbbed around the head of my dick. I reflexively grabbed either side of her head and tried to thrust deeper as my cock jumped and spurted jets of cum directly into Iris's stomach.

I released her head and she released my cock with a loud slurp. She smacked her lips a few times before smiling up at me. "I think I'm going to like you staying here." Iris told me as she stood shakily, and then led me to my feet and upstairs to show me my new room.

Later that day Linzy emailed me and we sat in front of webcams to talk. She'd been crying, but brushed it off. She apologized profusely and told me she loved me several more times. Then she told me she had already launched the website with the videos she had permission to use and mailed out a bunch of forms to get the okay for more. She didn't put our full names on the site, but if anyone that knew us saw any of the videos they would be able to tell who was starring. I let her know I had some more to give her, plus a going away present and got the address of her Parisian friend to send her camera along. We talked until she started to fall asleep, and just as I disconnected my phone started ringing.

I answered it, since it was neither of my parents and immediately regretted it. Maria, my boss, wanted to know why Bridget and I had stayed clocked in until nine pm the previous night when the store cameras show us leaving together at four. I sighed and asked "Does it even matter if what I say is a good excuse, or am I fired either way." Maria almost laughed when she told me it didn't matter, so I took great pleasure in letting her know how and why Bridget was blackmailing me and that she had claimed to have punched us out before dragging me to a hotel to fuck.

After getting fired, I decided to take a drive to try to clear my head and maybe just find a train to lie down in front of. I eventually found myself in front of Mary's house and decided if anyone could take my mind off my troubles it was her. I rang the doorbell and was met with a sharp smack across my face. Again I was called a pervert, this time also a liar and a cheater. One of Mary's friends had stumbled onto Linzy's website, and recognizing me from seeing us together on our first date, had sent Mary a link. "I actually liked you!" she shrieked and slapped me again. She screamed at me all the way to my Jeep, and attempted to dent it up as I drove off amidst a hail of insults.




Life Ch. 15



My family disowned me for having sex with my cousin, then my cousin moved out of the country, my girlfriend dumped me over the website my cousin started with our sex videos, and I lost my job for getting blackmailed to keep from losing my job. My Life was pretty much over.