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When It Rains

By: rboxer



The rain was coming down so hard that when I went to jump over the curb from the road and keep my feet from getting wet, I didn't jump far enough and landed in a large puddle on the sidewalk, generating a giant splash that ensured that both my legs ended up soaking.

I finally made it to a sheltered doorway and stood there, waiting for the storm to pass through. I wasn't dressed for the weather at all, as I'd been working from my downtown apartment and ducked out on a whim dressed in chino's, a big old T-shirt and sneakers without socks to get an espresso coffee and take a break from programming when the storm hit. If I'd bothered to check the weather forecast, maybe I'd at least have an umbrella with me. By now it was too late anyway. The rain was coming down even harder by the minute. If my pants had been dry before, the ricochet splashes would have fixed that. I just had to wait it out.

A young woman came running through the rain. Like me, sans umbrella and coat, headed straight for the awning I was standing under. Ah, I thought, someone as stupid as me. I grinned at her when she made it under the awning. In fact, I started laughing a little, and she joined me.

'Two drowned rats, eh?' she said, a faint accent evident.

'Yeah,' I replied, 'but it saves on the cost of showering.'

Despite being completely wet and her hair bedraggled, I could see she was very pretty with a nice curvy body with what looked like a great ass and B-cup breasts, like a gymnast might grow into. Her eyes and hair were brown, though I couldn't be sure of the color since it was wet and dark. She kept her arms folded over her chest, as the coolness of the air was even effecting my own nipples.

'Hi,' I said after a minute of silence. 'I'm Chris,' and I put out a hand for her to shake.

'Hi. Angie.'

She smiled a rueful grin, and pulled a cell phone from her jeans and tried to use it.

'Fuck! Piece of shit!' she said. 'Oh, I'm sorry – I didn't – '

'Don't worry,' I said, covering my surprise. 'What's wrong?'

'My cell phone. I slipped over around the corner and now it's not working.'

'Maybe it got wet,' I stupidly said. 'Sorry. Look, try mine,' and I handed her my phone.

'Thanks,' she said. She dialed a number, and turned away from me to talk into the phone. I tried, but not too hard, to ignore her conversation.

'Hi, Patrick it's me,' she said, 'the car won't start – it must be the rain.'

She waited while the other party spoke.

'No, my phone's not working either...just a guy. He lent me his.' Another pause. 'Can't you come and pick me up? I'm on West 4th Street, outside a Qwik-Copy place.'

I don't think it was my imagination, but she sounded like she was getting pissed at whoever she was talking to.

'You can be such a prick, do you know that?' and she hung up, fuming. I could see the tension effecting the whole set of her body, and in fact she'd dropped her arms and I could easily see her dark taut nipples through the light cotton of her top. I was impressed with their erect size, but forced my eyes away. Maybe she would put her arms back up to prevent me making a ass of myself by getting caught staring.

'Boyfriend?' I asked.

'Not for much longer,' she said with feeling. 'He's "too busy" to help and come pick me up.'

Even though the storm had eased off, it was still raining and dusk had come in the interim, so the temperature had dropped even further.

'Do you mind if I call for a cab?' Angie asked.

'Go ahead.'

She held the phone to her ear for quite a while before disconnecting and handing it back to me with a sigh.

'There's an hour backlog.'

'Listen,' I said, reaching into my back pocket and pulling a business card from my wallet. 'Call someone else, let them know you're with me and tell them to pick you up from this address. It's getting too cold and dark to hang around here.'

She looked surprised and disbelieving.

'Uh, look, I appreciate the offer,' she began, 'but I don't even know who you are or anything.'

Mentally I shrugged. I was offering an alternative to hanging around here until her uncaring boyfriend showed up, but if she didn't want to take it, that was her business.

'OK, sure,' I said, 'but I feel bad about leaving you here to freeze while I dry off and get warm. Here, keep my phone, put it in the post to me tomorrow or drop it at this address. I rarely use it anyway.'

'Oh,' she said, clearly surprised.

'Take care,' I said, and left to jog back home.

I was just getting out of the shower when the foyer phone rang.

'Hello,' I said.

'Hi, Chris? It's Angie. You know, we just met. Ah, does that offer still stand?' I could hear her teeth chattering over the intercom.

'Of course. I'll buzz you up so just come up to the second floor. Do you want tea or coffee?'

She laughed. 'Coffee, please.'

'OK.'

'And Chris?'

'Yeah?'

'Thanks.'

'I like your place,' she said.

'Thanks.'

We were sitting opposite each other at the dining room table, drinking our coffee's and chatting. The storm, as seen through the lounge room window across the lake, continued with a moderate lightening display. Angie had dried off, and was dressed in some spare clothing I'd found. I must say, I thought she cleaned up nicely.

'You've got a nice place here, and you work from home? What do you do for a living?'

'I write computer software for brokerage companies.'

'Stock brokers?'

'No, customs brokers. Companies who declare imports and exports to various government departments.'

'Your accent - Australian, right?' I asked.

'Oh, yes,' she said, sounding surprised. 'Most people can't really pick it.'

'Yeah, I thought that's what it was. I spent some time in London which seemed to be populated with Aussies and New Zealanders.'

'Really? I lived in the UK for a couple of years.'

'Working?'

'No, I was studying there, doing a masters in history.'

'And now?'

'Now? I'm trying to get a full-time job at the university.'

'And the prick on the phone?'

She blushed and looked embarrassed, squirming a little in her seat. For half a second a gap in the shirt she wore opened, and I caught a glimpse of the underside of one bare breast, and my mouth went a little dry.

'I'm sorry. You must think me so rude for swearing.'

'Are you kidding? It's refreshing to hear it again. Where I worked in the UK was pretty working class, and I soon got used to the, er -'

'The earthiness?'

'Ha, yeah.'

'Well, the guy on the phone was my boyfriend. Soon to be ex-boyfriend, actually.'

'So you said.'

'I honestly don't know why I've stayed with him this long. Even though he can be nice when he wants to, he doesn't seem to want to very often.'

'Well, I'm sorry.'

'Oh, no. I just need to get it over and done with, you know? I've been putting it off because it's not a real nice job.'

One of those moments of silence happened, where you know that to speak would be to break some spell. Angie wasn't looking at me, though her face was towards me. I could see she was lost in thought. It was during this moment that I realized I really liked the shape of her lips. Though they were thin they were perfectly formed and, to be frank, a luscious color, like wine. I looked down at my coffee cup, seeing it was empty.

'If you like,' I said, 'I could run you home.'

'Oh. Um – yes. That would be – '

'Or you could stay for dinner, if you don't mind eating whatever I can find to cook.'

I looked up again, into her eyes this time.

'I – ah – I think that would be nice. Yes.' She smiled prettily, and blushed a little.

I looked at my watch, and couldn't believe what I saw.

'Ah, Angie?'

'Yes?'

'It's nearly 11 o'clock.'

'Don't be silly, it's – oh God! It is!'

Somehow the night had disappeared. I'd made some Thai chicken with rice and had a bottle of good wine. It was hardly a feast but it had been pleasant. We sat opposite each other, as we had over coffee some – God, five hours before. We'd talked a lot, obviously, but the time had flashed past.

'Do you want to call Patrick and let him know where you are?'

'Yeah,' she said, 'I guess I better call him.' The topic of our earlier conversation, about how she'd been planning to end it with him came back to her mind. Like most people she didn't want a confrontation or specifically to hurt someone, if she could avoid it.

'Can I – I mean, I hate to sound silly, but – '

'What is it?' I said.

'Do you mind if I have some privacy?'

I blinked, for some reason, a little surprised.

'OK, yeah. I'll just be in the kitchen.'

When I thought about it, it was funny. We'd spent the last five hours talking as if it had been only a few minutes. I put the radio in the kitchen on low so I wouldn't overhear anything, and got on with doing the washing up, for which there wasn't a great deal.

'Chris?'

'Hmm?' It was Angie, finished with the phone. 'Everything alright?'

'Yeah. You know you've been washing that plate for the last five minutes?'

'Huh?'

She walked slowly towards me. All night I'd been thinking about how pretty she was, how funny and interesting and smart she was. When she looked at me I felt – something – I wasn't sure what it was, but she was sure nice to look at.

'Chris?' she said, now standing right in front of me.

I couldn't speak, but could only swallow, rather noisily too.

When she kissed me I didn't believe it at first, thus causing my lips to part and allowing her tongue to slip gently inside my mouth. As soon as it touched my tongue, I seemed to get my breath back, and I stepped back from her.

'Ah, listen, ah. Angie. I don't date other men's women. I mean – Hell, I, ah – '

'Do you like me Chris?' she asked, stepping closer to me and putting both hands on my chest.

'Sure. Um, yes. I –'

'Then don't worry about Patrick. That's why I needed some privacy; to break up with him.'

'You did?' I asked.

'Hm-hmm.'

She has lovely lips to look at, and now that I knew she was single, even if only for the last five minutes, I just had to kiss them again. They were warm and gentle, and tasted like vanilla and fig – not items that had been on the menu tonight, so heaven knows where that came from.

When her tongue came pushing into my mouth again, I didn't push her away, but instead put my arms around her to hold her closer, and I felt her sigh into my mouth and relax against my body. She could really work her tongue, thrusting and twisting it against mine, and it was having a very definite effect on me.

When we broke from that kiss we were both breathing a little heavier. She looked at me quizzically.

'What the hell color are your eyes?'

'They change.'

'What do you mean, they change?'

'Sometimes they're blue. Sometimes green or hazel, and sometimes all three at once.'

She chuckled, the most delightful and filthy little chuckle I've ever heard in my life.

'That's insane.'

'That's me.'

I smiled at her, thinking how desperately I wanted to fuck her, and I saw her face change from lighthearted to something else. I hadn't seen such a look of lust on a woman's face before.

Did I just do that?

I slipped my right hand down her back, placing it on her left ass check, just cupping it and holding it, and, OK, yes, I squeezed it, pulling her harder into me. When I heard her tiny gasp and watched her eyes close just a little, I had to squeeze again, and this time watch her swallow and then hear her breath race a little faster.

That bottom lip, though, man, her bottom lip just begged to be kissed and sucked, and so I did, gently trapping it between my teeth and pulling it out a little bit to suck on it. Again there was that hint of vanilla and fig, but the scent was quickly gone when ever I tried to concentrate on it.

She took my other hand, and slid it up inside the shirt I'd given her to wear. Braless, when my fingers began to stroke her breast, I could already feel the nipple semi-erect, and growing harder as I touched it with a fingertip, but then running my fingers down the underside of her breast and over to the other one, to repeat the same actions.

Angie groaned in my mouth as I took the weight of her breast in my hand.

'Are you sure you want to do this?' I asked, not quite believing she'd want to be here.

She looked at me strangely for a second, as if debating something internally.

'Well, to be frank, I've been wanting to do this since two minutes after I met you.'

She lowered herself to her knees in front of me and slowly pulled my pants and boxers down to my ankles. My erect cock stood bobbing in front of her face, and I watched in amazement as her tongue flicked out and licked the tip of my cock. When she closed her mouth around the head my eyes closed automatically, and I only felt her suck all of me excruciatingly slowly into her mouth, licking and sucking her way down to the base, and slowly, oh so painfully slowly, pulling back until only the head was still in her mouth, to be wrapped in her tongue. I'm no larger than average, but when I opened my eyes and saw my cock in her mouth I swear I grew another inch, and I heard her groan in response and resumed sucking.

I thought I couldn't stand it, until she picked up her pace a little. What was erotic before became sweet agony, again going a little faster each time, one hand now cupping my balls and squeezing gently. I could barely breath, leaning back against the sink, this beautiful woman between my legs sucking me off. And she kept increasing the pace every minute. I don't know how long she kept it up; perhaps it only felt like forever, but when she felt my cock flexing and my balls drawing up, she carefully brought her teeth into play, scraping away the sweetness of overpowering pleasure and adding the sourness of a dash of pain to the mix. My eyes opened and watched this scene, surprised, though I don't know why, that one of Angie's hands were buried in the sweat pants I'd loaned her as she sucked me, and I could see her hand moving rapidly between her legs, the rhythm constant as her hips started to buck of their own accord. Her eyes were closed and I could hear and feel her moans starting, and she somehow sucked my cock all the way into her mouth, and deeper, into her throat, impaling herself on me. It was too much for me too, and my hands flew to grasp her hair, and she sunk her head down on me, taking me completely in her mouth and throat and groaned like it was the best thing in the world, and I came hard, pouring into her mouth as she came herself with shudders and moans, as semen leaked down her chin.

'Jesus Christ!' I said, collapsing down to the floor.

Angie lay in a tumble beside me, but chuckled again, and I swear that just the sound of her doing that made me half erect again. Taking her by the hand, I lead her to the bedroom. Under the skylight, now showing the cloud-free moon, I lifted her arms and pulled the top from her. Oh God, what a wonderful sight her breasts were. They were absolutely perfect, lacking only my mouth on them, which I quickly rectified by taking a nipple between my teeth, pulling lightly and licking the very end. Once I had it hard as a ball-bearing, I did the same on the other, continuing to stroke the tops and undersides of both of them. Angie shivered and moaned. I licked my way up her breast to her shoulder and then neck, and heard her again sigh and relax against me as I nibbled and sucked her ear.

I turned her around to face away from me, and licked my way down her shoulders and back, across from one side to the other, and then down a little and back across. By the time I reached the top of the fleecy warm-up pants, I was on my knees behind her. I slowly pulled those pants down. For each inch of exposed flesh now visible to me, I licked and sucked and kissed it, until it was finally clear of her hips and fell to pool around her feet.

After my tongue touched her, at the wet gap between her thighs from behind, Angie's knees collapsed a little and she slumped forward, grabbing onto the foot of the bed, while I continued to lick and kiss my way down one leg. I turned her around to face me, and continuing up the other leg, moving to the inside of her thigh, and now heading in a direct line to her pussy. The hair was tangled and wet from the workout her fingers had given, but all the more beautiful for knowing it. This time, I knew. I could smell vanilla and fig again, and it seemed to be coming right from between her thighs. I pushed her back onto the bed, the edge under her thighs and her legs now spread wide, waiting for me.

I ran my tongue very gently up her slit, barely touching those swollen pussy lips, up and along until I reached her clit. With a finger placed higher, I drew back the hood of her clit, and Angie moaned in delight as I circled her clit, licked it harder once, and then licked back down to her pussy, there to slide my tongue gently inside her, twist it and pull it out, and to repeat this action again and again until she was writhing on the bed.

When her legs clamped on my head, and her hips started grinding her pussy on my face, I knew she was just about to come, so I planted my mouth right on her clit and sucked strongly. She cried out, once, twice, and then again when I pushed my tongue back inside her pussy and twisted it around to lick as much of her as I could, taste all of her as I was able.

Angie drew a deep breath, and chuckled again. What is it with this woman and her laughter?

We lay together in the bed, Angie in my arms.

'Where the hell did you learn to do that?' she asked.

'I have no idea. It just seemed like a nice thing to do to you, after what you did to me.'

'Well Mr. Smarty, I have to tell you no one has ever made me come like you just did.'

'Happy to oblige. All part of the service.'

'And I have I told you, you have the cutest accent?'

'I don't have an accent,' I said.

'Where was it you grew up? Louisiana, Tennessee and Texas?'

'Yep.'

'Well, you do. I don't know what it is, but when you talk I can feel your voice inside me, you know?'

I placed my hand on her, and moved a finger up and down, massaging her.

'In here?'

She laughed.

'No, you bad man – oh!'

She couldn't talk for a moment, as my finger stroked her sensitive clit gently.

'Actually, maybe you're right,' and she gasped as I massaged her clit and pushed my thumb inside her pussy, the tip of it rubbing her G-spot, and I started to fuck her with my thumb.

'God, what are you doing?' she asked. 'That feels amazing.'

'I'm getting you ready so I can fuck you,' I said quietly in her ear, and then kissed and sucked on her lips again.

Her hand darted down and she grabbed me, gently but firmly.

'Where's a condom?' she asked. I pulled one from the drawer and handed it to her. First she took me in her mouth again, slathering my cock with saliva and making me rock hard. When she was happy, she wiped her saliva off, rolled the condom on, and pulled me up over her.

From above I watched her face when my cock met the entrance of her pussy, and watched her gasp in pleasure as I pushed the head in, just resting the corona inside her. Angie's legs wrapped around me, and following the pressure from her heels, I slid deeper into her in one slow but flowing movement that only ended when her head fell back on the pillow and she groaned so loudly I could feel it all the way back to my balls.

She looked in so much pain when I started to pull out, I had to stop and ask if she was alright.

'Jesus, don't fucking stop,' was all she could exclaim.

Every time I thrust into her, a groan was forced out of her mouth to heat the air. Each time I pulled out, her pussy would slide and grip and try to hang onto me, not relinquishing until the corona was pulled out. Then her heels would push me back in. A tiny bit faster each time. In and put, groaning and gripping, a little harder back in each time. My cock sliding into her, her pussy sucking me in further. I saw her nipples swell and a flush rise up her chest to her neck, and with each thrust into her, she started whispering 'fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck', and so I did, fucking her again and again, faster and harder until she came moaning and crying out in my ear, the contractions in her pussy holding me there, milking me, making me come too, and all I could see was her eyes.


When It Rains



It was a bright sunny April day, humid and even warmer than normal, and I was walking across a parking lot to get to the library across campus when out of nowhere the skies opened up and rain began pouring down. Big drops plopping down as a small gray cloud was overhead nowhere near the sun and I was on the verge of getting soaked. 

As luck would have it I spied my buddy's car that I has spent so many hours helping him repair, a behemoth '88 Buick station wagon parked just yards away. It truly was good fortune because I knew the locks on the rear doors didn't work so I ran to refuge from the cloudburst. 

Just as I slid onto the bench seat I was instantly pushed farther over to the middle on the seat and heard the door close. It took a second or two for me to activate and look to my right and see a woman next to me. When I saw the woman I understood how I had been moved so easily.

I didn't exactly know Janice though we had met once or twice because we have some mutual friends. She's a senior, a pleasant looking brunette and a big girl, like 5-11 tall and 235 pounds. I seem to remember her being a rugby player because I thought she must be pretty damn good at it at her size. 

As the rain pounded on the roof of the Buick I was getting my wits about me when Janice spoke, "I apologize for being inconsiderate but this rain caught me out and I was desperate for shelter and there you were, Marcus, right?"

I believe I replied, "Yes that's me. No harm no foul, we'll call it my good deed for the day."

"Just lucky your car was here." she said

"It's actually a friend's car but I don't think he'll object to providing some necessary coverage from the rain." I replied

OK, I thought, this shower shouldn't last long. It was then I took a look at Janice and realized she might have been late being saved. Because what I couldn't help noticing is that Janice has, to be polite, big honking jugs and she was wearing a white Old Style beer t-shirt without the benefit of a bra. So sitting next to me was the winner of just about any championship round of a wet T-shirt contest. That shirt was clinging to her awesome breasts like a wet white second skin and her wide brown nipples were highlighting how tremendously long and fat they are. 

I turned my gaze upward slightly to Janice's face and she was smiling, appreciating my stare I hoped. Because at this point I should interject that I'm a sophomore and while I consider myself dashingly handsome most others think I'm just so cute and all of 5-6 tall and weigh 145 pounds. 

Before I could think of something witty to say to Janice she put her left arm around my shoulder and leaned her head down towards mine. I was scared for an instant then as her lips came close to mine I realized I should relax and go for it. So I eased my face towards Janice's allowing us to kiss while turning my body slightly and moving my left hand towards her chest to take whichever of her fat jugs I got to in my hand. 

As we kissed and I had my hand on the biggest tit I had ever held Janice moaned her approval and opened her mouth to go for the tongue. I was quick to follow and we were on as the rain pelted the roof of the wagon. After a minute or so I felt Janice slide down against the seat back, her arm around my shoulder pushed me forward as she went down. I didn't fall off the seat but our lips stayed connected and my hand inadvertently shifted from one fat tit to the other. That being no problem for either of us. 

The back of Janice's shirt being as wet as the front allowed her to easily keep sliding until she was on her back and with our lips still locked in a deep French kiss I ended up lying on top of her. I don't think I lost contact with her tits for more than a second either. But when we stopped moving Janice laughed and as we both sort of came up for air she said, "Are you comfortable there Marcus?"

I kissed her nose playfully and replied, "Yeah I'm situated pretty good here Janice."

She then ground her fat jugs against my chest and reached around with her left hand and grabbed as much of my ass as it would grab and said, "Yes you are Marcus, I do like you right where you are." 

At about that time I noticed that the rain had stopped but didn't bother to mention it. I have to say even though I've never been into really big girls, and Janice is more than twice as big as the pint sized girls I usually date, I was good to continue right where I was.

And apparently Janice was of a similar mind because as she still had her hand on my ass, and maybe because I had both hands on her fat jugs, she said, "Well Marcus I would like to get more than I'm getting now, are you up for that?" 

Damn right I was, "Well my dorm is way across campus but we can hurry."

She then kissed me on the nose and said, "My apartment is only about a block and half from here so that's quicker."

"Of course quicker would be better, your apartment it is." I responded then we shifted awkwardly so we were both sitting up again. 

I actually thought of the walk over to Janice's apartment and remembered there were some towels in the back of the wagon. So I reached back to get one and draped it over Janice's shoulders and in front to cover her still wet shirt and obviously bountiful boobs. "Damn you are one thoughtfully sweet AND sexy morsel Marcus, it has been my lucky day finding you."

"I think luck is going my way too Janice." I replied. In our exchange I had ended up next to the door which I opened and held for Janice and we were off on a mad dash to her apartment. 

We got straight to the bedroom, a king bed, not the twin bed I've grown so accustomed to in the dorm. We were both out of our clothes in a flash and damn I saw I was going to have my hands full. Janice and our 90 pound weight differential appeared even bigger than I thought and I had to hope I could handle that much woman. 

Janice must have had confidence in me easing my stunned self onto the bed on my back and crawling up between my legs. Our difference in size was reinforced when Janice, on her knees, draped my legs over her shoulders and went down on me. 

Oh boy Janice knows her stuff, I was rock hard and it didn't take her long to take every bit of my seven inches deep in her mouth. It was a unique sight watching her head bob up and down and she sucked me off, my feet dangling behind her head over her back. Janice seemed to be enjoying herself as well, tickling my balls at times and rubbing my thighs. 

I wasn't sure how long I could hold out because this was sweet but Janice had a big move. She let my dick slip from her mouth, reached her arms around my thighs and said, "Lock arms with me Marcus." 

So I reached forward to grab her forearms as she did mine then Janice took my cock back into her mouth and pulled me by the arms. With my legs still on her shoulders and all seven inches of my dick in her mouth I was lifted completely off the bed. It was the most incredible feeling I have ever experienced, adrenaline shot through every inch of my body and I came with a river of cum that Janice swallowed like a thirsty champ. 

Janice released my cock then kissed, licked and sucked my balls for a minute or so, could have been an hour my head was spinning, before setting me back down on the bed. She was smiling and all I could manage to say was, "That was so awesome, you are so awesome."

She laughed and said, "Why thank you, it was something I just thought up but I liked it too. Now that we've gotten started are you game to keep going."

I excitedly replied, "You know it Janice."

With that Janice peeled my legs off of her shoulders and crawled up between my legs until her hands were past my head and her tits were hanging down right over my face. I have to admit I was dumbfounded, excited, intimidated and almost hyperventilating but with greatness staring me in the face I managed to reach up and guide one fat tit to my wide open mouth. I got as much of Janice's right tit in my mouth as I could fit and suckled like a newborn puppy as I cradled the left against my cheek. 

Oh God it was the most incredible thing to have so much tit flesh to play with. I paid homage to the right tit for quite a while then shifted to the left and caressed the right next to my face. As I sucked on the left I was trying to think of how else I could enjoy this magnificent pair of jugs I was so fortunate to have hanging in my face. I held them together and licked up the cleavage that went on forever then went back and forth quickly sucking one wide brown nipple then the other as I squeezed the fat flesh together. It was incredible.

I was in a daze when Janice asked, "Ever enjoyed a good tit slap Marcus?" 

"No I have not." I replied breathlessly, her question barely registering with me.

So Janice rose up slightly and shifted to her right then swung her pendulous breasts to the left. They smacked against the left side of my face turning my head slightly then before I could think she reversed and they hit my right cheek. Back and forth Janice must have slapped my face twenty five times with her massive fun bags and each one was exhilarating.

When Janice stopped she looked down at me, "I hope I didn't go too far Marcus, your face is red.

My cheeks were hot but my dick was hard so what's to complain about. "It stings a little but your tits came through just fine, they still look fabulous."

"Why thank you, I'm glad you had fun, I love that too." Then shaking her tits over my face she added, "These babies are all kinds of fun."

"Damn straight" I said. 

That's when Janice eased up and slid back sitting down on my stomach. If I needed to be reminded how completely dwarfed I was by Janice this was the latest reminder. Then she said, "OK Marcus you've been enjoying yourself but now it's time to show me some love. I hope you're ready and able to make a girl happy."

I had already given Janice's neatly trimmed bush a good look but already feeling her weight on top of me I was quite nervous about the next step. But that notwithstanding I wanted to go down on her so I said, "I'm not going anywhere Janice so let me at it."

With that Janice eased forward until her knees were next to my ears and her pussy met my chin and she sat down lightly, if that was possible, on my chest and I got going at her snatch. I quickly darted my tongue into her slit and licked my way to her clit. 

I think it was fortunate that Janice leaned forward to meet my tongue rather than sit back on my chest because when she came she kind of bounced above me. Had she been sitting on my chest I might have been in trouble. 

But there was no trouble from where I was I got to licking and probing with my tongue. When I kissed the insides of Janice's meaty thighs she pinched my head between them and it was like an eclipse of the sun as I was plunged into darkness. So I stuck to the sweet slit and it was the place to get busy. 

I was able to get my arms around Janice's hips and squeeze her big butt with both hands as I continued to lap away at her pussy. Like I said I've never been with a girl anywhere near as big as Janice but damn it was something special to grab that much ass. And it must have been to Janice's liking because she came for a second? Time I think. 

At least that's when Janice slid back sitting on my chest. Even though my face was really sweating and I was short of breath I could have continued munching her muff but she had other ideas. Janice climbed off of me and the bed got to the nightstand and took a condom out of the drawer. Her big soft body bouncing she returned to the bed, with me still on my back catching my breath, she took my already stiff cock in her hand and jacked me off for a few seconds before rolling the condom on me.

She then plopped down on the bed at my feet, her legs spread on either side of me and said, "OK big boy it's time to stick to the big girl. You have got me so hot Marcus I need you to give it to me hard and deep. Come on stud muffin fuck my brains out."

It took a half a second for me to scramble up and be on my knees between Janice's thick legs and have my dick aimed at her pussy that I had so enjoyed getting hot and wet. I eased the head between her puffy lips and having heard her desires loud and clear pushed in and got right to banging Janice's snatch for all I was worth. 

As I got going Janice raised her knees up so I was held in place then she rolled her hips from side to side. I put my arms around her thighs to not fall out of the saddle so to speak as she was basically taking me along for the ride as I continued to fuck her. It was wild to be tossed around but everything that happened today was part of a wild ride. 

I had never fucked a woman this hard, I felt like a human jackhammer pounding my dick into Janice's pussy. My body slamming into her, my balls slapping against her ass, all the sensations hitting me at the same time was mind blowing. One thought that did cross my mind was that I was proud of myself for being able to keep up with as much woman as Janice and she seemed to be getting off on it all as much as I was. 

Finally I couldn't old back any longer so I pushed all seven inches into Janice and paused. She must have sensed that I was ready to cum and she swung her legs around my body and squeezed me in a scissors. That was the final push I needed and I came like a cannon. After I was done Janice kept me locked between her thick legs for a while. The when she released me I just fell forward on top of her. 

I rested my head on her breasts as she hugged me with one arm and squeezed my ass with her other hand saying, "Damn Marcus you get the job done. I got to thank you, I haven't got fucked like that in I don't know how long."

My face buried in Janice's huge tits my muffled reply was "You're the best Janice I love every bit of you." 

Janice rubbed my back lovingly and gave my ass a squeeze saying, "I want to hang onto you Marcus, you could be a habit I don't want to break."



When It Rains



It's six o'clock and I'm still waiting on my five o'clock appointment. I hate doing business with people that don't know shit about being on time. It makes me feel like I've been stood up and in this case I basically have been. Just when I grab my bag to go my client is walking in. 

"I apologize for my tardiness Ms. Piedmont."

"You're an hour late Mr. Thomas, that is way beyond tardy. This is unprofessional and I can't have that in my business."

"I understand that ma'am and I should have called. Please give me at least ten minutes to win you over."

Although I don't appreciate him having me wait, I'll still give him a chance. I motioned for him to lead the way into the dining area of the hotel. He walked over to a secluded booth in the corner so we would have enough privacy. It took him a little longer than 10 minutes, but it was a good presentation nonetheless. He packed up his things and left, while I stayed behind for another drink. I picked up my bag and started walking towards the parking lot. I'm not even halfway to my car when it starts to pour down raining. 

I finally reach my car and I'm drenched. My red peplum shirt and black pencil skirt is clingy to my body. The little bit of makeup I have on is smeared across my hazelnut skin and my hair is no longer in the neat ponytail I once had. It's all frizzy and just looks a mess. Anyways I'm ready to get home and out of these clothes. I try to start my car and and nothing happens. I try it again and the same result. FUCK!! I left the light on and drained my damn battery. I go to call Triple A and great the that battery on my phone is dead. I punched my steering wheel in frustration and laid my head back on the headrest. There was a tap at my window. There was a woman standing there with an umbrella. I opened my door slightly. 

"Is everything okay?"

"No, my car won't start and my phone died so I can't call anyone."

"Come with me." She opened my door wider and held the umbrella over me so I wouldn't get wetter than I already was. I locked up my car and huddled under the umbrella with her as she led me back into the hotel. We got on the elevator and she pressed the button for the penthouse. Who is she to have the penthouse all to herself? When we walked into her apartment, I spotted a fireplace and immediately went over to get warm. 

"That'll only make it worse hun. Here, strip and put this on." She handed me a big tshirt and a pair of socks.

"Where is your restroom?" She pointed in the direction of the restroom and I left to get out of my wet clothes. When I came out she was wearing a pair of black short shorts and a sports bra. I hadn't really looked at her until now. She looked to be about 5'6"with this phat ass and thick long legs. Her hair was brown and came down to the top of her shoulders. She had almond shaped dark brown eyes and warm caramel skin. Her breast wasn't as big as mine, but they were plump and she had a pair of full lips that would have any guy begging for some good head. 

"Gimme your wet clothes and I'll dry them for you." I handed her my clothes and took a seat on the couch closest to the fireplace. She came back with a glass of wine. 

"Thanks."

"Your welcome. My name is Kymona (Kih-mo-na) by the way."

"Kymona?"

"Yes, I'm mixed with chinese and jamaican. I guess my parents thought it was okay."

"Oh okay well my name is Jazmine,but I prefer to go buy Jazz."

"Nice to meet you Jazz."

"Same here and thanks for helping me. I'll be sure to call Triple A first thing in the morning and get out of your way."

"There's no rush hun, trust me."

For a while we sat in silence. There was a hint of seduction in her voice when she said that and the way she was looking at me didn't make it any better. If I didn't know any better I would say Kymona was attracted to women. I finished the last of my wine and sat the glass on the floor. I remembered my charger in my purse and found the nearest outlet to plug in my phone. I could feel her eyes burning a hole in me every time I made a movie. Finally she broke the awkward silence between us. 

"Who you like to come to my room and watch some TV?"

"Sure, I'll take a little more wine to please." 

She grabbed the bottle of wine out of the kitchen and led the way to the bedroom. I sat on the edge of the california king size bed while she sat up against the headboard. She flipped through the channels unto we both agreed on Law & Order SVU. Everything was quiet until a loud thunder sounded throughout the room and lightning struck causing the power to go out. 

"Ooh shit!!" I screamed.

I heard Kymona giggle through the darkness. "You okay Jazz?"

"Yeah, I just hate this kind of weather. It still scares me a little bit."

"You'll be fine. Come follow me." I felt her hand on mind as she led me back out to the front where the fireplace was still lit. "Sit here, I'll be back." She left and came back with two blankets and a small portable speaker. She laid one blanket on the floor for us to lay on and the other one was covering us. She played soothing R&B music from her phone through the portable speaker. Seeing as we had nothing else to do, we talked and got to know each other. The conversation was going well until thunder roared again causing me to cuddle closer to her than I intended. So maybe I was more than afraid, but who cares? I looked up to see her brown eyes peering into mine. 

"Sorry I didn't mean..." she cut me off. 

"It's cool. Can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"Have you ever been with a woman sexually?"

"No. Never even thought about it. I mean what kind of satisfaction can come from someone that has the same thing as me?"

"Sensual, stimulating, mind numbing satisfaction."

"Are you a lesbian?"

"Yes."

"Uhmm I think I should go. No offense to you it's just something I'm not trying to get into." Just when I was about to move, the sounds of thunder sent me back into her arms. This time she grabbed me by my waist and wrapped her left leg around my right. She looked into my eyes again this time with more seduction than before. Her hand moved up from my waist and grabbed the side of my face. She gently pecked my lips and pulled me in closer. 

Words can't explain this vibe that you've given me baby

Above every ocean higher than a soaring place

Is where you'll find me and my baby

Just like the stars in the sky, I hope you know you shine so bright to me

My only wish before I die, is that you able to spend your life with me

Tink's song lullaby starting blaring from her speakers. She was singing my exact feelings at that moment. Her lips were so soft against mine. I pulled away to speak.

"Kymona I shouldn't do this."

"Sshh. Just try it with me tonight Jazz and if you not feeling it I'll stop." With that said she went back to kissing me. This time I kissed her back and I felt the tongue ring that I hadn't noticed before. Unconsciously my hands wrapped around her waist and travelled down to that round ass. She slowly positioned herself on top of me and I wrapped my arms around her neck to deepen the kiss. I swear it was nothing like how I kissed my ex boyfriends in the past. She actually took her time with me. She sat up and told me to take off the t-shirt she had given me. I did as she asked. For a while Kymona glared at my body and it made me feel a little self conscious at first. She leaned forward removing my bra straps and twisting the back of my bra to the front to unclasp it, all while glaring into my eyes. She gently pushed me back and got up to take off my panties. I was fully naked and feeling very vulnerable to a complete stranger. 

There's something in this liquor

The air is getting thicker

I can't help but to stare at you, oh yeah, girl what did you do?

Tell me what did you slip up in my cup?

Girl, cause I want you, oh yeah

I had a little bit too much girl, so come over here

Chris Brown couldn't be anymore right at this moment. The air had gotten thicker and I feel like I could barely breathe. Kymona ran her gentle hands against my body starting from stomach and working its way up to my perfectly shaped D-cup titties. She brought her index finger up to my lips. 

"Open your mouth." I did what she asked. "Suck on it." I slowly sucked on it and her twirled my tongue around it. She bit her bottom lip and moaned in satisfaction. "Damn baby I didn't realize your sexy ass dimples until now," she said while removing her now wet finger from my mouth. She stood up to remove her clothes. I don't know what came over me but I leaned in to kiss and lick on her inner thighs. I look up to see her seductively licking her lips. She came back down and kissed on my neck. The kisses trailed down from my neck to her kissing my nipples. Eventually I could feel the rapid movement of her tongue ring increasing on my nipple. She repeated this same step to my other nipple. All I could do was toss my head back in ecstasy. This shit was feeling so damn good. Her mouth travelled down to my stomach. She continued until she was down to my inner thighs. I was anticipating her next move. 

"You ready, Jazz?"

"Yesss." 

Before it her tongue ring made contact with my clit. She alternated between kissing and sucking it. My back arched off the floor and my hands went to grab for her hair. She grabbed my thighs and pressed them to the floor to keep me from closing in on her face, it's a good thing I'm flexible. Her tongue slid from my clit and made its way deep in my pussy. I was wet when we first started so I know whenever she got done her face would be soakin' wet. Her long lashes fluttered as she looked up while tongue fucking my pussy. 

"Oh my god Ky. Baby wait a minute." I could barely catch my breath. 

"Feels good don't it baby?"

"Mmmm yesss baby yesss." I started to grind my pussy against her face. This was the best head I had ever gotten. Within seconds she switched it up and I felt her insert two fingers in my pussy. Her thumb was rubbing my clit and she used her other hand to caress my stomach and occasionally pinch my nipples. I swear I never felt so much pleasure at one time in my life. Kymona increased the speed of her fingers. My mind was in haze and I felt like I couldn't take it anymore. I tried to scoot away from her and escape her fingers. 

"Where you going Jazz? I know you ain't running from me?"

"oooohhhh shiiiiittt baby hold on. I can't...oh my god."

"You can't what boo?" She came pulled me up to kiss her. As her tongue invaded my mouth I could taste some of my pussy juice that was leftover. That shit turned me on even more. In the heat of it all I threw caution to the wind and finger fucked her pussy. I mimicked everything that she was doing to me. She moaned against my lips and gently tugged at my bottom lip with her teeth. I broke our kiss when I took her nipple into my mouth. They were the perfect size for sucking on.

"Yesssss Jazz, just like that baby. That shit feels so good." 

You feeling my body, you making me naughty, I'm doing everything I don't do

It must be the weather that brought us together cause baby, it just makes me want you

Oh up under me especially when it's thundering

Said that I was done, but it's crazy what we do when

Tink was right. Had it not rained and I wasn't caught up in the position I was earlier, I may not have gotten the chance to experience this beautiful night. Kymona was bringing the true freak out of me and I was enjoying every second of it. I continued finger fucking her pussy and I reached around to smack that juicy ass of hers. 

"Ooh FUCK!! That shit turns me on. Do it again please."

"You like me smacking ya ass Ky."

"Yesss baby." I felt myself getting closer and closer to my climax. I need to cum NOW!! I guess Kymona was feeling the same as me. She stopped fingering my pussy and starting scissoring me. I could feel her clit rubbing against mine as she grinded against me. My right leg was up on her shoulder and I got a perfect view of her ass. I smacked her ass again only to make her speed up. I could hear the wetness from our pussies kisses each other. 

"Fuck fuck fuck...I'm bout to cum. Don't stop, make me cum baby."

"Pull my hair Jazz." I did what she asked and that seemed to turn her on more. She started kissing on my leg and clawing at my thigh. "Shit I'm cumming Jazz, I'm cumming. Fuuuuuccckkkkk!!" She squirted all over my pussy. A few seconds later I was creaming all over hers. She sat on top of me a while causing our juices to mix. She eventually collapsed on the floor next to me, still shaking from her orgasm. I leaned down far enough so I was able to lick our sweet mixture from her pussy. Her body jerked at the contact of my tongue. I went back up to kiss her and let her taste our creation. I smiled at her showing my perfect dimples slightly impressed by my actions. She covered us up in the blanket and held me as she drifted off to sleep. The only sounds to fill the room were the crackling sounds of the fire, thunder here and there, and the light snores that escaped Kymona lips. I buried my face in the crook of her neck and whispered, "I hope it never stops raining."



When It Rains At Midnight



The scent of jasmine mingled with the lavender that grew along the garden path and blended with the fading scent of the last of the roses to bloom that year, their shape barely discernable in the weak moon light that struggled through the clouds. Thunder rumbled in the distance as she took a seat on the stone bench and shifted to watch for the next blaze of lightening. A breeze had come up swirling the scents of the garden path into a heady potion that filled her imagination with visions of naked lover's passioned embraces and sweet kisses. A longing settled around her heart and she waited knowing he would come as the cool dampness of the mists that gathered along the ground would change to the softest of rain. 

The minutes passed and the clouds thickened pulling the shadows closer around her, cloaking the night in darkness, closing out the rest of existence, weaving a cocoon of time around her. This mists played along the walkway, curling between the roses, twining up the vines of jasmine, reaching tendrils toward her. Lightening split the sky again, the flash illuminating the beginnings of a shape, a figure, on the far side of the circle that was at the center of the garden. 

The circle was of paving stones worn and ancient, their pattern forming a symbol who's meaning was long forgotten. At the center of the circle stood a chiseled stone torch some 8 feet in height. Writing in the same style as the one that formed the pattern in the stepping stones were carved around the base and again around the bowl that held a flame. The flame flickered and whipped in the breeze as if to dance in delight at the prospect of his arrival. The shadows scattered by the flame capered joyously around the edge of the circle among the trees. 

Thunder, close now, drummed his arrival. The mist swirled around her legs caressing her as softly as a lover, she shivered at its coolness. Her skirts fluttered against her thighs and she relaxed against the carved back of the bench. She watch the figure form, his height grew out of the mists, his cloak shaped from the shadows. He extended his arms and flexed his fingers. Slowly he raised his head. A smile spread across his face when he saw her waiting on the bench, the lacy white of her dress playing gently against her body in the warm breeze. 

As the moments neared midnight the blinding flash of lightening revealed his face to her. A face she knew well, one she saw in her dreams, a face she awoke wishing she would find on the pillow next to her and knowing that would never be in this life. She stood and stepped closer to the figure. The crack of thunder seemed to start his heart, to grant him leave to live for these next few hours. He stepped toward her and as his time crossed to hers at midnight he folded her into his arms as the first drops of rain began to fall. 

Droplets of rain sparkled in her hair like diamonds. They clung to her eyelashes reflecting the flame of the torch giving vision to the fires of passion that were ignited as his arms circled her and drew her into the warmth of his embrace. She looked up at him and said "I've missed you these long months." 

Sliding his hand up her back he cradled her head in his hand, the silken feel of her hair as it slipped through his fingers settled the reality of her in his soul. In his time she was a dream, a ghost that came to the garden on the darkest of nights here in the golden light of the flame within the circle of the stones. Only stepping from the shadows when the rain washed the barrier of time from between them. When the rain stopped she would dissolve into mist and slip from him leaving only her essence in his heart. 

Rain drops glistened on her lips and he bent his head to kiss her, the rain sweet on his tongue as he tasted her mouth. He felt her sigh against his lips and drew her breath into his lungs. The scent of her filled him with desire, a need to join with her, to combine their existences for the few short moments when time ceased and eternity held its breath. She stroked a hand up his chest marveling at the feel of the cloth, the warmth of his skin beneath it, the movement of muscle, the solid feel of him against the palm of her hand, across his shoulder and up his neck to bury her fingers in the dampening softness of his hair. Pressing into his kiss, pulling him tighter against her she savored the taste of his tongue, the texture of his lips, the smell of the rain as it blended with his own. She memorized the textures as they pressed against her; the velvet of his cloak, the stubble on his cheek, the welcoming softness of his lips, the strength of his arms that held her tight against the heat of his body. 

The rain began to soak through their clothes, but they had learned through the years that they couldn't hide from it and so had grown to revel in its feel, the cold of the winter to the warmth of the summer rains, the wet ceased to matter, it was part of their time together. He took his cloak off spreading it on the paving stones and she sat on the edge of it and waited as he unlaced his shirt and pulled it off over his head. He toed off his boots and set them by the discarded shirt.

Once several years ago he had tossed his shirt onto the bench and it had slipped from the edge and vanished into the darkness on the other side. He had never recovered the garment and didn't know that she had found it that next morning. It was frayed and yellowed, the lace at the cuffs rotten with age. She had taken it into the house and sealed it in a plastic bag keeping it in the back of one of her drawers under her silk slips.

He knelt in front of her and brushing a wet strand of hair from her neck he kissed her there, trailing his tongue along the side, feeling the quickening of her pulse, listening to the deepening of her breathing. His fingers worked at the buttons on the front of her blouse. He pulled it from her shoulders licking the rain from her skin as he did, savoring the taste of her, the velvet feel of her flesh against his tongue. He watched as her eyes darkened with desire. He traced the delicate bone from her shoulder to the base of her throat, and rubbed the pad of his thumb against the hard pulse that beat in its little hollow. Rain that had puddled there trickled down her chest between her breasts and his fingers followed it. 

She sat still, absorbed in the feel of his hands on her, the heat of his tongue on her shoulder, the gentle stroke of his fingers at her neck. She felt the heat of her need for him burst into flame as he stroked a rivulet of rain down her chest as one would strike a match to ignite it. She leaned against his side and licked rain from his neck and shoulder. The taste of salt from his skin sent tingles of pleasure down her spine. The wetness of the strings at the front of his breeches made them difficult to untie and he brushed her hands away and undid the stubborn laces himself. She sat and watched as his pushed the breeches down his legs, her mouth watered at the site of his stiff manhood as he pulled the pants off and cast them in the direction of his shirt and boots. 

He reached for her to draw her under him, but she stood and slowly, teasingly, slipped her skirt down over her stomach and stepped out of it leaving the filmy lace panties in place. He liked those, he liked to toy with her through them, run his fingers long the edges of the lace just brushing the opening to her sex, teasing her to full arousal, savoring the wetness of her. He pulled her under him, against the heat of his body, partly sheltering her from the rain. Her arms circled him and pulled him tighter against her, the feel of his chest against her breast was heaven, she could feel the beat of his heart against her own, feel the increase in his breathing, and looking up she saw the flush of desire on his face. A droplet of rain dripped from the end of his nose onto her eyelid and she laughed. 

"Sorry," he said smiling down at her, "how uncouth of me to drip on you." And he leaned forward and licked it off her cheek. Then licked the rain from her lips and when she parted them he kissed her deep and hard, pouring all the pent up passion of the previous months into it, submerging himself in the taste of her, in the feel of her, pushing aside the knowledge that this exquisite wonder he held in his arms would only be his for a few short moments and then she would vanish like a wisp of a cloud on a hot day when the rain ceased. 

She felt the cool wetness of his back as it moved under her hands. She played them down to the curve of his butt, the firmness of his thighs pressed tight to hers, the hardness of his excitement trapped between them rubbing against the mound of her womanhood. He rolled onto his side pulling her with him. Stroking his hand down the slender curve of her back he slid his hand under the delicate lace of her panties and pushed them down. She raised one leg stroking it along his thigh savoring the tickling of the rain soaked hair that covered his legs. He tugged the panty off over her toes and traced the bottom of her foot with his fingers. 

She jerked her foot aside and giggled, then hooked her toe in the panties and pulled them the rest of the way down and off. Her legs free the restraint she wrapped one leg around his waist and pulled him hard against her, rubbing herself against his cock. The hard length of him sliding between her legs pressing at the opening to her body stoked the burning embers to flame. He pushed her shoulder to the ground and claimed a nipple sucking it hard into his mouth. Playing the tip with his tongue, she moaned her pleasure against his ear. 

It was a sound he craved, the memories of it would awaken him in the night and he would feel her absence like a sharp knife stabbed between his ribs. He would relive their last encounter in his mind replaying the sounds of her rapid breathing, the quiet moans of her pleasure that grew in strength as she neared her climax while he pleasured himself imposing the sounds of her over his own soft moans, replacing the rhythmic strokes of his own hand with the delicate touch of hers, with the feel of her body as he slid into the warm depth of her until he reached his own fulfillment and could sleep. Some nights it didn't ease the emptiness and he would walk in the garden drawing in the scents of the flowers and pulling the memories around him like a cloak, a shield against the loneliness until the next time it would rain. 

She buried her fingers in the damp curls at the nape of his neck arching against his mouth feeling her nipple harden at the contact of his warm tongue and the contrast of the cool skin from his breath on her dampened flesh. The hunger for her growing to a fever pitch he rolled over her slipping his hands under her shoulders and cradling her head in his hands. Taking most his weight on his arms he moved above her, pressing the length of his body to hers, memorizing the feel of her smallness under him, as it fit against him, filling the hollows of his own form with the soft roundness of hers. 

He shifted his arm fully under her shoulder and tightened his grip, stroking his free hand down her side marveling that the curve of her butt filled his hand perfectly, he pulled her leg up and over his waist. Reaching around her leg he positioned his cock at the welcoming opening to her body, the slick wetness inviting him to complete their union. 

The feel of his hand sliding down her back and over her butt hypnotized her, suspended her, she could hear the hard beat of her own heart inside her ears. She was captive against his chest, secure and protected, the heat of his need warming her against the coolness of the rain. He kissed her, his tongue stroking hers, his breath quick and hot on her cheek. She could do little but cling to him, wait for him to enter her, to become part of her, to complete her. His hand caressing her thigh and tugging her leg up and over his waist thrilled her and raised the urgency of her want for him. She felt him position his cock at her opening and shifted her hips to widen the entry for him. 

Raising his head he studied her face, the flush of color on her cheeks, the bright glisten of desire in her heavy lidded eyes, her lips parted, reddened and moist from their kisses, the rapid beat her heart in the hollow of her throat. He felt her breasts quiver against his chest in hurried pants of her breath. With slow deliberateness he joined her to him watching her face as he pressed forward, her eyes darkened and the lids slowly closed as he fully imbedded himself. 

Studying his face poised above her feeling his cock poised at her wet opening stirred the emotions to boiling, pushed the craving for completion to its peak. She tightened her leg around his waist and pulled him closer. She felt him tense, the muscles under her hands stiffen and quiver. The world disappeared and time ceased to exist as he entered her, the slow deliberate joining drove all else from her but him, he filled her body, he filled her mind, he filled her soul. She ended and her ending became a new being, became them. Blissful rapture flooded through her at their completion, their union, their oneness. He was woven into her, a perfect blending and when he left her he would leave empty spaces that only he could fill, hollows that would ache for his return. Hollows the sound of thunder would fill with echoes of desire, that lightening would expose with blinding flashes, empty corridors that would flood with want when the rains came in daylight and she would pray for the storms to continue into the night. 

She moved under him, pushing up against him, arching her back, exposing the sensual curve of her neck, tempting his mouth to taste the sweetness of her flesh, stroking him a little in and out. His hand grabbed her butt and held her still, held her hard against him, he wanted to savor the warmth of her as she surrounded him, feel the pulse of her in the tiny contractions of muscle that held him sheathed within her. The power of their joining always filled him with overwhelming joy. He had to let it settle, reign in the drive to thrust into her until he reached climax. He didn't want it to be over to soon, he wanted it to last, he wanted time to discover all the sensations, to learn them, to memorize them, to savor them, to hold them close for all the barren time in between. 

When at last he was able to move she had relaxed against him. He lowered his head and breathed in her scent, it renewed his desire and he thrust into her, slowly increasing the intensity, the speed, feeling the muscles inside her respond to him, grasp him, stroke him. He felt the hot fluid of her excitement coat him, warm him. Her moans spurred him to deepen his thrusts, and he gathered her closer whispering her name over and over. 

The friction of his thrusts inside her pushed her closer to the edge, her name whispered in her ear sent thrills racing from her heart to her center. She felt the contraction of the muscles in her stomach begin, her heart pounded in rhythm to his strokes, she met each thrust with her own, encouraging the speed, racing toward the crest of their passion. She reached the summit and cried out his name as she plunged headlong into the chasm, the force of the fall took her breath away. He felt the spasms of her climax and relaxed his tight control on his own, the tightening in his groin built and the release of it sent tingling ripples through his core, each quiver of her orgasm sparked a response in him, heightening his sensations, echoing them back to her. Until the ripples of ecstasy thinned and faded, slowed and shuddered to an end leaving them both spent. Their breathing slowed and the throbbing need of desire sated. 

Thunder rumbled in the distance. He felt the first tremble of her weeping, and tightened his arms around her. "I won't let you go this time." He murmured.

She buried her head against his neck and inhaled the scent of him, his scent mingled with the rain and the flowers and damp earth. The rain began to lighten, the droplets smaller and less frequent. Arms wrapped tightly around his neck she prayed for a solution, for a miracle, for a bridge through time, for an understanding of how this could be, for strength to go on until next they could be together. He held her and felt her hot tears trickle down the side of his neck and vowed to find a way. He cursed heaven and hell, he swore to any deity that might listen to overthrow eternity if they took her again. As the rain lessened and thunder sounded farther in the distance he felt her fade, felt her grow thin and she tightened her grip on his back, he felt her nails scratch the flesh. He clutched her against his chest. Tangling his fingers in her hair he tilted her head back and kissed her as she grew fainter and vanished into mist. 

He sat back on his knees raised his fists to heaven and screamed "NO" into the vastness of eternity. Staggering to his feet he clutched the base of the torch and howled her name to the flame. He walked to edge of the flickering light and stepped into the darkness. Frigid cold slammed into him and sucked his breath away. There was darkness and absolute silence, his screams blotted out by the void the instant he gave voice to them. He felt the flesh wither on his bones, felt it dry and crumble and blow away as dust in a wind. Felt himself scatter through infinity and fall into time.

Suddenly it was light, it was day and the garden was around him, he was kneeling by a rose bush, shiny metal shears in his hand. The smells of the garden path familiar and comforting filled his nose, a butterfly floated and settled on a rose by his hand. It sat and flexed its wings. It drifted away when he reached to touch it. 

He filled his hand with earth and let it sift through his fingers. It was real, it felt real, but the stones he knelt on were old, and worn. The stone bench was broken on one corner and the scroll work on the back was chipped and faded. He wore a course blue fabric on his legs and a soft white short sleeved laceless shirt. 

Sometimes she would take the shirt of his she had found long ago into the garden and wonder if it would be possible to give it back, and would it return to its near new condition or would it just vanish with the mists. But if she returned it she would have nothing, nothing to hold, to reassure herself that it was real, that he was real, that she wasn't crazy. The age of the garment left her to believe he would be unable to cross the barrier and live, and chances were she would be unable to as well. And so she had accepted their time as it came and harbored it in her heart as she did the aged shirt in her bureau. 

They had been together last night in the storm and this morning had found her despondent and longing for him. She had taken the shirt with her to the garden to sit on the bench and remember him. She didn't see the kneeling man as she approached the circle, he was behind the torch. 

He heard her footsteps and turned to see who was coming. The sight of her transfixed him, he was afraid to move, afraid she would turn to vapor and disappear once again. She walked to the stone bench and sat quietly on its edge. Unzipping the plastic pouch she pulled an edge of the shirt from it and ran her fingers lightly along the lace at the cuff. He recognized the lace, it had been made by his mother and stitched to the shirt he had lost to the darkness in the garden on one of their times together. 

Watching her brush away a tear he stepped closer to her, uncertain if this were a dream, a vision that would disappear if he awoke. She sniffed and whispered his name, tilted her head back, closed her eyes and surrounded herself with the memories of the night before. He moved to stand in front of her, drinking in her appearance. She was even lovelier in daylight, the vivid auburn of her hair seemed to glisten with sparks of fire in the sunlight, her skin had a glow of health and tiny freckles dotted across her nose. Her lips were rosy and full and he was suddenly over come with the need to kiss her again. He wanted to touch her, to hold her, to make sure this was real, this was now. But he didn't want to startle her, so softly as a rustle of the leaves in a light summer breeze he whispered "I'm here. Open your eyes."




When It Rains At Midnight



She stopped breathing and listened. The voice has seemed real enough, but how could that be? It must have been a daydream, a manifestation of her hearts desire. She whispered his name again quiet as a prayer "Oh how I wish.." 

"Tell me your wish, my lady and I will give it to thee." He said quietly and gently laid a hand over the one that held his shirt as he sat down on the bench beside her. 

She started at his touch and hesitantly opened her eyes. He smiled at her and she blinked, closed her eyes again and opened them slowly. "Are you real?" She asked barely able to breath. 

"I seem to be as real as you are." He brushed a tear from her cheek and rubbed the moisture between his thumb and forefinger. "As real as your tears."

She reached out a trembling hand and with uncertain fingers touched his face and felt the stubble of beard there. "How can this be? Your shirt is old and the fabric is brittle with age, the lace rotten with time and yet you're... you're the same." 

"I know not how this is, and I will not question it. I will but accept this gift of fate, this forgiveness of time." He sat still studying her face and the emotions that raced across it. In the day light her eyes were a crystal sapphire blue and he wondered what color they would turn when he made love to her. She blushed and smiled at him and he realized that the thought must have been plain of his face. 

She took his face in both her hands and leaned toward him to kiss him. His arms were instantly around her lifting her onto his lap. His lips were hot and insistent, her arms tight around his neck. Breaking the kiss she rubbed her cheek against his. "Ow," she said rubbing her cheek, "you need a shave." She laughed and ran a finger down his cheek

"I'm afraid, my lady, I come with only what you see. My straight razor is in another time." He laughed and hugged her to him. 

She stood and held out her hand to him, "Wait until you see the razors we have today."



When It Rains It Pours



Part 1

When It Rains It Pours

I've always been one of those people who love the rain; it could rain for weeks sometimes before I would wish for sun. What I love about rainy days is when it becomes a storm; there is something about lightning and thunder that has always made me feel so alive. Some of my most daring adventures have been during a rainstorm and tonight was no different.

My boss, as usual, had me working late. It was my birthday and once again my plans had been cancelled due to a heavy workload. Jason had a way about him that made you love to hate him. He was always about business and never seemed to care much about people's feelings or personal lives, and when it came to business Jay didn't mind being a complete asshole. Except with me. Our relationship was undeniably mutual give and take- everyone in the office knew this. In the six months I've worked at this talent agency Jason and I have had a plethora of arguments, all ending in my triumph; something the rest of the office was not used to. Everyone says that before I was hired Jason fired an assistant a week. He didn't like being corrected or called on his shit. Little did he know when he hired me that I have a small fetish for ball busting and an unmatched work ethic to boot which means I always speak my mind and NEVER get fired. I actually get quite a kick out of our little public shouting matches in the office at the end of the day- he always saw it my way and was a better man for it.

The truth of the matter was Jason is a very attractive man and on my worse day I'd fuck his brains out. He was always well dressed and smelled absolutely unforgivable. He was wearing my favorite suit today, the same grey suit he was wearing the day I interviewed for the job. It consisted of a pair of grey dress pants, a grey vest and white button-up shirt (he always rolled the sleeves up, revealing his toned forearms). The rest of his clothes did a horrible job of hiding the rest of his muscular frame; even his least revealing attire could not hide his broad, rounded, shoulders, wide, hard back and defined chest. He was beautiful with his smooth dark brown complexion, just enough facial hair to let you know he was all man, long manicured dreadlocks that at work were always styled neatly, and as if that wasn't enough he also had the most intense bushy eye brows that made every expression on his face well conveyed. To complete his already perfect face were dark brown eyes that were deep and intoxicating. His body was so well sculpted and powerful that in our last office fight we got so close we were almost touching and I half wanted him to lift me up, throw me on the desk, tear off my blouse and take me right there. I didn't care who could be watching. Jason's body always swelled up when we fought and he was angry like the Incredible Hulk. Regardless of my attraction to him, I always remained professional, even while standing my ground. 

Lucky for Jason I respected his work ethic as much as he respected mine or I would be out somewhere getting as drunk as humanly possible. Even if it was a Thursday, I was determined to celebrate my birthday like only I could and, until recently, that did not include being at work at 1am. However, when Jason approached me this afternoon about the chance that Carmen Leslie was interested in being represented by Best in town talent agency, we knew we had to get our meeting planned out down to every detail. Rumour had it that Carmen was going to be the best teen sensation since Hannah Montana, and if she signed with us every hot teen with a dream would be dying to work with us. I couldn't let Jason down and knew that being a part of this deal would look awesome on my resume, not to mention when ever Jason asked me to stay late, he stayed late even further, proving his unrelenting dedication to his career and future. I was all in. But of course once under pressure Jason became a dictator and an UN-reasonable fucking bastard.

"Pam did you call and reserve the conference room at Legacy Hotel- you know how hard it is to get their room on short notice and if we don't ..."

"It's done; I handled that as soon as you told me Carmen was coming-"

As always I was calm cool and collected. It was under control.

"Fine."

That's all he said. Not 'great', or 'you are the best', which I already know I am but all he could say was 'fine'?

"Okay how about lunch? I told you the girl is from a small town. I read in teen Cosmo the girl said she wants nothing more than her first taste of authentic New York pizza and we gotta be the ones to give it to..."

"I ordered a pizza in just about every combination I could think of and some I just made up". I was feeling extremely confident and hopeful that tonight might actually end sooner than I thought and I might be able to celebrate my now belated birthday.

"Okay, now tell me, did you arrange for the white Hummer Limo to pick her up at the airport? Tell me you got the fucking Hummer- the Hummer and Pizza are deal makers and breakers for this girl!"

Now, one thing Jason didn't know about me is that I'm on a mission to save the planet and the last thing I plan on doing is renting a fucking Hummer so this teen queen can ride around New York further butt-raping Mother Earth with every mile- hell fucking no!!!

"Jay, I didn't get the damn Hummer and I don't intend to. Carmen doesn't need a Hummer to ride around in, she needs a cool tour of New York and I'm gonna be the one to give it to her. I'm not renting a fuckin' Hummer for Miss Teen Queen because those things are fucking up the environment and they use a hell lot of gas. Fuck, I have an awesome car, especially for a 16 year old to ride around in... Shit, I didn't ride around in a Hummer when I was 16, I rode the fuckin' bus; when I was 17 rode Mark..." I was already fuming just thinking about the privileged breed of kids nowadays.

"Please, tell me... you're fucking kidding me?!" Jason's eyes had fire in them and the silence and tension would have made a weaker woman slightly frightened.

"Serious as a heart attack." I waited and Jason stared at me like I was speaking a foreign language, squinting at me, disgusted.

"Fuck! Pamela!!!" Jason threw a stack of papers and began to pace. He pulled his hair out of its neat style and let it fall. As he paced he began scratching his head, something I've see him do every time he got stressed. I almost felt bad; once again he wasn't seeing it my way, though he would soon.

"Jay, look-"

"JASON! I'm your boss remember? Or maybe you don't- maybe that's just the problem! Maybe you are getting a little too comfortable with the breathing room I've been giving you- apparently that's getting in the way of business!" Jason was taking the wheel on this argument and I let him. I didn't do as he asked, but then again I was also doing what I knew was best. I let him vent before I continued.

"Are you done?" I asked- not because I cared. 

"Fuck no Pamela, I'm just getting started! Its 1:15 in the god damn AM how are we gonna get this Hummer by 10am? Explain that shit-"

"I don't intend to get the Hummer. I thought I was already clear on that." Again calmly I said this. I could tell he was about to blow.

"Fuck are you deaf!? Why are you responding nonchalantly? I said to get the fucking Hummer, you go against your boss's orders for what, the fucking environment, you don't want a Hummer because of gas and pollution- Pamela what the fuck is wrong with you? We're not gonna get the deal with Carmen because of this shit, we're gonna look like a low ball agency and screw up the chances of getting the best client we could ever have! I swear to fucking god I shoulda fired you 30 times already!" He was standing extremely close again and I could smell his cologne, feel the heat coming from his body. He, of course, was now swollen and inflated like a balloon ready to burst. I was turned on and pissed off at the same time I didn't know which emotion to go with first so I did what came naturally to me.

"Okay Jason?" I said his name sarcastically. "I'm your assistant. I'm here to assist you, not take your fucking orders. Besides the fact that this agency can't afford to rent Hummers for the day, I feel that it's a waste of money, along with my disgust for what those things are doing to the environment. I plan to pick Carmen up tomorrow and show her the city like it should be seen- through the eyes of a born New Yorker. She's gonna love it and- like you- she's gonna love me. You think I should have been fired 30 times? Then fire me right now, because in case you didn't get the memo it's my Fucking birthday day, and I've spent it here with you trying to get ready to close the deal with Teen Queen, and, in case you didn't know, because of me we're gonna close that fucking deal in the morning, without adding to the catastrophic deterioration of the planet! So not only did I waste my birthday here with you, working on something it took me 14 minutes to setup on my lunch break, but I saved you 1,200 bucks while I was at it. So, --JASON-, unless you have something else to say, there's a drink across town with my name on it and I like my drinks cold, so I'll be leaving now you fuckin' ungrateful bastard!"

I was so pissed I was burning hot; I always get hot when I'm angry. Jason was still standing close to me. We were toe to toe and there was dead silence. All that could be heard now was the loud pouring rain outside and, just as I was becoming aware of how thick the silence and tension was, I heard the thunder and the lightning flashed through the office window. We stood there both fuming and frustrated at each other, our tempers once again bringing us to this point, both of us wondering what was next- who would make the next move and what would it be.

Still staring and breathing hard, Jason grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to him. I was weak at his touch, that I had both expected and was startled by. His hands were as strong as I always knew they would be, strong and gentle. I looked at him, shocked. He looked at me with the same intense eyes he had just seconds ago, but this time they were intense with desire and I was ready to fulfill his each and every one. He was squeezing my arm so hard it began to hurt, but I liked it. I wanted him to squeeze the rest of me like this, and the closer he held me the more I learnt about him. I could feel his erection between us and gasped, but moved closer. Both of us were breathing heavily, still worked up. He moved his hands now from my arms, and placed one on the back of my neck and the other around my waist, pulling me as close as possible. With the hand on the back of my neck he pulled me in and kissed me softly and forcefully. I have never been kissed this way. I was so turned on now, more than I'd been my entire life. The kiss we shared was wet, warm, and sensual. Our mouths danced loosely and slowly in what I hoped was an endless tango. He tasted so sweet; I wanted to taste more of him. I could still feel his erection rubbing between my thighs, so I moved my hands from the desk and unzipped his pants. His dick popped out like it was waiting to be freed from its cage. Reaching inside his pants, I squeezed him gently. He groaned the most primal groan I've ever heard from a man. He was a caveman- just what I needed. He was so warm in my hands; I wanted him inside of me. I felt urgent.

"Jay I...." He put his hand to my lips to stop me from speaking.

"Shhhh... This is a long time coming, let's just..." Before he could finish speaking, I grabbed his face and we connected for another kiss. But this time there would be no stopping. The second time around the kiss was even better; like old lovers we already knew the rhythm and the pace we loved. I felt my panties become moist as he kissed me and squeezed my ass, tightly pulling me into his erection. The heat coming from his hard dick made me crave him in my mouth, but as usual I used restraint. As we kissed I stroked him, taking in all the glorious details. His dick was magnificent in every way; it was strong, thick and long. I knew he would be busting out charkas; I would be meeting my maker tonight. I ran my hands over the head of his dick and it stood at attention. I was moaning in anticipation. Still in a passionate kiss we explored each other finally, until he ripped my blouse open just as I had fantasized many times before. Reaching back and undoing my bra so that it fell to the ground, he kissed me, biting and sucking my shoulders. I moaned, as he tasted my flesh, while I moved my hands in circles over his penis. He squeezed my ass one last time before he moved his hands to my impatient breasts. It was cold and they needed his warm hands and mouth to comfort them. He lifted me onto the desk, reached under my skirt and pulled my panties off while he sucked my nipples and licked them, playing with my breasts like only an experienced man can. I moaned and panted; I was beginning to throb and ache. His dick was ready and waiting and I was ready to receive him. I unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the floor- there was no reason to be discreet now. We both knew what was next.

"Take me," I moaned into his ear while playing with his hair, as he played in my breasts. licking and sucking, biting and flicking them with his tongue. The wet sopping noises he made drove me crazy.

Looking up into my eyes he grinned at me, looking hungry

"I wanna taste you, baby." I died just hearing him say this.

He parted my legs and began licking and kissing my clitoris. I wanted to fall into him; his mouth was so attentive and generous. He paid attention to every fold of my wet pussy, sucking me and taking in my wetness. His tongue was on an expedition.

"You taste so good," he managed.

"Wait till you feel me."

As he continued to feast on my wet pussy I stroked his rock hard erection with my foot. He grunted in appreciation.

"Oh fuck," he groaned.

"I want you in my mouth it's so warm and wet."

He French kissed my pussy one more time before coming back up for air and kissing me. I loved it; I always loved the way I taste, especially on a man's lips. Finally he slid me down, closer to the edge of the desk with his hand guiding my hips onto him. I felt his hot, hard, dick filling me up. We fit together like a glove.

"Oh my god!" he whimpered. "...you feel so good so tight!"

I was used to hearing this upon entry. 

"How are you so tight?!"

I giggled again I heard this before and never knew how to answer.

"Don't be gentle," I whispered into his ear while I took his lob into my mouth and nibbled on it softly.

He squeezed me tightly with one hand and moved my hips with the other. Our kisses were deeper now and wetter. We were connected in every way. He was thrusting fast and slow, never breaking his rhythm. I was taking in every inch of him, squealing with delight while making circles with my hips. He moaned as I wrapped my legs tighter around him and ran my nails down his back, giving just enough pain and pleasure. As he continued to fill me with his long hard dick, I was in ecstasy, not knowing what was better: the fact that we were having passion filled wet sweaty sex in our office, on his desk, while outside there was a thunder storm with lightening filling the sky or the fact that I was Pam and he was Jason. It didn't matter what the reason was; I was in heaven in this man's hands and his rhythm was my salvation.

Our sweat made us glisten and our moans filled the room. I was holding onto the desk the best I could while he pounded harder into my wet, warm, pussy, still fitting tightly. Every time he pulled his dick out I became more aware of how long and smooth it was. As I felt the veins and the head moving through me, I wanted to scream but instead I squeezed his dick with my pussy, making it harder for him to move.

"Ahh yeeaaah keep doing that...!" He could barely say this. I could tell he was getting exactly what he needed. I felt his dick contracting along with me. We had a strong connection; our bodies understood each other. Our pace picked up; we were grinding, quickly crashing into each other. I moved my hands from the desk and wrapped them around his hard broad shoulders, holding on tightly as he lead me to my kingdom.

"That's right babe, hold on," he said, while recklessly driving his dick into me, harder and faster. He unwrapped my hands from his neck and laid me down on the desk and I curved my back. My breasts were exposed again and he sucked them as he leant over me. The more he sucked my breasts the harder I squeezed his dick inside me. I reacted to his sucking by squeezing and he caught on to this quickly; I noticed because of his moans and his new sucking patterns. We made a game of this and it was the most exciting game, just like our business relationship; our love making was give and take. If we continued this game we would make each other climax at the same time and there would be not one but two winners.

"Jaaaay!" I moaned my body was telling him it was almost time.

"Don't stop I'mmm..." He knew what I was going to say and moved swiftly, helping me reach my peak. We were still sucking and squeezing. I was beginning to not want to climax; I wanted to stay suspended in this state of passion indefinitely but the sensation was taking over. I began to melt.

"Hold on babe I'm right behind you!" Jay yelled, wildly thrusting for his life and mine. I heard the thunder crash outside and saw lightening flicker. I felt him getting harder and knew what was next. Still sucking and squeezing faster, harder and longer I was getting wetter now, being so close to the edge, the music of moans and wet splashes outshining the storm outside. He placed his hand tighter around my waist, arching his back for his finale. I curved mine to allow total access to all of my pleasure zones.

"Ahhhh, here we go love here we ..." he managed to grunt while thrusting.

"Where do you want it? " He asked. I looked at him without answering and wrapped my legs tighter around him so he couldn't pull out if he wanted to- which from his smile I could tell he didn't.

"Yeah?"

"I wanna feel you cum in me!" I could tell by his performance that his finale would be a grand one and I anticipated his strong release. I wanted to feel his power.

"Yeah, that's what you want?"

"Give it to me all of it" I moaned. He looked at me with a wild raw passion and kissed me deeply. This was the wettest, most animalistic kiss. He thrust harder now but slower and I could feel him releasing and it was an event. He didn't just shoot or squirt; he released. It was an explosion, and the feeling I had inside of me was indescribable. He was filling me up.

"Oh my god!" I whined like a baby, feeling like a child. I was weak for him. My body was vibrating, my legs were shaking and I was shivering uncontrollably. Goosebumps covered my arms and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I was totally spent and yet refreshed. I felt so alive I could die.

My pussy was dripping wet with both of our juices. We lay there kissing in the afterglow. While I squeezed the last of his power from him he moaned and smiled each time.

"Well, happy belated birthday, Pam." He said playfully while I stroked his hair. His head was resting on my chest now. The desk seemed more comfortable than it should have.

"Baby, it was right on time," I sighed.

It was 4am and the cleaning crew would be here at 4:15. The rain storm outside seemed worse than it had been all night and it made me not want to leave our nest there on the desk, but we had business to attend to in the morning. I feared being caught by Rosa, my favorite cleaning woman; she was so sweet and I wanted her to continue thinking I was sweet as well, and blessing me every time she saw me.

"We have to go" I started to move but Jay tightened his grip on me and would not let me go.




When It Rains, It Pours



The first time I saw him was after a play downtown. It was storming quite badly, the kind that tend to render your windshield wipers useless. My wife and I were in the car on the way home, both of us grumpy because we were wet and uncomfortable. The play was good, but we were eager to pick up baby Kylie from her grandma's house. Maybe a little too eager. I was slouched down in my seat trying to drive by looking through the inch and a half dent my heater made through the fog on my windshield. 

"Can't you wait five minutes for the heater to work? You're gonna get us killed," Jenny said, her arms crossed beneath her breasts. She looked amusing sitting there like that, water dripping down the front of her nose, her teeth chattering just a little as she rubbed her arms trying to warm herself. She also looked beautiful.

"I want to get Kylie before it gets any worse," I said. Knowing of course that she was right, and at the same time knowing that I wouldn't stop for a second for the heater to work.

"You're such a man."

I looked at her and saw a smirk try to leave the corner of her mouth. I caught her eyes with mine and smiled. She smiled back and I could see the dimples on her cheeks. And then she screamed. My foot was on the brake before I saw the dog in front of the car, but it was too late. I felt the thud of the front tire on her side hitting the dog, then the back one. When we were finally stopped I turned to Jenny and saw that she was crying. 

"Stay in here," I said as I put on the hazard lights. When I reached the back of the car, I saw that there was an old man in a trench coat and a cowboy hat bent over the dead dog. The dog was an odd mix; I couldn't figure the breed, but it was big. Anyhow, when the guy saw me standing there he grinned. It didn't look right. Maybe it was the reflection of the yellow lights from my car on his face, but that grin didn't look right at all. 

"Hey mister, is that your dog?"

Nothing. No reply.

"It's real slick. I couldn't see him till we were right on top of him."

The man just stared back at me. His grin faded at least, and I was grateful.

"How can I fix this? Can I call someone for you?" I asked, hoping desperately for him to reply. I just wanted him to say anything. But he didn't. He just stared back at me, the rain bouncing off the top of his hat, his eyes darting back and forth like a kid that's been caught with his hand in a cookie jar. The silence was awful. The two of us just stood there like that for the better part of a minute. After deciding the old man wasn't going to speak to me, I turned to walk back to my car. When I was almost to the door I decided that I probably should at least try to give the man my card, should he at some point find the power of speech. I turned back toward the rear of the car and… he was gone. Just like that. I looked all over for him. I looked in the field beside the car; across the highway; even underneath the car. By the time I stopped looking for him I was soaked, and my wife -I could tell- was worrying. 

"Where's he at?" she asked, after I was back in the car.

"I dunno."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"I can't find him."

"Well it is hard to see outside with all this rain. I guess it wouldn't be too hard to get away from us if he wanted to, but what about the dog?"

Oh yeah, the dog. I'd forgotten about that. I grudgingly got out of the car to do -I don't know what- with the dog, when I realized that the dog wasn't there either. In my mind's eye I saw an old man outside in the storm with a big mutt slung over his shoulder, and cringed. I shook my head and got back into the car. What else was there to do? 

"The dog's gone too," I said as I buckled my belt.

She didn't reply, and that was good. That was real good. I knew she had a dozen questions about what happened, but so did I, and I think she knew that. Marriage is a sort of telepathy, and I think she knew that I didn't have a clue what had just gone on in that storm. Just as I knew, simply by the crease in her brow, that she wanted nothing more than to be as far away from this place as possible. 

I called Jenny's mother and asked her to keep the baby for the night. I'm not sure why I didn't feel comfortable having baby Kylie with us. I guess I was more shook up than I wanted to admit. Her mom didn't mind; I'm sure most grandma's don't. 

Jenny and I shared a late dinner that night in silence, both of us picking at our food without an appetite. She broke the silence with a whisper.

"Who was that man?"

"I don't know," I replied with that same hushed tone. As though whispering we could lessen the import of the conversation.

"I can still see his face."

"What? What are you talking about?" 

"When you went outside he looked at me through the back window. I don't know how he could have. It was dark and raining, but he did. He looked straight at me, and when I close my eyes, sometimes I can still see his face."

"It's ok," I said, knowing of course that it wasn't. As the silence spun out between us I thought about the patch of blood that was already being washed away by the rain where the body of that dog should've been. That man just wasn't normal. Who takes the corpse of a dog and runs into a storm with it?

"He took the dog with him didn't he?" Jenny asked. Her eyes were welling up with tears now, and she returned to her stilted whisper.

"What did you see?"

"When you started back towards the car he looked straight at me and grinned. Then he bent over the dog and-"

"And what?"

"I dunno. I couldn't see below his waist because of the back of his car, and when he bent over I couldn't see anything."

"Nothing at all?"

"Not a thing," she replied.

But she was lying. I'd have bet my life that she was lying. Her voice stayed steady, the inflection didn't change a bit. She didn't look away from me or anything like that, but I could almost smell it. Why would she do that? Why would my best friend in the world lie to me about an old man in a cowboy hat?

After that the conversation was dropped, and we ate in silence as the storm raged outside. I had no intention of calling her on her little fib, and I'm pretty sure she was grateful for that. Both of us using that low grade ESP again. We left the dishes for the morning and she said that she was heading up to bed.

"Honey are you coming?" she asked. Her brow was furrowed to the point of being comical under other circumstances.

"I'll be up in a minute. I'm just going to lock up."

"Hurry."

I nodded and headed to the front door, locked it and went to turn off the kitchen light. The sink was dripping the way old sinks do if you don't make sure and twist the handle real good. Jenny never did, so it wasn't a surprise to hear the drip of the water in the stainless steel sink. I looked out the window above the sink, half expecting to see that old man carrying a dog over one of his shoulders, but of course there was nothing there. Only the rain pounding the window and the wind swirling the early October leaves around the yard. I reached for the kitchen light and saw that a carton of milk was left on the counter. I reached to put it in the fridge -Jen would die if there was no milk for cereal- and just then lightening struck and illuminated a shadow on the wall across from the window. 

It's a tree, I thought. It's a tree or a branch or something like that. C'mon, give me a break. I whipped around to face the window and saw nothing. I couldn't see outside because it was so dark there and bright in the house, so I turned off the kitchen light and stood in the darkness. Lightening flashed again and there he was. The man in the hat was outside my window. My throat tightened and I couldn't breath as I stood watching him leer at me through the window. I expected him to cup his hands around his eyes to look in the house. He couldn't have seen inside with rain like that. Except he could. I remembered my wife saying that he looked at her through the back window of the car, and now I understood. The man in the hat smiled at me, and I saw his teeth. They looked as though they had been filed down to a point. All of them. He tipped his hat -bidding me goodnight perhaps- turned, and walked away toward the now empty barley field opposite of our house. I watched him walk away and began to breath again. I don't know how long I stood there, my eyes fixed on the window. 

"That didn't just happen," I said aloud to the empty room. "There's no way."

Sure there is. 

Concentrating on the sound of my breathing, I took the stairs two at a time, not sure what I would say to Jenny.

As it turned out that wasn't a problem. She was passed out in bed, her body making the funny U shape only women seem to be able to accomplish. Her head and feet were on the edge of her side of the bed, but her butt was where mine should be on my side. I smiled at her, the old man already fading like a dream upon waking.

Maybe I didn't see him. There's no way to be totally sure, I thought. And then, Sure I did. My hands are still shaking for the love of God. 

These were the thoughts in my head as I grabbed my wife's little butt and pushed. She was moving but it was slow work. Also, she was moaning the way she does when she's between worlds. That moan drives me crazy. When I was finally in bed (her rump secured not quite on her side but close enough for me to at least fit on the bed) I put my hands behind my head and closed my eyes, listening to the soft snores from the pillow next to me. The old man's face came to mind, with his crazy grin and fangs. I turned and put my arm around my wife's waist, feeling the softness of her stomach and the indentation of her belly button. In her sleep she reached and clasped my hand in hers, and I gave up the day. Our hands moving up and down with her lungs, the scent of her hair filling my nose.

The next morning seemed normal, for the most part at least. We woke up early and showered together. It was the first time since baby Kylie that that had been possible, and I was glad for the opportunity. Both of us were eager to get to her mother's house and see the little one, but a little alone time helped us out a lot. The previous night's escapades seemed more like a dream than ever. Just some weird aberration not unlike the people you see in the periphery that don't seem to be there when you look full on them. Still, I wasn't exactly comfortable with the previous night's goings on, but I wasn't about to bring it up to the little lady. Not when her smile was so broad and her eyes so shiny. So I simply didn't bring it up. In hindsight I don't know how much -if at all- that decision affected things, but it's one of the things that keep me up at night. The casual way I dismissed the old man seem strange now, but so do a lot of things. 

Anyhow, we made to her mother's a little past noon and just about knocked grandma over to get to the munchkin. Remember, that was our first night away from little Kylie. She was our little angel, just looking up at us as though it hadn't been nearly twenty hours since we'd last seen her. Jenny was beaming, holding Kylie up to her face and planting kisses all over. I made small talk with my mother, not really listening, just putting in a uh huh every once in awhile while gazing at my wife and our daughter.

Twenty minutes later we were in the car, all of us buckled up. Kylie was in her car seat, the one we took down to the fire station to have looked at to make sure it was right for our car. I found the trip to be unnecessary, by my Jenny saw it on Oprah, so it behooved me to go along. One of things I've figured out in my five years of marital bliss is that when my wife suggests something she sees to be important to the welfare of her offspring, it's a relatively large mistake to contradict her. No matter how ridiculous it seems, like barring the use of generic formula for the baby (although on the side of the box the ingredients are exactly the same and I'm only paying for the fat little face on the front), or like taking a trip to the fire station so a three hundred pound man dressed in glow-in-the-dark yellow can teach me how to strap in a car seat. 

Anyhow, it was Saturday when we picked Kylie up from her grandma's and our little family was on the road with no particular place to be until Monday. We spent the majority of the afternoon at a park south of town, just the three of us laying on a blanket, me making funny faces trying to get a smile out of the little one, and Jenny holding her, gently rocking her back and forth, shushing her when she was crying and smiling when she was laughing. Jenny said she needed to go to the mall to pick up some things, maybe buy a dress. When she said the last part she bit her bottom lip and furrowed her brow, looking for approval I guess.

"Sure," I said, "Let's go."

And we did. We went all over that mall. I was ready to leave long before she was, as is usually the case, but this time I really didn't mind. I was just happy to be having a normal day I guess. The previous one was so otherworldly that I guess I was just happy to be with my wife and daughter. Even if we were in a hot sticky mall. 

"I can still see him," she had said.

Walking to the car as the sun was setting I thought about her saying that. How her eyes were wide like that of a child's. How her teeth were chattering in spite of the warmth of our home. I thought about how she had lied to me, and about how I'd let her get away with it. 

It didn't begin to rain until we were already on the highway. Only 'rain' is not a strong enough word for it. It was storming worse than the night before; I could barely see the road in front of me. The wind was whipping around terribly and I could already see tree branches scattered along the road. There's a stretch of highway that has about seven miles between exits, and that's where we were when I realized that the low fuel light was on. There was no way to tell how long that thing had been blinking. It's just one of those things you don't pay to much attention to. I pointed it out to Jenny and she was quite a bit short of thrilled about it. 

"What's wrong with you?" She said, shaking her head.

"What are you talking about? I just wasn't paying attention. It'll be fine. We have about five miles to go until an exit. Chill out."

She opened her mouth to say something, found nothing, and closed it again. We continued down the highway in silence until the car shut off. At first I kind of coasted for awhile, watching the speedometer move from the right to the left, and trying not to hear my wife cry with her face in her hands next to me. I pulled over to the side of the road and put my flashers on. I think I scanned the outside of the car without realizing it, and then I turned to look at my wife. She was rocking back and forth with her hands still over her face, crying and shaking her head in defiance. Maybe defying the storm, or maybe defying me. Perhaps it was a little of both, but either way I was intent on getting out of there in a hurry.

I unbuckled my belt and reached to touch Jenny's arm, but she pulled away from me.

"Just take care of Kylie," I said. "I'll try to flag someone down to help us."

"Please hurry. I can't take this anymore," she said as she grabbed my arm. Her hands were ice cold, and when I looked at her face I saw that she looked probably twenty years older than she had when she started the day. I got out of the car and walked to the edge of the shoulder wishing I had some kind of raincoat on as the rain soaked through my clothes completely in a matter of thirty seconds. I saw a truck and waived my arms furiously, yelling at it to stop, please stop. My family's in the car, and we're out of gas. I knew, of course, that I couldn't be heard, but sometimes it helps to just yell. The truck pulled over and I was glad. Finally something was going right. The man in the truck opened his door and climbed out. I opened my mouth to thank him for stopping, but nothing came out. It was him. It was the man in the cowboy hat. He was grinning that half sane grin, and I could see the pointed tips of his teeth resting on his lips. 

"Well, how goes it?" the man asked. It was the first time I heard him speak, and I wanted to cry out. If there is a tone that can -in and of itself- define crazy, then it was in his voice. Perhaps crazy isn't the word I want, because there was a cold calculation in his eyes, but it's as close to true as anything I can come up with. Even now as I pen this, remembering the sound of his voice sends shivers down my spine. 

"Well perhaps if you won't speak to me I'll ask your wife."

"What do you want?" I asked. 

"You… or her, or the little one, it really doesn't matter all that much to me."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm hungry."

"Hungry? What do you-"

"Do you have to ask? Honestly I'm growing impatient. I do despise killing, but there seems to be no way around it. I simply have to eat, and waiting around for road kill simply takes much too long, and to tell you the truth tastes less than fresh."

I swung at him before the last of his words were completely out of his mouth and struck him square on the chin. He just laughed at me. I grabbed him, and he bit me. Before I even knew it had happened I was bleeding from my right bicep. There was a piece of my muscle gone from my arm and it happened so fast that I saw the flesh leave my body before I could feel it. I looked up and saw it hanging from his teeth. 

"Yum," he said. 

I fell to the ground bleeding like a stuck pig, and he just continued on, speaking as though we were old friends talking about who we liked in the Final Four this year.

"Now that that bit of unpleasantness is out of the way, I need to speak to you about your family." He motioned to the car and I could see my wife sitting with Kylie in her lap, rocking back and forth, crying into the blanket that held our daughter. 

"Please, they're all I have. What do you want?"

"Dinner, sir. I simply want a meal, and it's your job to provide me with one."

I looked down at my arm, watching the rain wash the blood to the ground, fell to my knees, and began to cry. I'd like to tell you differently. I'd like to say that I pulled a McGuyver and got us all out of there safe and sound, but I've been honest with you so far, and if I don't finish it that way then what's the point of this little exercise.

"Listen up," the old man said, "I do detest putting you in this situation, and I do understand that it's quite unfortunate, but there's no alternative. Choose one for my supper."

"I can't."

"Oh sure you can. It's quite easy. You can do eenie meenie miney moe if you'd like, but the reason I'm asking is that I'm sure you have a preference."

I was barely holding on to consciousness at that point. I looked down and saw that I'd lost a lot of blood. It covered my shirt and most of my pants too in spite of the rain. He must've hit some kind of artery or something.

"Stay with me young sir. It would be quite disappointing if you passed out on me with the current situation unresolved. Choose someone, I can take you if you'd like, but I'd appreciate it if you chose. It's always much more interesting this way."

I reached up and grabbed his arm. He looked startled at first, but then relaxed when I whispered into his ear.

"Fantastic choice young sir. You have excellent taste."

He said more, but it was a blur. I think I lost consciousness because of the blood loss, but I'm not sure.

When I awoke I was in the hospital. My arm was bandaged up. It itched like mad, but other than that I think I was ok. I asked the first person I saw about my wife.

"She's being looked at," some intern that was barely old enough to shave said.

"I want to see her now!" I began screaming her name. They tried to calm me and couldn't, so they sedated me.




When It Rains, It Pours



When I woke up, I was told that I'd be able to see my wife if I'd answer a few questions. So I did, and I told most of the truth. I of course didn't tell them of my conversation the man in the cowboy hat, and I explained my wound by telling them that the man had a knife. I think I volleyed the questions quite well considering I was up to my eyeballs in morphine.

I had to go up three floors to see my wife. I didn't know whether or not she was a patient and asked if she was ok. They told me that yes she was a patient, and yes she was physically fine. When I finally entered her room I could see that she was being restrained. 

"Let her go!!!" I screamed. "Why do you have her tied down like some criminal?"

"We can't," the doctor replied. "If we loosen her restraints she scratches at her eyes. Do you see the marks on her?"

I could see them just fine. It looked as though a cat scratched at her eyes. One of them was a bright red color. It looked like one of those cherries that you get on top of a sundae.

"What happened?" I asked her.

"You know exactly what happened Sweetie Pie."

A scream caught in my throat. It was that same sound. It was the sound of insanity, and it was coming from my wife this time. 

"You gave her to him, didn't you? Answer me Sweetie Pie, you gave her to him didn't you?"

"What do you mean? I don't understand."

The rest of what she said was a blur. The doctors made me leave because they said I was upsetting her, and it sure seemed to me that they were right. 

I was released from the hospital the next day. My wife is still there. Sometimes I ask to visit her, but they never let me. They say she doesn't want any visitors. Her mother tries to go every week, usually on Saturday, but Jenny will never let her come up. I try to tell myself that things will change eventually; that everything will go back to some semblance of normalcy, but it doesn't seem likely. I pass most of my time doing crossword puzzles and watching television, and am careful not to go outside when it rains. Not even to roll the windows up. Every bolt of lightening causes me to jump and survey my surroundings, and every clap of thunder tenses every muscle in my body. 

I haven't seen my daughter since this whole thing started five long years ago and I've began to lose hope. They say that if you don't find an abducted child in the first 24 hours that the odds of ever finding it decreases exponentially every day that passes. Jenny's mother thought we should put up a gravestone in the family plot for little Kyla, but I'm not ready for that yet.

The worst of it though, is not knowing what I said to that old man before darkness overtook me. I try to go back to that moment and think about what it is that I said -actually that was the whole point of writing this story down- but every time I get to that part, all I remember is the look of recognition on the old man's face, and how he complimented my taste. Perhaps that's for the best though, maybe it's best if some things are left to the darkness. Maybe some things work better there.



When It Rains, It Pours



Emmanuel, cosmopolitan boi that he was, was becoming lonely of late. He still frequented his usual haunts, errant impersonal coffeebars, bookstores, independent record vendors... the like. He knew exactly what pixie faces he would see... he'd already had his choice between most of them, and there would be no surprises there... he was a pretty fag... the metro boys and girls that surrounded him all wanted to know where he got his scarves. Emmanuel had tired of them though. There was no challenge in them; they all had familiar, willing mouths. Of course, while this was temporarily gratifying, he desired something more... something that would really thrill him in this tiresome corner of the earth, something significant, unique, an intimate moment with someone who could emancipate him from his jaded disenchantment with life.

He sauntered into the Kelsey Nines, a foppish pseudo-intellectual brothel of whored philosophers spewing rationalized banter over expensive beverages. The cyberpunks, the wanton goths, the occasional Buddy Holly type with his nose in a book... a nose that usually surfaced from said book when a countenance such as Emmanuel passed, to scrutinize with condescending eyes the obvious visual perfection they beheld. He knew he was pretty; thick curly black hair cropped at a jagged length, coiling just below his ears, olive skin of non-descript European descent, high cheekbones, predatory jawline, dark, deep set eyes to inspire poetry, full of inquisitiveness, sensitivity, assertion, a trim torso and defined hands. 

With heavy eyelids he ordered a caramel mocha, glancing at the day's headlines and his watch, sadly considering the prospect of another uneventful evening of drinking coffee, reading, and feeling empty within the perimeter of his beauty: He was apparently so intimidating that no one ever approached him. He took his coffee and sat down. The K-Nines was the same. A void. He sipped, unamused.

After an hour of reading and re-reading an ancient issue of OUT!, pretending not to hear the comments of the boisterous libertine queens at the bar or feel the stares of the shy insipid mumblers, Emmanuel decided to clamber up and out of the bad pop art and teenage conjecture. He arose and strode to the counter, and oddly enough, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a fellow he had never seen before, sitting alone... an aura of lucidity seemed to emanate from him, he seemed familiar... the way two likeminded people recognize one another when their spheres of consciousness collide. The man glanced up to meet Emmanuel's gaze, to which Emmanuel responded by averting his eyes quickly and continuing to walk out the front door. After exiting and breathing in the moist night air, he paused. Every molecule in his body willed him to turn around, to look back. But instead he suppressed the impulse, trying to ignore the electricity of excitement coursing through him... he mumbled to himself about always being contrived in public... inhaled... exhaled... felt the moisture of his lips begin to evaporate and grow taut... and felt like he needed a cigarette. 

Facing out into the street, he fumbled through his jacket pocket for the familiar box of Nat Shermans, heart racing in confusion. There was something metaphysically compelling about the mysterious fellow, but he couldn't place it... it seemed unfounded, the actual look of the guy wasn't terribly unique or assaulting, but yet here he was, raising a cigarette nervously to his lips, with the alarming notion that the anonymous other was somehow present by fate.

He placed the cigarette in his mouth, alighted on his lower lip, and as soon as the paper moistened and affixed itself, he was startled by a voice behind him: "Light?"

Emmanuel spun around. "What?"

It was the fellow. Standing equipoised, holding out a lit match.

"Yes, appreciated, yes... thank you." He plunged the cigarette into the flame; the paper recoiled in embers sending a flood of thick, heady smoke into Emmanuel's gasping lungs. After he exhaled a lazy whitish cloud into the falling dew, he looked up into the stranger's gaze. Silent, transfixed, temporal.

"Beautiful out, isn't it?" The stranger's voice was melodious, somber and weathered, aware of the bleakness of the world, and yet still hopeful. A voice of culture, of varied experience. An articulate, deliberate voice. A reassuringly familiar voice. "You seemed a little taken aback, I'm sorry if I surprised you," he chuckled, good-naturedly.

"Oh, no, it's OK. I'm just a bit... you had me kind of... it's late. And I just spent an hour detached from reality in that magazine."

"Understood. That place can become so tedious. I saw you on your way out... I figured I'd better catch you before you disappeared... you seemed so familiar, but I couldn't place you. I hope I haven't... bothered you, have I? I mean, you weren't in a hurry or something, were you?"

He was bewitching. The music of his voice, the curve of his eyebrows, the way he paused with knowing hesitation... there really wasn't anything conspicuously spectacular about him, he was just purely himself, genuine... or effacing a convincing façade of being genuine.

Emmanuel pulled in the smoke, looking downward, focused away from him. This fellow, whoever he is, must be queer. This isn't the sort of exchange I'd expect between two breeders, and here I am thinking about this, and I don't even know his name...

"My name's Todd, by the way. I do graphic design out of my single loft a few blocks downtown. And your name is...?"

"Emmanuel." He uttered it heavily, exhaling the smoke as he did. For all the times he'd wished to meet someone who made his pulse quicken in this all too familiar scene, he still felt uncomfortable. The tension, the anticipation... it wasn't like when they ogled him. He had no idea where this was going.

After a few more cigarettes and casual conversation out at a patio table (specifics on work, school, lifestyle, family, other such mundane drudgery), the crowd of townies and regulars who made the K-Nines a regular haunt ritualistically trudged out, around 1 a.m. A sense of apprehension rose in Emmanuel's stomach as he noticed the exodus; either he would shuffle off home alone, cursing himself for not offering to share his last joint with Todd, or he would retire to the aforementioned Loft, for whatever debauchery might follow their acquaintance. Both prospects seemed unpleasant somehow... he obviously didn't want to go home alone, but he disliked the uncertainty of going home with this guy. He'd done it many times, but Todd seemed significantly older than his usual quarries and things seemed to have gone almost too well. 

"You should really come check out my place," Todd said, vacantly signing the receipt and handing it across the counter to the barrista. It wasn't until Emmanuel watched him replace his wallet that he noticed that he had taken care of both of their bills.

"You didn't have to-"

"Force of habit." He smiled warmly. "You'll love the art nouveau I aspired to in the aesthetic. It's a really interesting space, come on back, I've got a ton of old movies."

Emmanuel looked out across the bustle of the traffic. As he glanced at his watch, he had a noticeable change of heart as his weight fell on one hip and he let his hair trickle over his face. He looked up, summarily squinting his eyes in a way he probably imagined looking cuter than it actually came off, and whispered, "Yeah, sure. I didn't have anything special lined up."

After a precursor of heavy dew, a light shower swept through to refresh the staleness of the evening air. Emmanuel lagged slightly behind with his boyish gait, leisurely swinging his arms and amusing himself with his imaginings, while Todd briskly carried the lead with a stoic sense of purpose, hands in pockets, weaving efficiently through the downtown pandemonium of inebriates. Standing at the top of a short flight of stairs, he rifled through his pockets, jerking out a key and shoving it into the door with one habitual motion. After thrusting the heavy steel gate behind his shoulder, Todd beckoned for the slightly dissociated Emmanuel to come and join him in the foyer. 

They stepped inside, and Emmanuel couldn't help but be in awe. The place was posh. Random period advertisements for fresh brewed coffee, razor blades, winter coats, and various other utilitarian commodities called out from every wall with the frigid and tacky verbal enticements of a simpler time, a simpler people. Antique chaise lounge. A quirky custom bar that looked inspired by a primary-hued Mondrian painting. A large wire and metal mobile hung from the ceiling, gently swaying in the newly enlivened air. And over in one far corner of the floor, looking very unfabulous and rather out of place next to the red Ikea couch, was a pillowless full size mattress with black cotton sheets splayed out in disarray. 

Todd collapsed into a languid pose, half-lying, half-sitting on the sprawling couch. Emmanuel stood placidly in the middle of the room, looking unsure of what to do with himself, arms wrapped around his sides and unconsciously swaying back and forth. Todd having made no suggestion to him, he simply squared his shoulders and dug through his messenger bag until he grasped the familiar smoothness of his stash case. He clicked it open, removed the joint he had rolled earlier, and looked back down to begin the search for a lighter, when he snapped back up, realizing Todd was standing right in front of him, holding a Zippo.

Emmanuel peered up, the joint hanging flaccidly from his lips, expectantly. He then righted it and jutted it out, gesturing for Todd to light it, not merely provide the use of the lighter. Todd looked sheepish and held the lazy flame up to the tip. Long steady drag, with a heady pause before the smoke leapt out of Emmanuel's lungs and meandered around Todd's face, who then reached out to grasp it before it was even offered to him.

"I didn't know if you smoked or not, but I felt like it," Emmanuel effaced.

"Actually, I'm rather fond of it. Particularly fond. Hold on a sec."

Todd bent down behind the bar and then held up an elaborate glass bong.

"Ahhh, well, you seemed sort of corporate, that's all."

"I am sort of corporate. But pot's proven to be a terrific painkiller for me the past six or seven months now, as well as a few other choice entheogens."

"The pain of boredom? Or actual pain?"

"No, actual pain. I have a chronic disease. I'd rather not get into it though."

"Ummm, not to offend you or to be presumptuous, but you're not poz, are you?"

"Poz?"

"You know, HIV positive."

"Oh, dear no," Todd chuckled, "but I'm flattered that you needed to ask, of course. No, nothing contagious I promise. I'd just rather not think about it though." Predictably changing the matter at hand, he smirked; it was the sort of knowing smirk people share when they know they're going to have sex in less than an hour.

"That's cool with me. We don't have to talk. Let's just enjoy this moment," Emmanuel waxed poetically, again offering the joint over to Todd's waiting gaze.

The next ten minutes passed uneventfully, the two strangers sharing the bond in silence, communicating only through minimal eye contact. They lost self-consciousness, became liquid and feline and relaxed, splayed out on the couch, gradually leaning into each other. Todd reached over for a small rolling table that turned out to be an antique mobile ashtray, and picked up the pack of Nat Sherman's that had found its home there. 

"Nat Shermans, nice choice. May I?" Emmanuel pouted over at Todd, manipulatively. Then, without waiting on a specific affirmative, he chose to help himself anyway, collapsing down to rest his head in Todd's lap. As his head plopped down to face the television, he realized that Todd had put on The Red Shoes without his even noticing.

"You don't waste much time, do you?" Todd whispered.

He feigned boyish innocence, looking through a few flattened curls. "How so?"

Without answering, Todd lifted the cigarette away from Emmanuel's lips and bent down to kiss him. As their lips met, he felt a wash of euphoria overtake him, realizing also how aroused he had become with the weight of this cherub's head on his crotch. He slowly began to smooth his hands over the boy's chest, lightly exploring his sinewy physique, when he felt his hand roughly jerked down to the front of his jeans, a warm hard knot pushing out to be touched. Still kissing him, gently pushing his tongue into Emmanuel's succulent mouth, he massaged the eager groin in the anticipation of exposing it.

Emmanuel gently began to writhe, pushing himself into Todd's groping hand, feverishly rolling his tongue around the tongue of this fellow whose intimidatingly confident charisma now had him reeling. A piercing, almost audibly buzzing need for these hands to touch him made him hastily yank off his shirt. As he immediately rushed to unbutton his Diesels, he almost groaned as he fumbled with the zipper in a seeming panic to get them off. He sucked in urgent breaths as he felt Todd's teeth gently pinching his nipples, and was driven to palpitations by the experienced hand clutching and squeezing his starved cock through his briefs. 

Shifting and rising up onto his knees, Emmanuel turned to look back at Todd. After looking at him for a second, trying to convey his need, he finally breathed, "Please take them off." Todd obliged, taking a moment to gaze at his graceful back before slowly pulling the black briefs down, inch by inch, revealing the décolleté of his pert narrow ass, then down the backs of his lanky thighs to his knees. Emmanuel gasped as his huge erection sprang forth into the chilly air, free from restraint and suddenly enticingly vulnerable. Jumping up, he clumsily dove over to the corner and kneeled on the unkempt bed with his briefs still hanging around his knees, resting his palms on the wall and looking over his shoulder. 

Hurriedly tugging down his khakis, Todd sighed as he heatedly dragged his cock back and forth across Emmanuel's buttocks, pressing his heaving chest against the youthfully smooth skin, and began biting his shoulders. Sliding down his back, amorously exhaling his hot breath on Emmanuel's goose bumps, he continued to bite and suck his shoulder blades, spine, and then his lower back. Todd then briskly pushed Emmanuel forward to land on his forearms, jutting his ass in the air and exposing his testicles, which he began to fondle and roll in his left hand, leaning forward to gently spread his ass with the right. He then gingerly placed his lips on Emmanuel's asshole, kissing it tenderly, and then pushing his tongue out to lick it, lapping it and slowly dragging his tongue down and across his balls, also taking them into his mouth and suckling them. 

Quivering violently, Emmanuel turned around to search Todd's face, to see his intentions. Todd sidled closer to him on his knees, and leveled his arms out to hold Emmanuel's shallow shoulders. Kneeling, facing one another, he allowed himself to be pulled into Todd's embrace, grasping out to squeeze his cock, as Todd let himself tumble down onto the bed, lounging casually below Emmanuel, who then stalked over to let himself hang engorged in front of Todd's face. As Emmanuel mercilessly teased him with his zaftig lips and occasionally his teeth, he occupied himself with suckling Emmanuel's cock and slipping his index finger inside him. 

After having remained silent and primarily submissive, Emmanuel reticently suggested very quietly that he wanted Todd inside of him, but he didn't have any condoms. Todd, still remaining silent and aloof, referred to the small brushed chrome chest of drawers beside the bed, opening the second drawer and removing a metallic case, within which he had a bottle of silicon based lubricant and several varieties of protection. Emmanuel reclined on his back with his knees bent, staring into the corner of the ceiling and errantly scratching the side of his thigh whilst Todd rolled the condom down and lubricated it, leaving an excess on his fingers.

"It's been a little while, Todd."

"Since what?"

"It's been a little while since I was bottom, so... just go slow, please."

"Oh? Sure. Course."

Todd had seemed endearingly awkward at first, but Emmanuel had attributed it to their being slightly stoned. He realized now that it wasn't awkwardness as much as disassociation from the situation at hand. He seemed preoccupied, perhaps distracted. More than anything however, he seemed to have become somber, not outwardly melancholy, but definitely bittersweet, reflective. 

Todd slid over and kneeled between Emmanuel's lengthy svelte legs, resting his calves over his shoulders and pushing two lubricated fingers into him. As he slowly manipulated them, Emmanuel gazed compassionately into Todd's eyes. 

"Is there something wrong?"

Todd continued to massage Emmanuel's prostate in silence for a few moments before uttering an unarticulated "no." Emmanuel softened and said, "Okay, hun. I believe you," as if to convince himself, and then leaned his head back and closed his eyes, sighing wantonly as he felt Todd press the tip of his cock against him. He tried to relax, breathing deeply and slowly, while Todd arched his back forward to purposefully slide the head of his cock inside, stretching him millimeter by millimeter until it finally bridged the gap to be held fast, Emmanuel letting out a muted gasp. Todd remained motionless for a few moments while Emmanuel breathed heavily, until gradually he was relaxed enough to allow Todd's full length to fill him up. Again, they remained motionless for a few moments before Todd began to withdraw. Then only after doing this a few times did they eventually build up frequency. 

Emmanuel, enjoying himself immensely and keeping his eyes tightly squeezed shut in the extended throes of their passion, began to moan lightly, entrenching his fingernails into Todd's shoulder blades. Radiations of color materialized behind his stiffly clenched eyelids as he felt himself become drenched with perspiration, his muscles growing more slack and languid with every deepening thrust; ecstatic sensations flitted in the depths of his body he had thus far never experienced. Lost in the anticipatory inner static of an impending release, he faintly heard Todd opening one of the drawers to his right with a free hand. He finally opened his eyes to find himself locked into an intense gaze with Todd, whose face was contorting with the approaching brink of orgasm. Just as Emmanuel began to feel Todd's body shudder with his climax, he numbly witnessed a flash of chrome glint in Todd's hand as he saw the pistol point towards his sweaty temple. Before processing what he was seeing, Emmanuel's body involuntarily recoiled at the soul-piercing din of the blast, and when he opened his eyes, he began to feel his own body shudder violently in horror. 

Gore was splattered across and dripping down the wall next to him. Emmanuel felt his face itch and reached up to find a sticky moisture, and as he drew his hand back and looked at his bloody fingers, he began to scream uncontrollably. Still stunned, it took Emmanuel a few moments to realize that although the bullet wound had thrown Todd's body back, he was still inside him. Now shrieking, Emmanuel shoved Todd's limp body off of him and against the wall, leaping out of the bed but still transfixed on Todd's mangled, lifeless face. He felt something trickle down the back of his thigh, and reaching behind to ascertain what it was, realized that it was Todd's semen, still warm, and dripping out of the forgotten condom that Emmanuel pulled out of himself and hurled across the room to land on a domestic fan palm. The shrieks were deafening and they surrounded him, erupting out in mortified bursts.




When It Rains, It Pours



"What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! Oh my god, what the fuck!"

Emmanuel daftly stammered from end to end of the room, picking up items of clothing and yanking them back on. 

"Oh my god! Oh my fucking god! What the fuck, what am I- what the fuck! Oh my god..."

Emmanuel was dumbfounded in a state of traumatic shock. He stood there, motionless and silent for hours it seemed, his clothes sticking uncomfortably to his body and dried blood speckling his face. 

He then felt panic creeping through him, and stumbled into the bathroom to shakily rub a wet amorphous blob of toilet paper on his face. After deciding that he looked presentable enough in his trauma-distorted perception, he grabbed his bag and ran toward the door of the loft, unsure whether to tell anyone about what had happened or not. As he stepped up to the door, before he flung it open he noticed a handwritten letter had been pinned up on it.

"Dear unfortunate stranger, 

I was dying of leukemia. This is how I instead chose to die. I am aware of the pain I am sure I have caused you, and although I sincerely apologize for it, I cannot deny the ultimate selfishness and disregard I have demonstrated. Help yourself to the contents of my abode. There's money in the dresser. 

Todd"

Emmanuel crumpled the letter up and shoved it in his jacket pocket. He had considered taking the money, but feared that it might somehow implicate him in the suicide, and inconspicuously ducked out of the loft. As he turned to walk home through the dimly lit and deserted streets, the rain had grown relentless and hammered him down, but he felt relieved and cleansed by it nonetheless. Emmanuel knew that the waves of involuntary convulsive shuddering were not from the frigid wind billowing down the alleys. Blind to the street signs around him, he meandered toward home, staring flatly ahead and obsessively fixated on imagining what he would do in the morning.



When It Rains, It Pours



AUTHOR'S NOTE: 

This story has been submitted as part of the RAINY DAY STORY CHALLENGE set on the Author Hangout Discussion Forum. All criteria and build up can be viewed through this link: RAINY DAY STORY CHALLENGE THREAD

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"Hey, Tri-State! Wake up! Today is going to be a beautiful day! Rise and Shine sleepy heads! To get you going on your way to a happy day here's Bon Jovi and...."

Before I even hear what the "next song" will be, I hit the sleep button on my alarm clock. "Just 7 more minutes," I plead as I look at the numbers 6:30 blaring back at me in bright red lights. Wincing, I close my eyes and pull the covers over my head. I know full well that I will not be able to sleep for another 7 minutes, but just laying in bed and trying to wake up was worth it. The old adage, "Another day, another dollar" ran through my head. A dollar! More like chump change, but it pays the rent.

I slide the covers down just enough so I can see those red numbers ~ 6:36 a.m. Click! 6:37 a.m. 

"Damn! I hate when that happens!"

"...temperatures could rise into the 90's today with a bit of overcast in the late afternoon. But I think..."

"I don't care what you think," I say as I shut my alarm clock off. Tossing back the covers and sitting up, I stretch and immediately feel a pain in my back. Still I smile at the memory of just why I have that pain and how I got it. I feel my body tingle as I close my eyes and recall every second, every moment of yesterday. Yes. It may have rained. But it was the best rainy day of my entire adult life...

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The day didn't start out annoying: it gradually became annoying. 

I needed to go food shopping and headed up towards the grocery store a few towns away. It was an okay weather day except for the fact that the sun was hidden behind very thick, gray clouds. Even though the temperature said 85 degrees, it felt much cooler, so I didn't mind doing "indoor" chores. This Saturday the roads were pretty busy. Traffic was at a stop and go pace, so the trip to the store that would normally take me 15 minutes took 45. 

The parking lot was crowded; it took another 15 minutes to find a spot, and that was at the other end of the shopping center. ARGH! It was not going well and my mood was getting darker and darker, as were the clouds in the sky. 

I made my way through the grocery store, picking up just enough to get me through the week. Since I live alone, I usually shop week to week. I only go to the larger grocery stores for the more important products like toilet paper, paper towels and the like. Today, I was just getting things like milk, bread and such. As I get to the counter, surprise, surprise! Just about every item on the customer in front of me needed to be price checked! I could feel my blood pressure rising.

Just as I was about to take my items and find another line, I heard my cell phone ringing and fished for it in my pocketbook. I recognized the number and answered it. 

"Hello?" I said a bit coldly.

"Hey. It's me. What are you up to?"

"Don't ask!" I replied, sounding completely done.

"Oh! Still mad at me, huh?"

"Yes. Plus today is not going too well." I said. "What's up? Where are you?" I started putting my grocery items back on the belt.

"Weeellll...actually I'm down the shore."

"WHAT?!?" I exclaim and then whisper into the phone. "What do you mean you are down the shore? Are you crazy?"

"I know."

I shook my head. So irresponsible, clear-headed, which was exactly what I was beginning to say before I was cut off.

"Look. I know. I know. But I rented a room for the weekend. I want you to come down here."

"No." Sounding quite pissed-off.

"Yes. It's going to be a beautiful day. Come on. We need this."

I couldn't deny that. I did need to just relax. Work was becoming very difficult to deal with and I was taking it out on the one person who meant everything to me. Every time I would come home my thoughts and conversation dealt around my job, my anger and the inabilities of everyone around me. Our relationship was becoming strained. We hardly talked about what mattered to "us" anymore and I knew that I wasn't helping much. We had a huge fight last night after dinner. The fight dealt with my getting older, being stuck in a dead end job and quite possibly a dead end relationship. There were quite a few colorful words spat at each other and instead of sleeping at my house he sped off to his apartment. I was still angry with him and really didn't want to see him. I thought of every excuse I could say but as I opened my mouth the only words that come out were, "Fine." 

I heard his soft laughter from the other end of the phone and smiled. I pictured him in my mind. Tall, brown hair that was thinning, brown eyes and a gorgeous smile. He hasn't exercised much lately, but his body was still in wonderful shape. Although I loved feeling safe in his arms, the warmth of his body and inhaling his scent, something was missing. I missed feeling romantic with him. The passion in our relationship was starting to dwindle. I found myself fantasizing about other men, flirting with them, sometimes wondering what it would be like to be fucked by another man. Our lovemaking became rudimentary. Getting it in before it was too late, then giving a quick kiss before falling asleep. "I'm not getting any younger," I was beginning to think. "Is this all there is?"

"Great!" Mike said. "You know the place. Room 16. See you soon. Be careful!"

"Bye." I sighed as I hung up. I paid the cashier and started to the parking lot. I breathed in deeply when I saw the sun shining. "Maybe things will be brightening up after all!" 

On my way home, I thought about what I would say to Mike. Perhaps ask him for a bit of a break. Just to see where my life is heading. But every time I tried to think what to say, I just couldn't come up with the right words. I was hoping that the ride down the shore would clear up my mind. Maybe I was looking into everything just far too much. He never seems to have a problem expressing himself and I knew he didn't want out of this relationship. I didn't either. I loved him deeply. 

When I finally got home, I threw my bathing suit into my duffle, put on a pair of blue shorts and a tight, white tank top. Tossing my bag into the back seat, I hit the road. Since the weather was holding out, I put the top down of my convertible. I love this car. A 1969 blue Camaro SS with black "bumble bee" striping. The old man I bought it from rambled on about the 350 engine, the horsepower and how this model was one of the first to have air conditioning and blah, blah, blah. But all I saw and what won me over was the shape of the car and that it had hide-away headlights. "Women!" was all the guy said as I wrote him out a check and drove the car away. 

Mike knows a heck of a lot more than I do about cars and racing cars. He stopped dead in his tracks when he first saw my car and I swear it was love at first sight. I often joke to him that if I got rid of the car, he'd probably leave me. 

With the wind whipping through my hair and my music on, the time traveling down the shore was quick. Pulling into the hotel parking lot, I noticed a white note on the door of the room Mike rented. "Now what?" I thought as I reached the door and ripped the note off. It read:

"G - Didn't want to waste the sun. Meet me on the beach! - M"

I shook my head and tried the door. "Locked!" I laughed a not so funny laugh. I made my way toward the beach and noticed that the sun was going in and the wind became a bit colder. I looked up to the sky and saw that the clouds were getting thick and black. Not so surprisingly, the beach wasn't that crowded. It was nearing the end of the summer and most of the vacationers had already packed up on Labor Day, so this weekend it was pretty light. I shaded my eyes and searched for Mike. Kicking off my flip flops, I walked on the sand and was stopped by his voice.

"Hey, beautiful!"

I turned around in its direction and saw him standing there with his arms open. I walked slowly over to him and he embraced me. I breathed his scent in deeply and wrapped my arms around him. Everything that I hated about him at that moment faded away. I knew I loved him and wanted to be with him forever. In his arms was where I belonged. 

"I am sorry about last night." He said into my hair, his breath tickling my ear.

"Me, too." I hugged him tighter and then pulled away to receive his warm kiss. The kiss was a familiar kiss. My mouth opened to receive his tongue as it flicked around mine, tasting me. Suddenly he pulled away.

"Hey...wait! Look..." he said as he pointed behind him. There was a blanket laid out on the sand, with a picnic basket on one side and a bottle of wine leaning next to it. I looked at him with my mouth open. He never did something like this. I wasn't even sure if he knew how. He grabbed my hand and walked me over to the blanket. He reached down, opened the bottle and poured me a glass of wine. 

"Madame, your wine!" He said teasingly.

"Merci!" I laughingly replied, taking the plastic wineglass. "Oh, very fancy!" I teased as we tap our glasses in a silent toast.

Before I could even take a sip of the wine, there was a huge thunderclap and it began to rain.

"Oh! NO!" I screamed, dropping my glass on the blanket. "My convertible is down!"

We both ran hurriedly to my car and by the time we had the top put in place, we were totally drenched. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Staring at the rain soaked interior, I realized I was crying, as I could taste the salt that was from my tears sliding on my lips. Even when Mike wrapped his arms around me, I couldn't stop crying. He just held me, stroking my hair and leaving little kisses here and there on my face and the top of my head.

"Hey, babe..." Mike started, "it's okay!"

Nodding my head against his shoulder, I knew he was right. I knew at that moment, being held in his warm embrace, that everything was going to be all right. I took a deep breath and wiped my tears away. 

"Your picnic is ruined!" I sniffled. "It was so romantic, too."

"Our picnic...and it's not ruined. Let's go inside and...Oh, no!" Mike moaned and searched his shorts pocket frantically.

"What now?" I laughed incredulously.

"The room key is in the picnic basket."

"Well, I'd suggest going into the car, but my bag is on the blanket, and guess what's inside?"

"Don't tell me!"

We both looked at each other and started to laugh. "When it rains, it pours, huh?" I said, biting my lip and shaking my head.

"Well, since we are already wet, what do you say we continue our picnic?" Mike suggested, lifting his eyebrows up and down.

This was so unlike him, but I didn't want to say that to him and ruin the moment. I just smiled at him and nodded. We stopped every once in a while on our way to the blanket, hugging, kissing and laughing at our silliness. Mike's eyes never really made it all the way to my face; his gaze burning into my torso, watching the way my nipples were protruding through my thin, very wet tank top. When we got to the blanket, Mike pulled me close to him, his hands sliding under my tank, caressing my wet skin. His fingers splayed out on my ribs, then moved to my back, pulling me even closer, so close I could feel his skin against my breasts.

The rain was coming down lighter now, but we hardly noticed as we dropped to the blanket. I winced as I landed on top of the plastic wine glass, but forgot about it as Mike began to kiss my face, trailing kisses along my neck and sucking the rain through my shirt in an attempt to suck upon my nipples.

Reaching up and cradling his head in my hands, I quickly rolled so that I was sitting on top of him, my legs straddling his waist. I slowly removed my t-shirt, tossing it on the blanket. Mike moaned and he sat up, his mouth hungrily taking in my breast. His tongue, flicking back and forth on the nipple, gently nipping it. My hands gripped his hair pulling his face closer as I arched my head back, feeling the rain dance off my face. I closed my eyes and pictured what we were doing. A fantasy of mine that I never imagined Mike would ever make come true. I felt my body begin to tingle with arousal. 

I arched my back as Mike's tongue licked the rain off my stomach, reaching the top of my shorts. He pulled away only to undo the button and zipper, his hands pushing my shorts down my hips. We laughed as the rain made it impossible to remove my shorts quickly, the soaked materials almost sticking to my skin. But the laughter stopped as he began to caress my skin, looking deep into my eyes.

"I love the way you feel. I could never imagine being with someone else." Mike whispered against my skin. 

I moaned as his tongue began to lightly lick my pussy, sliding between the lips, flicking my clit slowly. I moved my hips with every stroke of his tongue. His hands burned my skin as he held on to my hips, sliding his fingers around to grab hold of my ass. I grabbed his hair not knowing if I should pull him up, or push him deeper into me. As if he read my thoughts, he looked up at me with a rain-drenched face, his lips glistening of a mixture of me and the rain and I felt my heart beat harder.

When Mike began to remove his clothes, I playfully slapped his hands away and took my time peeling off his shirt. I licked his skin, kissing his chest, sucking the rain and tickling his nipples with my tongue. "Lay down." I commanded him and I continued to kiss his stomach. I undid his shorts, removed his boxer and then laid my body against his for just a second. Reveling in the way the misty rain created a warm, wet blanket around us. Slowly, I slid my hands up and down the sides of his body, using my fingernails to scratch him, creating tiny goose bumps upon his skin. 

One of the things I love about him are his shoulders. They are so strong from working out and I kissed them lovingly, nibbling gently at the top and working my way down to his biceps. I caressed the skin and watched as he closed his eyes, enjoying every part of my lovemaking. I returned my kisses to his chest, again licking a line down his stomach, I felt his cock pressing against my chin. I love his cock; thick, smooth ~ perfect. I love the way it felt in my mouth, my pussy, my ass. I buried my face in his pelvis, growling into the warm flesh and nipped him. I laughed at his response of moans and groans. He reached for me and pulled me up. "Yes," I thought as I looked into his eyes. "This is just what I've been wanting." 

I knelt before him, and looked up at him. Mike slid his hands up my ribcage, pulled me up along his body. I moaned as he lifted me up and slid into me. My nipples rubbed against his chest hair, as I wrapped my legs around his waist, my thigh muscles contracted and pulled his body closer.

I moaned as he entered me, my hands gripping his biceps and I bent my head so I could lick and bite his shoulders. He began to fuck me slowly and gently with long strokes. I pulled my hips up and down, sliding my wet pussy against the hard shaft of his cock, bringing him deeper inside. 

It was impossible for me to keep my eyes open with the rain, but I tried to watch his face through half-closed eyelids. Watching the lust play out on his face brought unbelievable amounts of pleasure to me and I inhaled, crying out when he began to pound into me, faster and faster. I grabbed his head bringing his face to me so I could kiss his lips. I could taste the saltiness of the rain on his lips and slid my tongue into his mouth. My fingers entangled themselves into his hair and just for second we paused, letting the passion fill our bodies, listening to a background of thunder and the rain pitter-pattering on our blanket. 

His hands gripped my hips and he began to thrust harder. I closed my eyes and felt his warm breath upon my face. I felt his nails biting into my flesh, pulling me closer, pushing into me. I gasped at the pleasure mixed with pain as his plunged deeper into me and whispered in his ear words of pleasure and desire. My tongue licked at his ear and moved down to kiss him along his jawbone.

 I whispered against his neck that I was ready, my cries mingled with his moans of pleasure as he began to strain and push harder. He plunged into me over and over again, filling me with his aftermath of pleasure. 

Exhausted, we laid against each other until the rain stopped. Our bodies were slick with sweat and left over rain and we hugged each other tightly. He lightly stroked my hair and kissed my face until our breathing came back to normal. When I felt the warmth of the sun beating down on my skin, I opened my eyes and told him that we'd better get dressed "before we get arrested!"

"You're right, wouldn't want to scare anybody!" Mike said, playfully smacking my butt.

After getting dressed and gathering the very wet remains of our picnic, we made our way to the hotel. I groaned as we passed my car, looking at Mike and pouting.

"It's alright." He said, hugging me tightly. 

"I guess we'll get it sodomized?" I asked, as I pressed my nose up against the driver's side window, whimpering.

"What?! No!" He laughed. "It's called simonize and no, that's polishing and waxing. Sodomy is...well, actually, I'll show you what it is...." He voice trailed off as he lunged at me. 

I screamed and ran towards our room. I laughed as he captured me, pinning against the door. While he kissed me, he fumbled with the key and then pushed me through. Almost falling on the floor when the door opened, I turned around and stopped dead in my tracks.

There was a sign over the bed that read:

"Will you marry me?" 

I couldn't breath. I was in absolute shock and turned around to see him on his knees holding the most perfect diamond ring.

"Yes." I whispered my hand against my lips. "Yes!"

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Rubbing my back, I smile as I feel the diamond skim my skin, bringing my hand around so I can stare at it again, touching it just as I have for the past day and a half.

I hear the shower start and breathe in deeply. "It's Monday." I think to myself, "what a wonderful way to start the week and the rest of my life."

Tiptoeing to the bathroom, I undress quietly and enter the shower, to be greeted by my fiancé and a huge smile...oh, not to mention a huge hard on as well!

NOTE: I want to thank both Dranoel and Belegon for looking over my story, editing it and saying kind words that help me continue writing. <Kisses> and <hugs>



When It Rains, It Pours



The speed with which the clouds gathered and the skies opened up took me by surprise. I was on my scooter, driving back from a work-related assignment in a village about 100 km outside of Delhi. Usually, I'd take the car for such a distance, but it refused to start in the morning. I expected to return before sunset, but the assignment had taken longer than expected and by the time I got done, the villagers insisted I have dinner before leaving. 

So there I was, on my scooter, close to 10 pm on a narrow local road when it started raining cats and dogs, as the cliche goes. Since it wasn't the time for monsoons, I expected the rain to stop soon, so I just pulled over by the side of the road and stopped under a tree. Half an hour later and the rain still had not let up. I was completely soaked, even under the tree.

I thought of calling home for a rescue from my predicament. As I reached into my purse to take my cellphone out, I felt a certain dampness. That's when I realized I had taken my fabric purse, which was obviously not waterproof. The cellphone was also wet, and had conked off. Great, I thought to myself. Stuck here without a working cellphone on a highway late at night. Some vehicles were passing by. I thought of flagging one down. But there had been so many news stories recently about a group of men in their cars or SUVs kidnapping women from the roadside and raping them, that I did not feel comfortable doing so. I decided the best course of action was to drive until I reached some village, and then make a call from there.

So I got on my scooter and drove for about half a km when putt..puttt..putt...hisssss. The scooter engine just stopped with some ominous noises. I tried to restart it. Even tried the manual kick-start. Did not work. Great. As if things couldn't get any worse. Now I was soaked to my skin, with my scooter and cell phone refusing to work, stranded on a deserted road at almost 11 pm. I stood there re-evaluating the option of flagging down a car. The rain had gotten even harder now, definitely the heaviest downpour in the region in years. 

Finally I decided to take the chance and stood by the edge of the road waiting for some vehicle to pass by. Nothing. Zip. Nada, for about 10 minutes. Not a single car or truck. Was I in the twilight zone, I wondered.

That's when I noticed a guy on one of those old rusty bicycles approaching from the Delhi side. He was wearing a raincoat, and had his eyes on the road, so did not notice me immediately. I called out to him and he stopped. Crossed the road and came close to me.

"Hello.... my scooter has broken down and my phone isn't working either. Do you have a cellphone on you?" I asked in Hindi.

The man pushed his hood back. He was bald and in his 40s. Wiped the water from his face and replied in Hindi,

"Cellphone? No. I don't own a cellphone. But I am a mechanic. Want me to take a look at that scooter?"

"Oh, thank you. It will be great if you can fix it."

He got off his bicycle, and started examining my scooter.

"Why are there no cars at all on this road?"

"It's a pretty bad storm, Madam. Trees fallen all over. The road is shut on the Panipat side about a km that way. And on the Delhi side a couple of km that way. I was just cycling back home from the garage I work at. It's just a km away."

This did not sound good. If the road was closed both ways, how was I to get home? The man realized what I was thinking from the worried look on my face and said,

"Don't worry about the Delhi side. They were saying it will be cleared within an hour. It's not a very big tree, they say."

He looked under the scooter a few times. Took the toolbox out of the side-box and puttered around. Tried to start it a few times. And then said to me,

"Sorry, Madam. There is thingummy thingummy with the thingummy of the thingummy and we need a thingummy". Well, that's not exactly what he said. But I am a total dunce when it comes to automobiles so he might as well have said that and I wouldn't have understood it any less.

"Alright, so can you fix it?" I asked.

"No, not here. Don't have the tools and parts for it. But if you like, we can go to my garage. It's just a km away. We'll get there in no time. There's also a phone in the garage, so you can call someone and have them pick you up."

That sounded like the best possible option. So we set off on foot towards his garage. Him dragging my scooter, and me rolling his bicycle along.

"So Madam, if you don't mind. What is your name?"

"Mukta" I replied, and out of courtesy asked him, "and what is your's?"

"I am Zahid Qureishi. If you don't mind my asking.... what is a young lady like you doing here at this time? We usually don't get Delhi 'memsaahibs' in our parts."

"I had some work in a village near Panipat. Was driving back when this storm started."

"Yes, this storm is really unexpected. Never seen it rain like this even in the monsoons."

He stayed silent after that, but I noticed that he'd keep stealing glances at me. I had been so preoccupied with thinking about the scooter and how to get home, that I didn't realize how completely soaked I was. Fortunately, as I always do while on village assignments, I was wearing a very conservative salwar-kameez (google it if you don't know what that is), with a long scarf around my neck and chest. But even so, being as soaked as I was, the fabric was hugging some curves of my body more tightly than it ever would.

Nothing too scandalous, mind you, but I am sure it was titillating enough for a middle aged car mechanic like Zahid. His name indicated he was Muslim and Muslim women in those parts dressed very conservatively. So I must have been quite a sight for him. I tried not to think too much about it though. Apart from a few glances, which were perfectly normal for any male, he had been very polite and well-behaved. I did not feel threatened by him at all.

Finally we reached the "garage". I use quote marks because calling it a garage would be too effusive. It was just a small tin shack, probably no bigger than the average bedroom. There was a rusty signboard on top saying "Madinaah Atto Garriage" with some arabic phrases on it. 

Zahid put my scooter on its side-stand and banged the metal door of the shack.

"Who is it?" came a thick voice from inside.

"Mansoor, it's me Zahid. Open up."

The door creaked open and out peered a man I guessed to be Mansoor. He was shirtless and wearing a dirty pair of boxer shorts. He was a small man, shorter than me, and I am just 5 ft 3. Had a thick beard, and curly gray hair. I'd guess him to be older than Zahid, maybe in his 50s.

"What happened?" he asked, staring at me.

"This is Mukta Madam. She was driving back to Delhi when her scooter broke down. I saw her when I was going home, so brought her here."

"Hmpfff... OK... bring it in." Mansoor said and opened the folding doors completely. Zahid and I walked in. It was, as I said, a small shack. There was a small mattress in the corner where I guess Mansoor slept. The rest of the shack was filled with two-wheelers, their parts and other tools. The whole place also reeked of something I couldn't quite place... probably just grease and male sweat. In another corner was a chair with a table, and on top of the table, a telephone.

"Can I use the phone?" I asked.

"Yes sure." Mansoor said as he started opening the scooter's casing.

I picked up the receiver and held it to my ear. Silence. No dial tone.

"There is no dial tone" I said.

Mansoor came over and took the phone from me. As he did, I could not help but notice his still shirt-less torso. It was hairy, and he had a big pot belly. There were some stains of grease on his belly, chest and arms.

"I guess the storm knocked the lines out."

"Oh. Is there someone close by with a cellphone?" I asked.

"There's just our garage and two other shops here - one a tea stall and another for hardware. Both are closed, and the guys who run them don't stay in the shops like me. You will have to walk a couple of km that way for any other shops or houses."

I weighed my options. It was still raining pretty hard. I could walk to the other shops. But maybe I could just wait for these men to fix my scooter and then drive. Zahid was already working pretty hard at it. Mansoor went and stood next to him and they started discussing whatever was to be done. That's when my sneezes started. Achoo's after achoo's. About a dozen or so.

"Looks like you are catching a cold because of your wet clothes." Mansoor said looking at me. "If you want, I can give you a clean shirt and a lungi to change into."

"No, that's fine. I can wait. It won't take long to fix this anyway, right?"

"It will take about an hour, and..."

He was interrupted by another bout of sneezing from me. After my sneezes subsided, he looked pointedly at me. I could feel the sneezes getting worse. I decided that it would be stupid to risk getting pneumonia when there wa an option to change out of my wet clothes.

"OK I suppose I should change."

Mansoor went to the corner and opened a box. He took out a towel, a relatively clean t-shirt, and a lungi. A lungi, for those who don't know, is a sarong-like wrap that many Indian men wear. He gave it all to me and said,

"As you can see, there is no other room. You can change in here. Zahid and I will wait outside." They walked out and I went to close the door. It was just a rusty bolt which I slid into the loop. There was a nail hanging from a thread from the bolt. The purpose of the nail, as I later realized, was to be inserted into a hole at the end of the bolt, to act like some sort of a lock. I didn't realize it then and left the nail hanging as it was instead of inserting it into the hole. Which, ironically, lead to further events.

I should have moved to the back of the shack to change. But whether it was the greasy smell or just laziness, I did not. I started changing just a couple of feet inside the closed door. I then took off my salwar and kameez which were by now dripping with water. I thought for a second about keeping my bra and panties on, but they were too wet. So I took them off too, and got completely naked. I took the towel and started drying myself. I was drying my hair when it happened. The wind suddenly picked up, and the door started shaking from the wind.

A big and audible gust of wind came and as if in slow motion, I saw the bolt sliding back under the pressure. In what must have been just a second, but felt like an eternity, the bolt slid back completely and the folding doors opened with a bang. Zahid and Mansoor who had been standing with their backs to the door were startled by the noise and turned around. 

I stood there motionless with my hands holding the towel to my hair, as Zahid and Mansoor stared at me dumbfounded. There I was, completely naked. In front of two men I had just met. 

I was caught in two minds about what to do. Whether to cover myself up or close the door. My first instinct was to grab whatever I could and cover my nakedness. I had grabbed and picked up my salwar and kameez which were bundled together on the floor at my feet. I held them in front of me and then ran forward to close the door again. Which was a big mistake.

The gusty wind which had blown the door open was still blowing strong. My hands were wet and slippery, as were the clothes. So the gust of wind blew my salwar and kameez out of my hand and outside on to the street and into the darkness. And once again my nakedness was visible to the two men who were still standing rooted to their spots, a few feet away from the door. I now decided to close the door first. Because of my hair getting in my face, I was struggling to pull the door back against the wind gusts when WHOOOSHHH... something else flew by me. The shirt, towel and lungi that Mansoor had given me had also flown out. Those were the last possible things to cover myself with. I could now think of no short term fix to my visible nakedness.

I sank to the ground, wrapped my hands around my folded knees, and hid my face in them, hoping this would at least hide my boobs and pussy. The face was hidden mainly out of shame. In a few seconds I heard someone walk in and close the door. I also heard a chuckle, and then realized, I had heard only one set of footsteps. I looked up and saw Mansoor putting the nail into the hole of the bolt.

"You didn't put this nail in, did you? I thought it was obvious that's what it was there for." he said. I just started at him, red-faced. "Well, Zahid is out there running after your clothes to get them back. Good man, that Zahid. Always does the right thing. I, on the other hand, just had to have another look. Hehe. Come on, don't be shy. I've seen everything anyway."

Mansoor was now standing right above me. He was fully drenched, as were his boxer shorts, and his erection was adding to the effect, leaving little to imagination. I could not help but stare at his penis and testicles outlines through the wet shorts. Which turned out not to be a smart thing because he noticed what I was looking at and said,

"Oh, that interests you? Well, fair's fair. You showed me everything, so the polite thing would be to do the same." and in one motion he slid his shorts down. I stared even harder. His dick was circumcised, like all Muslim men. I had so far been with only Hindu men, and the only circumcised dicks I had seen were in porn films. I had often fantasized about what it would feel like to touch one, take it inside, maybe even suck it. This train of thought was running through my head as I, almost involuntarily, reached out and touched the head of his dick. I wrapped my fingers around it and shook it around playfully. Almost at once, the realization of what I was doing hit me and my hand froze. I looked up at him with trepidation.

He seemed at a loss for a few seconds. So far his behavior was mostly about bravado and arrogant needling. He probably expected me to feel shy and shrink back. And frankly, I would have expected the same from myself. But my unexpected reaction had surprised him as much as it surprised me. We were motionless like that for a few seconds. I staring at him with his dick in my hands, and him standing there staring back at me. Who moved next would be crucial in deciding the turn of events. If I had shrunk back, or maybe yelled at him, he would certainly have backed off. But my motionlessness gave him the opening he needed.

He bent down, grabbed hold of my hair and pushed my face towards his dick. I let go of his dick as it hit me on the cheek. He pushed my head back and pulled it again, this time the dick hit my closed lips. I looked up at him, and our eyes met. He gave me a stern look, a primal dominant male look which I tried to return with a laboriously mustered up look of resentment. Then he smiled and cocked his head to turn his gaze lower. I followed his gaze and was shocked at what I saw. My left hand was fingering my clit. And I was now on my knees. My body was reacting entirely on its own without keeping me updated.

"Heh..hah...hahaha" Mansoor started laughing. I couldn't help breaking into what they call a shit-eating grin. I felt his grip on my hair get tight again. He pulled my head towards his dick. This time I opened my mouth and let it in. Immediate reaction - gag reflex. A combination of the strong stink of his dick as well as the fact that he had thrust his cock all the way in and probably hit my tonsils. He took the dick out. I turned my head coughed a little. Then turned back to face his dick. Took it in my right hand and started sucking on it slowly, using my usual blowjob technique. The foreskin-less head that I had encountered for the first time felt nice, almost like a big lollipop. I took it out occasionally to glance at it, gave it a peck or two. I was like a little kid transfixed by a new toy.

Mansoor was now moaning in pleasure and running his hands through my hair. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be enjoying this blowjob. I had been sucking for a couple of minutes when there was a knock on the door. Mansoor clucked his tongue in annoyance, and said,

"That is Zahid. Damn, I forgot about him."

He took the three steps to the door, and opened it. Zahid rushed in, holding just my bra in his hand, and closed the door.

"Sorry Mukta Madam, the rest of it just flew away. This was stuck in a tree so......." his voice trailed off as he took in the scene in front of his eyes. Mansoor was standing there naked with his dick erect. I was on my knees with my left hand still fingering my clit. He looked at Mansoor and me turn by turn, and then said, "Oh.... I see."

"Been years since we banged a chick together, old friend." Mansoor said, slapping him playfully on the back. He then walked past me towards the mattress and lay down on it. He then beckoned me to go to him.

"But... is she... I mean..how come.." Zahid tried to string a sentence together, "You're not forcing her, right?"

There was silence for a couple of seconds. I realized Zahid was looking at me for an answer. With this break in the proceedings and Zahid's question, I had suddenly become doubly aware of the situation. I had been willingly sucking a strange man's dick, a fat old stinky hairy mechanic's dick, and had been fingering myself while at it for good measure. Had I been forced? Zahid's question gave me an exit route if I were to take it. I momentarily even considered it. But the work my fingers had been up to down there had put me in a different state of mind altogether. The normal demure Mukta who had struggled a few minutes back to cover herself up and close the door had seemingly been carried away by the gust of winds with the clothes. This Mukta was possessed, consumed by the most animalistic and basest of instincts.

I got up from my knees and stood up. Slowly walked towards Zahid. Took the bra from his hands and flung it into some corner. Then I turned around, and walked towards Mansoor, swaying my hips exaggeratedly, giving Zahid a great look at my butt. I reached the mattress and got down on my knees between Mansoor's spread legs. Bent down and resumed my blowjob.

Zahid did not need an engraved invitation after this. He was out of his clothes in a jiffy and was on his knees behind me. He fondled, pinched and slapped my tight round butt for a while. Then put his finger in my pussy, and chuckled at the wetness. And very soon, ahhh... a cock in my pussy. It had been weeks. After experiencing how a circumcised cock feels in the mouth, I was now experiencing it in the pussy. Not too different in the pussy, I must say. But there was much more to Zahid's cock than just being circumcised. There was girth, the sort that I had never experienced before.

Zahid drilled me hard and fast. His hand kept moving from around my waist, up my back, playing with my boobs, back to my waist, grabbing my butt flesh and so on. His intense fucking distracted me from my sucking and I was just holding Mansoor's dick in my mouth. Mansoor took the lead then. He got on his knees, grabbed my hair and started fucking my mouth. I was being pistoned hard at both ends, and was experiencing a never-before bliss. Mansoor then started with his smack talk,

"Oh yes, oh yes, you randi, you slut. You like this don't you, you Hindu bitch? You like being fucked by two Muslim dicks. Don't you? Don't you? Answer me, slut." and he took his dick out of my mouth.

"Mmmm...hmm...AHHH" I moaned in response as Zahid was hitting the right spots and the right tempo.

"Say it, bitch. Say you like being fucked by Muslim dicks."

"Yes...OOOO...AAHHH...I like...AHH..MMMM...being fucked....AHHHHHHH...by Muslim dicks. Ohhh Zaaaaaaaaaahidddddd" I yelled as the first orgasm hit me. I don't know if Mansoor making me acknowledge the taboo nature of this encounter played a role in it, but I had an extremely intense orgasm. I yelled and shuddered as it lasted longer than usual.




When It Rains, It Pours



"Hear the Hindu bitch scream with pleasure." Mansoor said triumphantly "Bet she is a brahmin bitch too. Are you? Are you a brahmin slut?"

"Yesssss" I exhaled. Zahid was still at it. His longevity amazed me. No one I had slept with before could keep going this long at this pace and tempo. With some starts and stops, and some change in pace, yeah, many had lasted longer. But Zahid was able to keep going at the same pace, even with the friction that his thickness and my relative tightness must have generated. Amazing.

Mansoor meanwhile resumed fucking my mouth. In a couple of minutes, his grip on my hair tightened even more and I realized what was about to come. Within seconds, my mouth was flooded with a big load of his cum. It took me three gulps, but I swallowed it. 

"Wow, look how easily she swallows, our little Brahmin whore." Mansoor said. He took his dick out of my mouth, and used my hair like a napkin to wipe it off "Good for fucking and for cleaning, HAHAHA" he added. He then backed away and sat there looking at us. Zahid continued fucking me. It was now close to twenty minutes, I thought to myself in the lustful haze, and he hadn't paused at all, even for a second. As if on cue, he paused and took his dick out of my cunt with a small plop sound.

"Get on your back." he said, "I want to look at your face."

I turned around and got on my back. Zahid put his knees on either side of my butt. He then took my feet at put them on his shoulder. Then with his hands grabbing my boobs hard, he rammed his dick into me again. And I almost came again. At this angle, he had reached even farther inside and touched places that had never been touched. And he started yet again, at that hectic pace, fucking me.

"Zahid-miyaan." Mansoor said, "Good to see your stamina has only grown with age. But remember, you already have six kids. You don't want a seventh, do you, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I know." Zahid replied even as he kept fucking me. "I'm not planning on cumming inside her. Unless she wants it."

"AHHH....I am...MMMM....OHHHH... on the pill. You caAAA....can..MMMHHH... cum inside." I managed to get the sentences out. I really was on the pill, and the way this man was fucking me, I wanted him to cum inside me.

"Haha, of course she is. That's how all these Brahmin sluts are. Taking pills so they can go around screwing Muslims they like." Mansoor said.

"Will you shut up about the Brahmin-Muslim thing? I'm sick of it." Zahid said, partly in embarrassment. But it probably did have some effect. He took his hands off my boobs and put them around my thighs. Still on his knees, he straightened up from the waist, lifting my butt off the mattress, and started ramming my cunt even harder. I sensed what was about to happen, and realized this change of posture had started my own orgasm. Zahid thrust his hips ahead, then back, ahead then back. My whole body moved with him as we both had our orgasms.

Zahid exhaled loudly, let go oh my feet and stayed like that on his knees. I was still writhing with the after-shocks of my orgasm. I could still feel his dick hard inside me for about a minute more. He finally took it out and sat there. I took my hand to my pussy and could not believe the amount of jizz that was coming out of it. I sat up, unsure of what to say. Zahid seemed to be thinking the same thing. And Zahid's rebuke had temporarily shut Mansoor's mouth too. Mansoor did however, come close to me and start playing with my breasts.

"Let's work on her scooter." Zahid said, and Mansoor reluctantly let go of my boobs and followed him. They both put their clothes on and started working on the scooter.I lay there on the mattress for a while to regain my breath. It was still raining, but the intensity had clearly waned. I got up and walked towards the table. Picked up the phone's receiver. Ah. The dialtone was back. Phone lines were back up. Dialed my home number.

"Hello. Mukta here." I said.

"Mukta, where have you been? I was worried sick!" my husband said, clearly worried.

"Sorry honey." I replied, "It started raining very hard and the roads got dangerous, so I decided to turn back and return to the village to wait the storm out. But my cellphone got wet and stopped working. And the landline connections were down too, so could not call."

"Oh okay. Thank heavens you're safe. I was really worried. So should I come there and pick you up? It'll take me just two hours." hubby dearest asked.

I felt something poke my butt. I turned around to see Mansoor, naked again, with his dick erect once more, grinning at me. He put his finger on my clit and bit my ear, silently chuckling.

"No, that's fine." I said, struggling to sound normal. "They have put me in a small guesthouse of sorts here. I will be fine. I don't want you to drive in these conditions. I've heard there are many fallen trees blocking the road. Plus, you have to work tomorrow. Just go to sleep. I'll come back in the morning. Good night, honey."

Mansoor's finger at my clit had now found just the spot and it took monumental effort to say that whole statement normally.

"OK, good night. And take care. This is the number I can reach you at? The one you called from?"

"Yes, honey. Bye."

I banged the phone down breathlessly, and yelled at Mansoor,

"What the hell were you trying to do?"

"Hehe. So the brahmin slut is a married lady too. Where is your mangalsutra? You take it off when looking for men to seduce?" he said.

"I don't wear one. What do you want anyway?" I looked over my shoulder at Zahid who was still working on the scooter.

"As great as your mouth was, my dick would like to taste your cunt too like Zahid did. Something to keep us busy while Zahid fixes your scooter. Also, I was thinking, let's not distract Zahid in here. So here's an idea...."

Fifteen minutes later. Wet grass feels really odd and squishy on the bare back and butt, I thought to myself as Mansoor lay on top of me, his pot belly frequently brushing against the bottom of my boobs and his bear brushing against my face, as he fucked me gradually. The rain was still falling, but was now down to a drizzle. We were fucking under a tree, about 50 metres away from the garage. I had never fucked outdoors in the rain before. Mansoor was not as good at fucking as Zahid, but was decent enough. 

"Ahh...that's a tight little cunt you have, Brahmin slut. What's the matter, your husband's Hindu dick is too tiny?" With Zahid not around, Mansoor had returned to his offensive smack talk. But the offensiveness was oddly turning me on. And making me talk back some smack too.

"Unhh... why are you so obsessed with my being a Hindu Brahmin, you dirty old man? Fucking Muslim women must be like fucking a dead fish." I said as I put my hands on his butt and pulled him deeper inside.

He seemed surprised at me talking back. He paused for a bit, and took his dick out. He pushed my butt sideways and said,

"On your knees, Hindu whore. I will now fuck you like a dog fucks a bitch." 

I smiled wryly at him him and did as he said. He first spanked me for a bit, mouthing more obscenities. Then he pummeled my pussy for a while more. I was about to orgasm. Probably sensing that, he suddenly stopped and pulled his dick out.

"Argghhh... why did you stop?" I yelled at him at looked back. "I was so close."

"Give me your left hand" he said.

"What?"

"Just give it to me."

I did as he said. 

"Now your right hand."

It took some effort but I did. He held my wrists together behind my back, and my shoulder was mid-air. He gently pushed it down. My face was now on the wet muddy grass, with my left cheek touching the ground. That's when I felt it. His dick touching my asshole. Surely he wouldn't.

"No, not there!" I yelled and tried to struggle. But his grip was strong.

"Yes there. That's what you get for talking trash to me, bitch. Know your place."

And he pressed it into my asshole. It's not like I hadn't had anal sex before. I had. But it had been a while. So it hurt initially. But after a couple of inches had gone it, it was like my asshole remembered how it is done and relaxed.

"Damn, look at how easily it went in. You really are a whore. You clearly have done this before. Why the drama then?"

It felt the weird kind of good that anal sex always feels. The pleasure more mental than physical. As it happened, he didn't last too long after that. Shot his load into my asshole and then just lay there on top of me. We walked back to the shack. Zahid was sitting there, and my scooter had been put back together. I checked the clock. It was almost 2 am. 

"The scooter is fixed. And the rain has almost stopped You can go if you want. But somehow I doubt you will leave this soon." Zahid smiled at me. I smiled back and said,

"Well, you heard what I told my husband. I am supposed to be in the village. So I can't go home right now. Is there room for me to spend the night here?"

"Hahh... considering what we have in mind, we don't need too much room." Mansoor interjected. "Zahid, this bitch has a fine asshole too. Remember how we sandwiched that whore in Ambala that time? I think that's definitely on the cards. Just give me twenty minutes to recover."

"Hope you don't mind us getting a head start then." Zahid said as he took me to the mattress. He took his clothes off and lay down on his back. I climbed on top of him, took his dick in my cunt and started riding him. He started thrusting upwards. Mansoor stood close to us, staring, and rubbing his dick.

They did sandwich me in a while. Zahid in my pussy and Mansoor in my ass. And it felt fulfilling. We took a nap after that. But Mansoor woke me up in an hour and started fucking me. Zahid also woke up and joined in. That's how it went all night.

In the morning, my pussy was sore, as was my asshole, so I slept in an they kept the garage closed. Zahid and Mansoor went and searched my clothes and brought them back. I had one farewell fuck each with both of them, and left for home. I promised to come back and spend another night with them, but never did. But often when I pass by their garage on my way to some place near Panipat, I am reminded of that crazy night. And I feel tempted to stop and look in on them. 

So far I have resisted the temptation. But if ever I am unable to, I will keep you posted.



When It Rains, It Pours



On the evening of a day whose waking hours were shadowed by dark, angry looking clouds; clouds that frowned upon the dry earth, a couple shared a kiss filled with passion. The man was tall and broad shouldered. His eyes, the color of whisky, glowed with the embers of lust, waiting to be rekindled by the fire that raged within the eyes of his lover. His hair, wild and unruly, curled upon his head. A few stray strands as dark as a raven's coat, fluttered in the cold gale that rushed over the embracing pair. 

The woman looked up at her lover, her storm-grey eyes glinting with a raging lust. Her long, slender fingers, the delicate bones of which were sheathed in a porcelain veneer, gripped his rugged mane. Her pale fingers ending in manicured nails which were painted a rich black. Gossamer platinum blonde strands took flight in the cold gale, wrapping themselves around her lovers neck. But he paid them no heed. For his lips were locked with hers. His dusky complexion complimenting her porcelain one. Her lips were a bright crimson, without the aid of any artificial coloring. She stood there in the cold, her demeanor and attire both regal and alluring. 

She was dressed in a flowing gown as dark as the night, Her silver hair cascading down her back, but now disarrayed owing to the steady gale. Her lover was a young man with roguish charms. His body tapered down to his hips from his muscular shoulders. He often exhibited the grace and power of a panther in his movements that had won him the adulation and affections of his lover. But now we must abandon the descriptions of our protagonists as the clouds, that we mentioned earlier, decided to hasten the plans that our lovers had made for the evening. 

It had grown quite dark while our lovers were lost in their passionate kiss. The lady gleamed and shimmered in the darkness, her pale face seemed in the darkness as she lead her lover towards her bedchamber. Their gait unseen owing to the darkness that surrounded them. They emerged out of the darkness a few minutes later in her bedchamber which was aglow with the warm light that the fire in her fireplace provided. The logs crackled merrily, exuding a welcome heat to the pair who only now registered the cold they had earlier failed to notice. As their awareness grew, they also noted that their outfits were soaked in the downpour that they had fled from. And they stood facing each other with strands of hair plastered to their faces. 

The heat from the fire and the sight of their bodies encased in garments, that did little to hide the underlying contours, soon lead our lovers standing naked before each other. The warmth from the fire caressing their bare flesh and stroking their arousal. A jagged bolt of lightning flashed past the open window, the sudden flash of high intensity burning the images of their nude physiques onto their retinas. They blinked as they broke free of the spell their bodily charms had on each other and stepped closer.

Their bodies met in a heated embrace, heat radiating from one to the other. His hands slid down her pale back, his fingers tracing the bumps in her spine as they traversed the expanse of her back. His aroused member grew in length and girth till it slid between her legs, caressing the slit of her sex. She trembled under his touch, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, this action causing her slit to rub against his hard shaft. Electric tingles on pleasure causing her juices to run freely. Soon small beads of her moistness landed upon his length which caused his member to twitch with excitement. His own juices escaping the confines of his member and mingling with hers. 

"Uhh," she cried out, unable to contain herself. Her partner stiffened on hearing her cry. The muscles in his back and thighs growing rigid as he thrust his hips forward, pressing his swollen member closer to her warm slit. This action was greeted with her digging her perfect nails into his hardened back. Her nails sinking into the hardened muscles of his back earning her a sharp intake of breath from her partner. He in turn grabbed hold of her wet, silver mane and yanked on it, causing her to arch her head backwards. This exposed her graceful, pearly white neck to him. Her skin never ceased to fascinate him. He often awoke to gaze upon her pale veneer marked with fine red lines while she slept with a serene, angelic expression upon her visage. 

His lips descended upon the gentle curve of her neck, his moist lips planting soft, affectionate kisses along the rising arch of her neck.

To be continued, please bear with any errors as it wasn't reviewed.



When It Rains, It Pours Ch. 01



My name is Rain Calloway, I'm 19 years old. I stand 5'5, with long curly blonde hair. My eyes are emerald green and I look pretty good in my cheerleading uniform. I've always had my pick of the boys at school and the jealous envy of all the bitches. It's not my fault that I was blessed with perfect genes. 

But anyway .........

James, my best friend and I went to a frat party last night at his college. I never believed they got THAT wild, ya know I've seen frat parties on T.V. but nothing like this one. 

When James and I arrived, the party was already in full swing. The music was extremely loud, the girls were extremely drunk and the men were extremely obnoxious, as usual. James excused himself to go talk to this skank that I completely despise named Julie. So I walked over to the pool table, which was being used as a make-shift bar.

There was every kind of booze you could imagine. Red liquor and blue liquor, gold and black liquor. I had no idea what to try first when suddenly a strange voice spoke up from behind me.

"I recommend the pink bottle in the back, it's a special blend that I made myself," said the voice.

I turned around to find the hottest looking guy I had ever seen in my life. He was tall with blonde hair and green eyes too. He had on no shirt and the tightest jeans. I swear they must have been poured onto his legs. 

"And what is so special about the pink stuff? It looks like pepto bismol," I said, in a smartass tone.

He laughed and said, "That is no pepto bismol, I guarantee you."

He walked around to the other side of the pool table and proceeded to fix me a drink. I started to feel butterflies in my stomach, unsure if it was nervousness or what. I scanned the room for James, who had already disappeared with Mrs. Skank. 

"Are you waiting on someone?" asked the stranger. 

"No, actually I was looking for someone but he seems to have bailed on me," I answered.

"That's too bad, a hot chic like you, you would never leave my side, by the way, my name's Mike," he said, handing me the pink drink.

I smiled and took a sip of the "special blend."

"Nice to meet you, Mike, my name's Rain."

He walked back around the table and stood next to me, watching my every move. 

"Do you go to school here, Rain?" he asked.

"No, my friend, James, does."

"I see," he answered, "And is James just a friend or am I going to have to get into a fight later on for talking to you?"

"No no, he's just a friend, my best friend," I answered with a slight giggle.

The mysterious pink drink was delicious, very smooth and sweet with a bit of a bite to it once it made it past my throat. 

As the night wore on, Mike and I got more and more acquainted. He told me about his classes and his ex girlfriend that would not go away and I told him about my classes and about all the bullshit I had to endure from the girls at my school. 

The crowd began to thin out and soon it was just me and Mike and another couple in the corner fucking like wild dogs. 

"Do you want to go somewhere a little more private?" he asked.

I don't know if it was the drink talking or just my blatant attraction to him but I told him yes, with no hesitation.

He took my hand and led me up a dark, winding staircase. Finally, up at the top, we came to a long darkened hallway. Doors to the left and doors to the right. 

"Come on, Rain, my room's down here on the left," he said, guiding me thru the darkness.

As we walked past the doors, I could hear people talking in the rooms, music playing and the erotic sounds of sex happening, no doubt the product of the all night beer binge.

Finally, we came to Mike's room. I smiled when I saw a sign hanging on his door that read, "Fuck me or fuck off."

When we got into the room, Mike closed and locked the door.

"Don't worry, I just locked the door because the assholes that live in this dorm have the manners of barn animals," he explained, as we took a seat on the edge of his bed. 

I looked around the dimly lit room, scanning the pictures of sports figures and naked women, the broken lava lamp in the corner and the undeniable calling card of a man's room; dirty clothes littering the floor.

"Sorry for the mess," he said.

"Don't worry about it, Mike, James' room is twice this bad," I said.

"I don't want to talk about James," he said, as he leaned in and kissed my lips softly.

As our kiss became more and more intense, I felt his large hand slide up my leg, quickly making its way to my thigh. 

I reached down and placed my hand on his, breaking the kiss, "Slow down, Mike, we just met."

Just then, his phone rang. He excused himself and took the call. After a few "yeah's" and "okays", he hung up.

"Sorry for the interruption," he said as he took his seat again.

"I'm sorry to be such a prude, Mike, but I'm not the kind of girl that fucks on the first date."

Mike sort of laughed at me, then someone knocked on the door. 

"Shit, now what??" he said, getting up to see who it was.

I couldn't see anyone, but I heard him talking to another guy. 

Just then, Mike opened the door wider and the voice from the other side stepped in. 

"Rain, this is Tony, he's my roommate," Mike said.

"Nice to meet you, Tony," I said.

"Sad time when a guy has to knock to get into his own room," said Tony in a sarcastic tone.

I felt almost as though his comment was directed totally at me and that made me uncomfortable.

"Sorry, Tony, I was just about to leave anyway," I said, standing up.

"No, don't go, Rain, Tony just needs to get some things and he'll be outta here," Mike said.

I took a breath and sat back down on the edge of the bed, watching Tony rummage thru his desk. He too had a very nice body, almost as hot as Mike's.

I watched his ass as he walked back towards the door, his tan body lit by the small desk lamp that was on. He just stood there for a moment.

Oh God, did he notice me checking him out? Was he mad or flattered? And if so, how was he going to react?

"On second thought, I might just hang around for awhile," he said, locking the door again.

He walked to his side of the room and plopped down on his bed, tossing the folders and books he had retrieved from his desk to the floor. 

"Tony, what the fuck are you doing, man?" Mike asked.

"Relax, bro, I won't interfere, I'll just lay here and listen to my headphones," Tony answered, looking at me and winking.

I wasn't sure what the wink was for so I just gave him a half ass smile and turned my attention back to Mike.

Mike rolled his eyes and sat back down beside me on the edge of the bed. We started kissing some more and again, his hand began to wander up my thigh. I didn't want to seem like a prude again, especially in front of Tony, so I allowed Mike to continue.

His kiss became harder, and his hand had already made its way up to my pink lace thong.

He moaned into my mouth when he realized I was already a bit wet. 

I could hear Tony moving around on his bed, but I paid him no attention. Then I felt Mike's other hand reach up and slowly unlatch the first two buttons of my black lace shirt. I could feel my nipples rise and pucker beneath my warm, black lace bra. My clit softly began to throb as I opened my legs just a bit. We continued to kiss as Mike slid his fingers just inside my thong, enough to open my pussy lips. This time it was me that moaned when his fingers gently probed my wet slit. 

I slid my hand down to his crotch where I found the hardest bulge I'd ever felt in my life. I could tell it was straining to get out. So, with trembling fingers, I slowly began to unbutton and unzip his jeans. I felt the bed move just a bit when Mike raised his hips and I slid his jeans down to his ankles. 

Suddenly, he broke the kiss and whispered, "Suck my dick, baby."

Something about the way he said it, I just melted. 

I leaned in and kissed him one more time, then teased him by tracing his bottom lip with my hot, wet tongue. He moaned again as I slid off the bed and went to my knees. I didn't go straight for his dick, I wanted to tease him a bit further first.

On my knees, between his legs, I lowered my mouth to his inner thigh, gently licking and kissing the warm, hairy flesh. I felt him reach down and gently take my long blonde hair in his fingers, his hands softly cupping my head.

As I worked my way up, I felt Mike's grip get a bit tighter. I could smell his musk as I gently flicked my tongue over his balls. His hairy flesh smelled of sweaty denim, but I didn't care. I wasted no time sucking his left nut into my mouth, massaging it with my tongue, then the same to his right nut. 

His moans echoed off the walls of the small dorm room as he clenched my hair tighter, twisting it into tight strands in his fingers.

Finally, releasing his warm balls, I made my way up to his cock, which by now was as hard as a steel rod. I looked up into his eyes as I flicked my tongue up and down the base of this massive tool. I slid my mouth up the length of his cock, finally reaching the tip. I moaned when I tasted his warm pre-cum on my lips. I could feel Mike slowly bucking his hips, preparing to fuck my mouth. 

I got on my hands and knees, my perfect little ass sticking out. My heavy, round tits hanging down and my small hands planted firmly into the generic shag carpeting. 

"Mmmm, that's it, baby, suck my cock like you own it," Mike moaned.

When he said that, my entire body began to ache and throb in complete lust. I wrapped my wet, dark crimson lips around his thick cock head and slowly sucked the wet flesh into my mouth. My eyes still locked on his, I began to suck his cock. I could feel his grip on my head and hair tighten as he started to use my head to plunge my mouth up and down his massive shaft.

His hips began bucking a little faster and a little higher until his entire cock was buried in my throat. I could feel myself gagging each time he slammed his dick up, but I didn't want him to stop. I loved how his flesh and pre cum tasted as they mixed in my mouth. The smell of his black, curly pubic hair filled my nostrils each time I would go all the way down on him.

I continued sucking as I slid my blouse and bra off, finally allowing my young tits to bounce free. 

Just then, I felt hands on my ass, unzipping my skirt. I didn't want to stop to see what was going on, Mike was so far in a zone, I hated to break it. 

I felt the cool breeze of the room hit my hips and legs. My skirt had just been removed!

Then the mysterious hands returned, this time to remove my soaking wet, pink lace thong. 

I moaned into Mike's cock as the stranger's hands slid my panties down to my bent knees. Mike seemed to love the way the moan felt, he responded by gripping my hair tighter and bucking his hips up higher. Fucking my mouth with full force.

Then the mysterious hands found their way to my small hips where they both planted themselves firmly, complete with nails digging into my skin.

I didn't dare look back, to do so would mean giving up Mike's cock in my mouth and I wasn't about to let that happen.

Just then, a voice whispered, "Rain, I'm gonna fuck you, slut."

Right then, I knew. Tony was about to fuck me, but which hole?



When It Rains, It Pours Ch. 02



I felt the heat from Tony's body almost burning my ass. His hot breath danced across my bare back. 

"Yeah, you like teasing me, huh bitch? You over here on your hands and knees sticking that hot little ass out in my face," said Tony, gently slapping my ass cheeks. 

Again, I moaned into Mike's cock, in response to the spanking I had just received.

Mike was going crazy now. His hips were bucking like a wild bronco. I felt like he could rip my hair from my head at any second. I could hear him panting, almost growling. His climax was not far off. 

Just then, Tony whispered, "You ever been fucked up the ass, bitch?"

I shook my head no as I continued assaulting Mike's thick cock with my slobbering mouth.

"Mmmm, then it's time you got your ass cherry popped," said Tony in a low growl.

I could feel his body getting closer, then the pressure of his cock tip pressing just into my rim.

I heard him say, "We need to lube you up first, baby."

Then in one swoop, I felt Tony's thick fingers plunge into my hot, sloppy wet pussy. I thought I felt at least 3 fingers wide inside me as he began pumping in and out. I felt Mike's cock began to throb harder on my tongue and I repeatedly deepthroated him. Ramming his hot wet cock in and out of my throat, swallowing hard and tight around his shaft. 

Suddenly, Tony ripped his fingers from my cunt and rammed them into my virgin asshole. 

I moaned again, almost screaming into Mike's dick. 

I could hear Tony smugly laughing behind me as he pumped his thick fingers in and out of my ass. Then, just as quickly as he had invaded my asshole, he slipped his fingers out. But nothing, I mean nothing, could prepare me for what I was about to feel. Because unbeknownst to me, at that time, not only did Tony have a nice ass, but he had a HUGE cock. 

Again, I felt his hands take their place back on my hips, this time the grip was locked down tight. 

"Oh shit, fuck her, Tony, fuck that slut's asshole," moaned Mike, "Fuck that bitch while I spray in her mouth."

Tony moaned, almost growled again and with one savage thrust, he was inside my asshole. 

The force of it sent me forward, jamming Mike's cock deeper into my throat. 

"That's it baby, suck it bitch, suck that hot cum from my shaft, you slut," Mike moaned, fucking my mouth with brute force.

"Mmmm, what a hot asshole you have, baby," Tony moaned, fucking me deep and slow.

I felt as though my asshole would explode any minute. Tony's cock was so thick and so warm, it almost demanded that my asshole take it or else.

I looked back up at Mike, his eyes were rolled into the back of his head. His chest was glistening with sweat.

"Oh God, Rain, you bitch, here it cums, mmmmm fuck, take it baby, drink it, slut!!" he moaned, unleashing a waterfall of cum into my mouth. 

Stream after stream of thick, hot cum unloaded into my mouth, almost as if a dam had broken loose. He continued to buck his hips, still fucking my mouth, which was getting sore at this point. 

He never released the grip he had on my hair as his cum continued to pour from him like a broken faucet. 

This was too much for Tony to take. He began fucking my asshole wildly. Short, deep penetrating strokes, the tip of his cock piercing my asshole with each thrust. 

His nails dug deep into my hips, causing my flesh to burn. I could feel his heavy nut sack swaying and bouncing off of my pussy, brushing my swollen lips. 

"You ready for more cum, bitch?" asked Tony breathlessly.

I nodded my head yes as I finished sucking off Mike, slurping the last few drops of his seed that were left. 

"Clamp my dick, bitch," Tony moaned, slapping my ass again, " Make that asshole bite my cock."

Tony roared as I tightened my ass walls around his shaft, begging for him to unload inside it. He spanked me again as Mike's cock softened in my mouth. My head throbbed after he released my hair. My long locks of curly, blonde hair fell down into my face, some strands stuck to my neck with sweat. I watched Mike fall back onto the bed, his softened dick resting on his thigh. 

Now I was free to give Tony my complete attention. I reached up and placed my hands on the edge of the bed, gripping the crumpled sheet with my fists. I looked up and watched Mike's cock as Tony fucked my asshole. I arched my back and threw my head back, thrusting my ass even further onto Tony's dick. 

Mike just laid there, moaning and breathing heavily, almost as if he had not cum like that in years. I leaned in and gently flicked my tongue over his balls, back and forth with Tony's motion. 

"That's it, bitch, lick those balls, I'm about ready to make your asshole nice and wet, baby," growled Tony, fucking my ass with all he had. 

I moaned out into the darkened room, panting and groaning. My asshole felt like it had been stretched to the size of an orange. It burned and ached, but I didn't want Tony to stop. I gripped the bed tighter and used it as leverage to thrust myself back and forth. Tony really seemed to like that. His groans and growls started getting louder. His thrusts became harder and his grip became tighter.

"Oh, oh oh ohhhhhhhh shit, bitch, don't stop, fuck my cock like the whore you are, fuck it, baby, ride that dick," Tony moaned, spanking me again.

I couldn't hold back anymore, I threw my head back and started groaning like a whore in heat. I'm not even sure if my words made sense. Over my groans, I heard Mike snoring, he had exhausted himself and now it was up to me and Tony to make each other feel good. 

I slid my small hand down beneath me and quickly cupped my round, smooth pussy. My clit buzzed in my palm, almost screaming on its own to be relieved. Instinct kicked in and I slid 3 fingers deep in my soaked pussy, wiggling them deep, fucking myself.

Tony spanked me again making my ass burn and sting. I could feel the welts rising up from my flesh but that only drove me harder. My fingers dove in and out, fucking me and opening my pussy further than I had ever felt it before. 

"MMMMMMMM, Fuck!!!!!, Take it, Rain, mmmmm God, take my cum, bitch!!!", he yelled as I felt a thick hot stream explode inside my raw asshole. 

He kept plunging his dick in and out of me, and like clock work, my climax took over. My eyes rolled inside my head and my entire body began to tremble. My words and thoughts were incoherent, all I could was surrender to this feeling. 

Afterwards, Tony and I didn't say a word to each other. He slowly withdrew his cock from my ass and gave me a playful smack on my right ass cheek. I turned and looked over my shoulder just in time to see him putting his jeans back on. 

I tried to rise to my feet but I had been on my hands and knees for so long that my body had gone numb. Suddenly I began to feel very cheap and dirty. I had met Mike not more then 2 hours ago and now look at me. A slutty girl on her hands and knees in his dorm room. I managed to pull myself up enough to see Mike moving around on the bed.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry, Rain, guess I passed out," he whispered, pulling himself up on his elbows. 

"It's ok, Mike, I was just about to leave as soon as everything on me wakes up," I said, trying to make light of the fact that I had lowered myself so far tonight.

Mike reached down and extended his hand to help me up. I felt a bit light headed as I made my way to my feet. I looked around the room, scanning for what I have no idea. Mike rolled over to his side, his back to me.

"Lock the door on your way out, ok?" he whispered.

"Yeak, ok," I said, completely disgusted with myself. 

As I walked down the dismal hallway, I tried to figure out how I allowed myself to get here. Was I THAT desperate for attention? I managed to stumble down the staircase and make my way to the door. James was asleep in his truck, apparently waiting for me.


I quietly opened the truck door and slid into the seat.

"Where the fuck have you been??????" he screamed.

"Damn, don't yell, James," I whispered, holding my head. 

"Then answer me, where the fuck have you been? I walked Julie back to her dorm and I came back to find you, but no such luck."

"I don't wanna talk about it, ok?" I said.

"No, I think we should talk about it, Rain," he said, lighting a cigarette, "You've been gone for over 2 hours."

"I met a guy ......." I began, "And then ........"

"Fuck, Rain, you fucked someone you just met tonight, didn't you?" he asked, blowing a large puff of smoke my way.

"It's none of your business, James, you left me knowing I didn't know anyone but you just so you could go talk to Mrs. Skank."

"Oh now it's MY fault, nice," he retorted, starting up the truck.

"I didn't say that, James, please don't put words in my mouth," I said.

We spent the entire drive home in silence. I watched the dark shadows of the tree whiz by as we traveled down the dark, secluded highway. Finally, we arrived at my house at 3 A.M.

"Do you wanna crash here?" I asked, "You know my parents aren't home for the weekend."

"No, not really, Rain," he said, not even looking at me. 

"Come on, James, don't be mad," I whispered, reaching over to rub his leg.

He closed his eyes as if he were enjoying it. I could hear him breathing hard as I watched his chest move up and down.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and reached for the truck door. 

"On second thought, crashing here sounds good," he said.

I smiled, almost a vixen smile, who knows what the night still had left in store ...



When It Rains, It Pours Ch. 03



Once inside the house, James wrapped his arm around me. He was almost sleep walking, poor thing. I guided him to my bedroom and gently helped him sink into the bed. I could have put him in my parents' room, but what fun is that?

As he laid there, half in and half out, I slowly began to undress him. By the time I made it to his jeans, he was completely out of it. He snored louder then my father after a night of tying one on. Gently I slid my fingertips into the waistband of his jeans, and with a pop, they were unbuttoned. 

I smiled when I realized he was wearing black silk boxers beneath. They were warm and the light off my closet light reflected off of them. Carefully I slid his jeans down to his feet, tossing them across the room. I stepped back for a moment and just stared at him. His body was perfect. He had the most beautiful tan and a washboard stomach. His muscles were perfectly chiseled and hard. Just seeing all this made me hot.

Again, my fingertips slid gently into the waistband. They slid down his perfect ass and past his cock, which was already getting hard. I looked down and my eyes widened, I had no idea he was so big. He had a perfect mushroom head sitting atop his thick, vein filled dick. I quietly tossed the boxers across the room where they came to rest on top of his jeans.

He began to moan a bit, but was still very much out of it. It took me just seconds to slide my clothing off ..... again. 

My dresser was not even 10 ft. from the right side of my bed, with a full mirror sitting atop. I looked over and smiled wickedly, watching myself move. I quietly climbed up on the bed, and straddled James' lap. He moved a bit, but nothing I couldn't handle. I leaned forward and placed my small hands on his tight stomach for leverage. 

Then, like the perfect slut I had become that night, I slowly lowered myself down. Within seconds, James was inside me. I moaned a bit as his cock stretched its way thru my pussy. I continued to look at myself with complete satisfaction. I reached up and cupped my perfect tits, rubbing the nipples with my fingers, just holding James inside me. 

I leaned my head back and marveled how perfectly slutty I looked at this moment. It turned me on beyond belief. I started rubbing my tits harder, kneading my tan flesh in my hands. And slowly, I began to ride James' cock. I could feel him throbbing deep within me and I wanted so badly to wake him up. I wanted to talk nasty to him and he to me. 

But I knew he was completely exhausted. And even though I suspected he had fucked Julie tonight, I was determined to be the last pussy his dick felt. I began to grind down, almost cramming his dick all the way up inside me. I leaned forward until I felt his cock tip rub my G-Spot. Oh God, he had no idea what he was missing.

I rocked a little faster, coaxing his dick inside me as I clamped my pussy around his shaft, sucking his fat cock into me. 

Again, I turned to the mirror. I loved watching myself be nasty, I always have even when I was younger. I felt my pussy getting wetter and begin to buzz, wanting so hard to squirt all over James' cock right now. 

I looked down at him, he was totally out of it. I could brand him right now with a hot iron and he wouldn't feel it. Amazingly enough, his cock not only got hard, but remained hard as concrete even though he was somewhere in LA LA Land. 

I began to rock harder now, grinding him as deep as I could get him. Again, I leaned forward and let his cock head massage my spot. I began to tremble and moan, just as I had done earlier tonight. I could feel my pussy clamp and tighten around James' cock. I could feel his throbbing getting more intense. 

I reached behind me and cupped his right nut, squeezing it firmly and rolling it in my hand. He began to moan again and move his hips just a bit. I could see his eyes rolling around beneath his eyelids. I wondered what he was dreaming as I was here fucking him.

I placed my other hand beside me on his bare leg. I used it to pull me up so I could pump his fat cock in and out of my pussy. Each time I would come down, his cock tip would tickle my spot. Three times into it and I was so fucking close to the edge. My body wanted so badly to just cut loose.

I gripped his leg tighter, almost digging my razor sharp nails into his flesh. 

I felt him begin to jerk and his breathing had become heavy again. I could hear him panting and his hips began to thrust up. I guess those were HIS instincts. 

One final thrust and one final bump from his cock head was all it took to push me over the edge. I began screaming, unable to hold back. My body, again trembled as my climax took over. I was bouncing like a cork in water on James' dick, milking him. 

Suddenly, he thrust upwards, jamming his cock inside me. My pussy walls trembled and clamped around his cock like a vice. 

I turned again to the mirror and watched myself cum. I watched my face as my body totally let go. My sticky sweet juices coated his cock like a layer of paint. 

Just then, I felt the warm rush of his cum flood inside me. At first, it felt almost as though he were pissing inside my cunt, but the warmth was nothing more then James' hot seed spraying and marking my pussy. 

I watched that moment too. I watched my face as my best friend shot his load deep into what had become the sluttiest hole in the world. I was suddenly very proud of myself. 

I had been with 3 men that night and all 3 had cum .... because of me.

I smiled at my reflection, completely satisfied with myself and the events that had transpired.

Slowly I rose up and slid James from my cunt. I couldn't help but giggle when a small trickle of his cum leaked out and dripped onto his leg.

Tomorrow he will wake up with a sticky leg and have no clue as to how it got that way, I thought to myself. 

I slowly got up from the bed and turned my closet light off and tip toed across my bedroom, back to the bed. 

I was almost asleep when I realized I had not bothered to put James' clothes back on. 

Oh well, I thought to myself. There's worse things then waking up next to your best friend, naked.



When It Rains It Pours



"I know, lets go back to your place."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"What about the morning?" I asked, reminding him of Carmen's arrival.

"Oh, right. I almost forgot," he was totally lost.

"I did too," I had to admit.

"So then, I guess I'll see you in a few hours." He now lifted his body to free me.

"There's no doubt about that." I heard someone coming and so did he. It was Rosa; I could hear her singing.

"Oh shit its Rosa I'm gonna run for it hope you make it out alive"

I buttoned my blouse and slipped on my heels and like a bat outta hell I darted for the door, down the fire exit and to the parking garage. It was still raining and that revived me just enough to make it home. From the time I left the building to the moment I slipped beneath my sheets I could not stop thinking about the evening's events. Just as I was drifting off to sleep my phone rang. It was Jason.

"Hey birthday girl."

"Jason? H-ey!" I was surprised he would call me so quickly.

"Listen, just so you know, there's more where that came from." He then hung up the phone as quickly as he'd called.

I smiled to myself and fell asleep.

The next morning, right on time I woke up and headed straight for the airport to get Carmen. She was a cute girl, totally what the media needed; another picture perfect teen queen. She hopped into my car with a cheerful smile, ready for her first tour of the big city.

" Hiya," she said, flipping her blond hair and putting on her sunglasses.

"Hey sweetie, you ready for an adventure?"

"Sure am, and I hear I just missed the most dreadful thunderstorm last night! Thank god! I hate the rain. It always ruins plans and there is absolutely nothing to ever do in rainy weather."

She seemed so relieved that the storm had passed. I just smiled.

"I know there's never ANYTHING to do when it's raining, thank god it's over now. We can have some real fun." I tried to sound convincing.

To Be Continued... 



When It Rains Pt. 01



Spoilers: Anything & everything up through Sizzling Sixteen is fair game...I can never remember what book what stuff happens in. 

Disclaimer: Not mine Stephanie and her world belong to Janet Evanovich, which if you are reading the fanfiction...you probably already knew. 

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"Speech" 

Chapter 1

Ending of an Era

Another day, another skip. Another skip, another blown up Piece of Shit automobile. My name is Stephanie Plum and I'm a Bond Enforcement Agent for the Vincent Plum Bail Bonds Agency. Currently I'm in the final on again part of an on again/off again relationship with Detective Joe Morelli. I've known Joe for freaking ever, but things just weren't working out. For this very reason. See my latest car just went kerblewy, and of course police and fire and rescue show up and with them my cop 'boyfriend'. And what does Detective Morelli have to say? Not 'are you okay?'. Not 'did you get hurt?'. 

Nope Detective Joe Morelli has spent the last 18 minutes ripping me a new one. Going on and on about how much I stink at my job, how bad I make him look, how incompetent I am. "Cupcake, you need to leave this shit to the professionals. You are pathetic, always getting covered in shit I'd rather not look at let alone touch. How can you be such a colossal fuck up?" 

"OH hell no!" Lester Santos said as he charged up to us. "I know you didn't just call Beautiful a fuck up. Did you not notice that her skip is cuffed to the fucking light post? She might have lost her car but she didn't fucking loose her skip. She is damn good at her job. I don't know what her personal capture rate is, but the rate for the ones she has worked for Rangeman is 100 percent. So just back the fuck off." Lester works for Rangeman Security. The Security firm owned by my mentor and best friend (and one time lover) Ranger Manoso. Usually I'd tell you that Lester is the happiest of the Merry Men (My nickname for the very hot, sexy men who work at Rangeman); but right now he is well and truly pissed. 

"Lester it's ok...don't worry about it. Joe was just-"

"Being a verbally abusive asshole?" Bobby supplied from where he stood glowering next to his field partner. 

"What? No..Joe was just being Joe. He always acts like this when something blows up around me." I said defensively.

"Bomber, we got here almost the same time he did. Over the years, I'd always assumed that he looked you over and assured himself that you were ok. That his comments were just 

His post adrenaline let down...but nooo, this asshole doesn't care if you are ok. He doesn't even let the EMTs look you over before he starts spewing the absolute bullshit that was coming out of his mouth." Man Bobby was quite pissed. He rarely cusses, and never around me. I crossed to Bobby and Lester, hoping that if this went south after what I had to say, I could keep them from doing anything rash. 

"It's really not that bad Bobby. I'd come to the conclusion that this back and forth thing wasn't working. That I was never going to be what he wanted and that he isn't what I want." I said in a calm, soothing voice.

"WHAT?" Morelli yelled. "You are exactly what I want. I love you. What do you mean that I'm not what you want? What do you want Manoso and his fucking thugs?" Joe yelled. Huh didn't know a person could turn that color.

"He isn't what I want." I repeated less calmly. He is really messing with my serene. "He may be what the 'burg wants...But I'm not 'burg, not really. Never have been and never will be. He is what my mother wants...but I'm done trying to please her I'm never successful any way." It was at this point that I got logorrhea. "God as if the disaster that was my first marriage wasn't enough to show the whole world that I should never be married. But no, my mother refuses to acknowledge that someone may want to be more than a wife and pop out heathens every few years. And so what if I do want Ranger and his guys. They support me and they help me and they hide training in conversations so that I get better. They stand up for me when the man who claims he loves me is shouting that I'm a fuckup." 

"If you want to be the Rangeman whore, and fuck a whole tribe of spics and niggers and whatever the hell else, don't come crying back to me. You don't want to marry me but you'll open your legs for the thugs and criminals at Rangeman...and you call Joyce a slut." Morelli shouted. 

Maybe I went into one of those fugue states, maybe I was possessed by the spirit of Ralphie from A Christmas Story, I really have no clue. But next thing I know I'm straddling Morelli waling on him like there is no tomorrow. "Say whatever the fuck you want about me. But you keep them out of it. Those men have taken bullets for me. Those men have hunted down psychos for me. I would do the same for any of them; I would die for them. Those men mean more to me than you and your weak ass idea of love will ever even be able to contemplate. You don't get to talk about them like their race has any bearing on anything other than the color of their beautiful fucking skin. They are not thugs and criminals either they are heroes. They have metals from the goddamn President of the Fucking United States of America, so don't talk about shit you are too stupid to understand." At this point Lester managed to drag me off Joe, but I can tell you he's going to have to do some serious talking to explain those bruises.

I think ALL of us including Mike and Dean the EMTs and Carl and Big Dog were shocked by what happened next. Joe clambered to his feet and grabbed my arm. "You are under arrest for assaulting a police officer." He said and he read me my rights. 

I could see Lester and Bobby starting to come out of their shock induced stupor. Shock was quickly being replaced with Rage. "No Guys. It's what he wants. Go get Tank and have Connie meet us there. I don't want to have to be with this putz any longer than absolutely necessary."

"You know Morelli, you wouldn't have the balls to pull this stunt if Ranger wasn't in the wind." Lester growled out.

"Joe, you made your point. Now take the cuffs off Steph." Carl Costanza said trying to sound calming. Got to love Carl, known him since kindergarten. 

"Yeah she wasn't beating you cause you are a cop...she was beating you cause you are a dick." Big Dog said jokingly. Guess he was trying to diffuse the tension with humor. 

Morelli just told them to butt out of it. He dragged me over to his car and slung me into the back. Something else could have happened, but since I managed to his the other side door hard enough to knock myself out. 

*****

When I came to, Morelli was leaning into the back of his car shaking me awake. "Come on Cupcake." He said dragging me towards the cop shop. His hands were a lot tighter on my arm than they needed to be. He dragged me to the booking desk. ^Oh God must Hate Me^ was all I could think, when I realized that Officer Gaspick was on the desk today. Damn I really could have used Robin today. 

"You finally think you have something that can stick?" Gaspick asked Joe, giving me what I can only describe as a snide look.

"Assaulting a police officer." Joe said with a smirk. "Sit on her if you can...maybe we can make it so she's not arraigned tonight." 

Gaspick gave Joe a hard look. Then he laughed, "she finally broke up with you huh...from the look of your face I take is she found out about the side thing you have with that nurse from St. Francis?"

"What the fuck?" I yelled. I was a bit too pissed to care about the crowd I was drawing. "You just called me a whore in front of God and everybody...claiming I'm cheating on you with a whole bunch of men who look at me like I was the sister they never had...but you are fucking some nurse from St. Francis...fine Joe, you want to arrest me for assaulting an officer, take these damn cuffs off and let me be really guilty." 

"He CALLED you a what?" a very familiar voice broke through the station.

"Chief Hawser, Sir!" Morelli said with a gulp. He whipped us around to face his chief.

"Get those cuffs off my goddaughter, before I bust you down to traffic cop." Uncle Mickey said as he closed the distance between us. "What exactly are you trying to charge her with?"

"She assaulted a police officer sir." Morelli said carefully.

"Were you there in an official capacity?" Uncle Mickey, my dad's best friend growing up, the best man at his wedding asked in the calmest tone I'd ever heard from him. When Morelli shook his head, Uncle Mickey continued. "If you were not acting in an official capacity, why were you there Detective Morelli?"

"She's my girlfriend sir." the douche-bag answered.

Uncle Mickey gave him a hard look. "So you were there to check on her?"

"Oh please all he did was berate me and call me a fuck up. Then he had the nerve to call me a whore because my co-workers stood up for me. Not to mention that he called the Rangemen several pejorative and derogatory names. Racial Names, Uncle Mickey." Maybe I was tattling...but so, I'll be damn; if I was going down, so was he. 

"If you called her that then this is obviously a disagreement between two former connections. As for the Rangemen, calling them anything other than heroes means that obviously you need to go to sensitivity training again Officer Morelli. Now uncuff Stephanie, before I have you in front of IA for abuse of power." 

Chief Hawser was in full effect as Tank came in with Connie and (whoa) Lula. "Chief Hawser, good afternoon sir. Officer Morelli has seen fit to arrest one of Rangeman's employees for assault; however we have clear evidence that she was provoked beyond reasonable thought." It took me a minute to notice that cd in Tank's hand. 

"Morelli, uncuff Stephanie. We'll take this to my office."

Thirty minutes later, Morelli was busted down a pay grade and had a plethora of classes he had to take to keep his shield; and according to Tank, I was moving into Haywood for a while. 

"But why? I don't have anybody after me?" I asked confused.

"Look, skinny ass white girl, I just spent over thirty minutes in the friggin' cop shop just because Supercop decided to play fast and loose. Your crazy Granny can break into your place. Please just do as the big guy asks and stay at Batman's until Morelli gets over his latest snit." Lula said. Probably she had a point. 

"But, but...it gets so boring when I stay there when Ranger's out of town." I said rubbing my wrists. 

"Well, I'd come and keep you company, but I've got me a hot date tonight with a bigun' he's tall and broad, and makes me feel all dainty and shit. Why don't you get Tank and the Boys to come up and ya'll all chill out and watch movies or something." Lula suggested. 

"Probably not a great idea, Lu." I said dragging her across out in front so Tank wouldn't hear us. "I've been too broke to buy tastycakes, and I haven't been with Joe since we broke up last time." I whispered. 

"But, girl...you two got back together over a month ago." She said shocked.

"Scheduling conflicts. I kinda wondered why he didn't press the issue, but finding out about the nurse, it makes sense." I said with a shrug. "Anyway...I really shouldn't be left alone with all those good looking men. Especially since you and me both know none of them look at me like that. It's cruel and unusual punishment." 

"Especially since you are more than half in love with them anyway." Lula said sagely.

"How did you know?" I gasped. "I mean, no. I'm not. I mean...shit." 

"Tank played the whole thing on the way over here, so we'd know what we were dealing with. You actually said that you loved them all but that you would live and die for your boys. Connie and I figure that meant Ranger, Lester, Bobby, Hal, Cal, maybe Hector," she paused for a second. "And Tank." 

"Lula, you know me. I would never..." 

"You will. You can." She said stopping me from talking and stopping us both from walking. "I know ya'll think I'm just crazy Lula, but I watch ya'll, and I listen. Those guys love you and each one of them watch you almost as much as Batman does." She took a deep breath and continued. "Not a one of them gets a fair shake with bitches here. All any of these snooty bitches here see when they look at them is meat. Big, dumb, sexy meat. But you see them. You look past the scary and see the sweet. Even that crazy muthafucker with the tattoo on his head."

"But what about you?" I whispered. 

"I'm never gonna be nobody's wife, Steph. You saved me, body, mind and soul. And Tankie loves you way more than he ever did me. I might be a bitch...but I'm not evil. If you and Tank get together, I will be the biggest supporter you will find." Lula got a lecherous look on her face and added. "Though I gotta ask...can I watch? I mean I ain't a pervert, like Vinnie or nuthin', but I can't see how your skinny ass could take the manstick Tankie's got." 

We looked at each other and just started laughing. Tank and Connie came over and dragged us to the car. "Ok Tank. I'll go to Haywood. But I really need to go get that skip and turn him in. got to make rent."

"Little Girl, you know we have more research than we can ever get done. If you were broke why didn't you come and make some money." 

"Well, with Ranger in the wind...I wasn't sure if it would be okay." I said quietly. 

"I bet you been mooching dinners off your momma too...never mind she drives you nuts." Tank said shaking his head. "You never have to ask. We love you. None of us want you homeless...unless it will finally get you to move into Haywood permanently." I shot him a 'burg death glare. "What we worry about you in that dinky apartment? You move to Haywood...it would make it a lot harder to collect stalkers."

"Maybe...but what if you guys get sick of me?" I whined.

"Never gonna happen Little Girl. You are one of us and today only proves it. By the way...you don't have to worry about that skip, he'd in holding at Rangeman. You can take him in tomorrow. Lester and Bobby couldn't be trusted anywhere near the cop-shop today, or they'd have taken him on in for you." Tank gave me a smile. He has a great smile. We'll go and grab your stuff and that spoiled rat of yours...oh and grab a couple of distraction outfits. We'll see if we can't get you some extra cash."

We dropped Lula and Connie back by the office and headed to my place on Hamilton. I packed my laundry basket without really thinking about it, I kept replaying the conversation with Lula over and over in my head. What if she was wrong...but lord help me, what if she was right. 

I made sure I put in some of my Rangeman uniforms and took a few minutes to struggle over distraction clothes. After all I had no clue what would be called for. So I threw together four outfits. Typical club, slutty pool hall, classy happy hour, and borderline call girl; figure those will cover everything. By the time I came back out front, Tank had gathered Rex and his food and sundries. He'd even taken out my trash. Thank the Lord, cause I almost forgot about it. 

"Ready?" He smiled when I nodded. "Wanna stop by McDonalds and hit the Red Box?" Again I nodded. By the time we get back, the core team will be off the clock. We can all veg out in front of Ranger's big ass TV, with some beers and some action flicks. It'll be great."

I texted my boys with the invite. Of course I included the information that we were swinging by McDonalds to get the movies...they of course texted back with their orders. It took us another hour before we made it back to Haywood, thankfully most of the guys had come down to help us schlep all the stuff but to Ranger's apartment. 

While the boys got everything set up, I headed to the bathroom and took a quick shower. When I was done I came out and looking through my basket, realized that every piece of lounging apparel I'd brought with me was well slightly naughty. Shoot. My hormones must have packed for me. I threw on a pair of black shorts that had SEXY written across my ass in pink and a pink tank top that had the word SEXY on it also, just in black. Thank goodness that I'd shaved and moisturized everything this morning.

I tried to be nonchalant as I headed out to join the guys. 

CHAPTER 2

I was kind of surprised when I walked back in to find the living room empty. Until I heard the guys' voices coming from the Kitchen. I smiled as I heard the happy, celebratory voices of my guys. I could hear Bobby and Lester laughing. Tank's booming laughter was blending with Hal's. Cal was discussing something about Grandma. He'd been kind enough to take her to a viewing last week while I was chasing a skip...I'm still not sure how she found his number. He managed to keep her contained by promising to tell her the story behind his flaming skull tattoo. Then I heard a voice that made me run into the kitchen.

"You actually took Edna Mazur to a viewing and kept her out of trouble?" Ranger asked, I could hear the amused shock in his voice.

I pushed myself through the guys. Forcing myself to play it cool, I just gave Ranger a relieved smile. "You're back."

"And you are exhibiting real truth in advertising, Babe." Ranger said before he pulled me into a deep panty ruining kiss. 

^Holy Ruined Panties, Batman. Oh damn...I forgot I'm not wearing any panties.^ I muttered. Or thought I muttered.

"Bombshell!" Cal and Hal groaned.

"Bomber!" Bobby moaned.

"Beautiful!" Lester whined. 

"Shit, Little Girl!" Tank said...his voice sounded thick, husky. 

"Giving information to the enemy again, Babe?" Ranger growled.

Apparently Lester or someone translated for Hector. "Bombadera, Puedo arreglar ese problema para usted si lo desea. (I can fix that problem for you if you like.)

Ranger gave Hector a look I didn't quite understand. "Hey what did he say?" I asked turning to look at the Spanish only speaker. As I turned I accidentally may have brushed against Ranger right at groin level with my ass. If I did it was an accident I swear. And I was not smirking when I heard him bite back a groan. 

"He said he could fix the problem for you." Ranger said with a smirk of his own. 

"Whosawhatisit?" I said so very coherently. "Hector, I thought you were gay?" I swung around to look at Ranger. "I thought you said Hector was gay?"

"Si, soy gay... pero también soy codicioso." (Yes, I am gay... but I am also greedy.) Hector said laughing so hard a real tear joined the tattooed one on his cheek.

He did not laugh alone. In fact every one of the Merry Men was laughing, and laughing just as hard as Hector was. "En cuanto a ella como esto haría cualquier hombre codicioso... algunas mujeres también." (Looking at her like this would make any man greedy... some women too.) Lester teased.

"Yeah she would." Ranger said suddenly. One of these days I really need to learn Spanish. "But who said I'm willing to share?"

"Share what?" I asked nosily. "Or is it a who?" ^cause if it's me...do I get to pick who I get shared with?^

"Babe?" Ranger said with his one eyebrow up thingy that he does when Babe is a question.

I blushed...in fact I'm pretty sure that every conceivable inch of my skin was currently at the very least pink. Must deflect... "What?" I whined. "Look it's so not my fault. The last time I had a social orgasm was before you went in the wind. And the only time I get sugar is when I scam dinner from my parents. For the last 73 days I've been living like a monk, worse cause I'm pretty sure they can have sweets. At this point I think I have more hormones than actual blood in my veins, and I'm SURROUNDED by seven of the hottest men in the ENTIRE free world. And apparently I kinda like all of them in that oh damn you're so sexy way. And then Lula said I told Morelli that I love them all but that I would live and die for my boys. All of you...so yeah maybe I should just shut up now." I said trying to hide. I'd have stormed out of the room but I have a feeling that not one of those guys would have moved if I'd tried. But unfortunately my hormones weren't quite finished with my mouth yet. "And hey you say you don't share...but that's all you do. You share everything from this building to your cars with these guys. You seemed quite content to share me with Morelli, who you could barely tolerate. Not to mention the very pertinent fact that you only seem to want me when someone else does...cause hay, all this," I said making a Price is Right Showgirl gesture, "could have been yours but then you decided to send my back to Morelli." Maybe that part was yelled a bit...rather loudly. 




When It Rains Pt. 01



"Speaking of Morelli...I thought you guys got back together over a month ago?" Lester said his tone incredulous. Like he couldn't believe that Morelli and I could be together and we not be together. 

"Yeah well apparently Joey boy had a nursey on the side...so he no longer cared if his 'girlfriend' was getting any or not." I could feel a rhino moment coming on, so I closed my eyes so I could rant internally. ^Oh my God. Maybe I'm the problem. I mean I know I tend to have a slight spare tire sometimes...but I didn't think I was like gross or anything. Maybe I'm bad at sex. Maybe that's why guys keep cheating on me. Or maybe it's cause I'm not kinky. I mean yeah I'm joking about a Merry Man orgy...but I don't even do butt stuff. I mean, there really isn't any way to have a Merry Man Orgy without doing butt stuff. Man, to be honest I think for a social orgasm right now, I'd do all the butt stuff in the world. I swear if I could just have casual sex like a normal person...but No. I have to be half in love with someone to even fantasize about having sex with them. Stupid catholic guilt. I mean is it really so wrong to want some balls to the walls mind-blowing sex? I was good. I'm over thirty and have only been with three men in my life...haven't I been good? I didn't kill Dickie for fucking Joyce before my wedding dress was back from the cleaners. I didn't shave Joyce's head. I haven't killed Joe, yet. Don't I deserve to at least get some hot action now? Stupid sexy Rangemen, how do you not fall in love with guys who look like that and treat you like you're more precious than air? But of course, they all think of me as their sister from another mister. How the hell did I become Hermione freakin' Granger, stuck in the sister zone with the hero and stuck with the second string? Well nope. I got off that dumbass train today. No more being with the guy who has spent the last five and a half books putting me down. Shit I've been quiet too long.^ I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. To see a sea of shock and awe and something really resembling desire. 

"Beautiful...I hate to break it to you...but you weren't quiet." Lester said his voice tight and strained with I can only assume was laughter. "Did you breathe at all during that rant?" 

"I want to know how the hell you've made it this long looking like that and you've only been with three guys." Cal said confusedly."I get more chicks than that in a week and I have a flaming skull tattooed on my head."

"Babe, you may be bad at many things; looking before you leap self-control, minding your own business...but you are definitely not bad at sex." Ranger said stridently. 

Tank looked over at Ranger and said calm as anything. "You know you have no choice now?" 

^^OK, What?^^

"I always have a choice." Ranger said back to his 21C. I have got to stop watching SG1 Marathons with Mooner. 

"You had your choice and you sent her back to Morelli. That was stupid. Now your only choice is whether you can handle being one of seven. We all left her alone; 'cause we thought she was yours, just to find out you played with her like a doll and put her back on the shelf." Tank replied fiercely.

"Hold up guys. I will NOT come anywhere near between you guys. You have been friends and compatriots for a lot longer than you have known me. I will just go back to my apartment and we can all forget tonight ever happened." I said trying to calm everyone down. 

Seven pairs of eyes gave me the shut up look. So I decided to shut up, and stand here quietly. Just this once though.

"Man, Ranger, don't you even realize what you did. That had to hurt worse than getting shot. We can all see how Steph feels about you. For you to make love with her and then send her back to that SoB cop...that wasn't right sir." Hal said the disappointment clear in his tone. "If anyone else had hurt her like that, I'm pretty sure I'd have killed him."

^See this is why I love you guys.^ I thought to myself. They all exchanged looks, doing that silent conversation thing. 

"Do you Bomber? Are you sure?" Bobby asked. "Cause I'm fairly certain that I can speak for everyone of us present when I say that we love you too. And not one of us sees you as Hermione Granger...though there might be some resemblance around the hair. You look at us and you see heroes, warriors not killers. You remind us that we are soldiers and that the things we did in service to our country, may have been distasteful and horrific, but they were done to protect the freedoms that we love. Too many of us were in danger of getting swallowed by the darkness we see every day. Then you came along this ray of sunshine that seems to never get taint by anything...you wash us clean."

"Bobby's right, Little Girl. So if you want us we're yours." Tank said quietly. 

"Yo también, niña Bombardera poco." Hector said with a smile. 

I looked to Ranger. I'm not sure what I expected to see, probably I was expecting his blank face to be there. But instead it was something...new, something hot. "Ranger?"

"Babe, you're right I do share everything with these guys, heck that one pair of boxers in my underwear drawer, I stole from Lester. And yes, if I wanted you all for myself I should have stepped up to the plate long time ago. I've known I loved you for a long time. And yeah Bobby's right, you look at us like no one else. I'll even go one step further and say that you don't look at me as a paycheck, and I know that if we do this it has the possibility of being amazing. But you have to know, Stephanie, if we do this, it won't be for one night." Ranger apprised me.

Apparently he and the guys had been doing that ESP thing again, cause they were all back to being thick as thieves...with Ranger as their leader. "So what, are we talking about a month? Two? Six? How long? Cause if it's going to be a temporary thing...I need to psyche myself up for that."

"Oh no Bombshell, if you choose to do this, it's for the LONG Haul." Cal said with a very wicked grin. "We're not idiots like Morelli or that first asshole you married, what self respecting grown assed man would ever refer to himself as Dickie? If we get you...we're keeping you."

"I think we'd keep you forever, Steph, I know I wouldn't ever leave you voluntarily." Hal said quietly, his smile serene. As though he was closer to heaven than he'd ever been and was just waiting to go in the gates.

"Forever Beautiful...And Dammnit Rickey you have more money than God. Do you know how hard it is to find black silk boxers that fit my waist and my thighs?" Lester said giving Ranger a cross look. 

"Eres la primera mujer que he querido. Quiero que tanto me parece que no puedo dejar que te deslizas a través de mis dedos." Hector said sincerely. 

"He said, 'you are the only female I have ever wanted. I want you so much I find I cannot let you slip through my fingers." Ranger translated.

"But Hector...I can't ask you to give up who you are for me." I said. I think there's something in my eye. Thankfully Ranger translated for me. 

"Lester es muy codicioso, que me llene en algún momento cuando tengo la necesidad." (Lester is VERY greedy; he will fill me sometime when I have the need.) Hector said with a smirk at Lester. 

"What?" Lester said blushing. "I was horney and he was willing. We were on lockdown." He said with an unconcerned shrug. "Ya'll are just jealous...Hector gives great head." 

^Oh holy hell that's Hot...can I watch?^ 

"Only if you say yes Babe." Ranger said with a sensual whisper.

"Hell, Little Girl, if you say yes. Agree to belong to us and us to you for the next fifty...sixty years, I'll tongue kiss the boss man." Tank said teasingly.

"Oh God Yes." I moaned. The very thought of those two super hot men doing anything at all like that made me go weak in the knees. 

"Man do I not want to say this but, are you sure Bomber...cause you could face a lot of flak from the bitter birds in the 'burg." Bobby said reasonably. 

I felt my spine go rigid. I felt the Rhino inside start to paw the ground. "Fuck them. I've been forced to listen to all of them talk about me behind my back and laugh at me. If they don't like it they can kiss my rosy ass. Those who love me won't care and as for the rest...FUCK THEM!"

"Not with Vinnie's dick." Les joked. 

"Actually I think I should be glad I have these six with us. If you've been 73 days without a real orgasm and only nominal sugar...it's gonna take all of us to get you back down to your normal level of borderline nymphomania." Ranger teased. 

"Hey. I'm not a borderline nymphomaniac...I'm Hungarian and Italian. I'm Edna Mazur's granddaughter." I began.

"Holy shit, Bomber...are you trying to tell us you are still gonna be chasing us expecting us to fuck your brains out when we're eighty something?" Cal asked.

"More than likely...Probably. Yeah" I answered. I was shocked when they started high fiving.

"Hell yeah, that's what I' talking about!" Tank crowed.

"Oh we're never letting you get away from us Beautiful." Lester joked. 

"Ok when we're eighty... we have to still have our own place. Nursing homes are evil." Hal joked. 

"Usted será tan bello para nosotros, entonces como hoy en día." (You will be as beautiful to us then as you are today.) Hector promised solemnly.

"Ok...wait you guys literally run from my grandmother...why are you so happy that I'm gonna be like her?" I asked completely confused.

"Beautiful, we, in our late twenties and early thirties run from her, an eighty six year old. When we are all in our eighties, we'll be chasing you around just like she chases the old men at the senior center." Lester said somehow making that statement sound like a very sexy promise.

"Ugh, I don't want to get old and have all that saggy yucky skin." I whined.

"We'll keep you toned, so that will never happen, ok Bomber?" Bobby teased. "So are we gonna be in this until we're old and gray?"

"Yes. Yeah I think we are." I answered. Looking around at the smiles on the Ranger and the guys' faces...their smiles were bright enough to run a city. And my stomach took that very moment to remind us that all that lovely McDonalds had grown gross and cold. 

"Guess we have to feed that beast first, Beautiful." Lester joked.

"Bomber, why don't you go get dolled up and let your men take you out for a night on the town." Cal suggested. 

"Yeah. Its only Thursday, I'll bet we can get a table at Rossini's easy." Hal said excitedly. Suddenly all the guys were happy and animated. 

Somehow I found myself agreeing and an hour later we were being shown to a table in the center of Rossini's. Surrounded by some of the sexiest, well dressed men ever. Ranger looked great in his chocolate brown Armani, with a sapphire blue tie. Tank was sexy as hell in his black FUBU suit with a light lavender shirt. He was tieless and had left the collar of his shirt open, displaying his strong neck. Lester had gone for navy blue and white, with a tie that looked like a stormy night sky. Cal was in a gorgeous gun metal gray FUBU suit and he had chosen to wear a light gray shirt with it. His tie was a wash of grays, almost white at the Windsor knot and deepening to a shade away from black at the bottom. Hal's suit was Chocolate brown, and it was perfectly tailored, with a cream shirt and golden tie, he looked good enough to eat. Bobby's suit was a dark gray pinstripe suit, with a light blue shirt and a silvery blue tie. Hector's suit was amazing. It was a black Gucci suit with a black shirt and crisp, ice blue tie. Walking in with them I could feel the eyes of every female in the place GLARING holes through me. ^^Be jealous Bitter Bitches.^^

I was wearing a gorgeous little dress I found on clearance at Macy's before criminals stopped skipping the last month. It was a Suzi Chin one-shoulder ruched dress in medium gray. It hugged my curves great and best of all I'd found a pair of coral pink peep toe four inch semi-platform FMPs. I'm telling you my hormones packed for me earlier, because I have no memory of packing this dress, or the shoes. But according to the kisses the guys had pressed to my mouth before we left Haywood. I looked damn good, if I do say so myself. We had barely been seated when who should enter the damn restaurant but one Officer Joe Morelli. On his arm was a tiny bottle blonde with a rack that HAD to be fake as hell. I mean it was defying gravity. She was in white strapless number that looked kind of cute in a retro, Suzy Homemaker kind of way. As he was approaching, Ranger leaned over and whispered in my ear. 

"Babe, I don't know which is more fake; her hair or her tits." 

CHAPTER 3

Joe and his mini-Barbie doll passed by our table without so much as a look from him. She almost tripped over her own tongue looking at my guys. I kind of wish he had said something...I would have loved the opportunity to make her cry. Oh well. Given the nature of my hometown...I'm pretty sure that I will have plenty of opportunities to poke the bitch with a stick. I looked around the table and felt sure that each the guys wanted to say something to Joe themselves. I also noticed that Tank was firmly restraining Bobby and Lester; probably they would have been happy telling Morelli off...probably. 

With the showdown postponed, we turned our attention to our own menus and conversation. I quickly realized that I had a bit of a terminology problem. "Ok so My Boys doesn't fit...My Guys seems a bit too goomba, and My Lovers seems too trite...then there is the fact that I can't call you the Merry Men...that's all the Rangemen and you guys are special." I began. Suddenly it hit me...a total epiphany. "The Justice League. Ranger's already Batman...so I'll just keep going with the theme. Tank, you are SO Steel. Big beautiful black man. Strong as hell with a heart of gold and even stronger sense of justice. Lester has to be Flash...snarky, sarcastic, positive he's God's gift to women...Funny sometimes; funniest when he isn't trying. Bobby is Dr. Fate, smart with tons of medical magic. Cal is Aquaman, misunderstood buff guy with amazing swimming capabilities. Hal is our Green Arrow. The voice of reason, the most often underestimated one. And Hector, you are Vibe..former gangland leader turned hero. I mean yeah, you are Mexican not Puerto Rican...but still. Plus Vibe did these really cool things with his shockwaves. Plus I've always dreamed of being Wonder Woman."

"Yeah, but Beautiful...when we get you in bed, you're going to sound more like Black Canary." Lester said silkily. 

^Dun Dun Dun Another Pair bites the dust.^ I hummed.

The entire Justice League busted into laughter. They drew every eye in the room. Men wished they could be them and women wished they could be with them. But back off Bitter Bitches these seven are mine...and possibly each other's, at least in Hector and Lester's case. When they finally got themselves under control, Bobby gave me a very stormy look. "So Bomber...how close to virginal are you?"

"Huh?" I asked dumbly. "I'm nowhere near virginal. I've had lots of sex."

"Let me rephrase...what have you tried?" Bobby asked. 

"Well...I mean I've done missionary, a lot, and I like to be on top. Don't get to do that one near as much as I like. Oh and the spoon way." I said blushing, remembering my one night with Ranger.

"What about taking it from behind?" Tank hissed.

"Not in a long time, really. I mean with Ranger. He was the only one I could trust, after Dickie tried to force the butt stuff issue." I said still blushing, "I have trouble even talking about --well you know, outside the moment." 

"But, you love suggestive talk and innuendo." Ranger pointed out.

"Yeah...I can handle double entendres and flirting...but dirty talk. Dickie told me to stop trying cause I sounded silly." I sighed. "I didn't even try it again until you kept dragging it out of me."

"It was so hot hearing your innocent, sexy-ass mouth saying dirty, dirty things." Ranger growled.

Looking around the table, it was a sea of lust ridden faces as each of my men seemed to be busily imagining what Ranger had described. They all started squirming in their seats. "What else do you like Bombshell?" Hal asked his voice strained.

"Well I like receiving...you know" I dropped my voice, "oral. And I really liked giving it to Ranger. Morelli not as much and Dickie not at all. I think part of it was with Dickie and to a certain extent Morelli, I felt like I was an inter-changeable part, any female mouth in the world. But with Ranger, I felt like it was just a different way to make love to him. I don't know...why do we have to talk about this here?" I was redder than a tomato right now. 

"Because...if we discuss it here, we'll actually discuss it and not end up stripping you naked and fucking you until you can't walk." Tank groaned. "Besides this, and listening to you eat...well, let's just call it foreplay."

"Yeah, foreplay...I like lots of foreplay." I said with a dreamy smile on my face. "And deep, pantie ruining kisses. And strong, good smelling hugs. You guys always smell so good." I moaned. "Ranger in Bulgari Aqua, Tank in Obsession, Bobby in Dolce and Gabana Light Blue, Hal and his Versace Pour Homme, Lester just had to go for Santos de Cartier, Cal's is Prada Amber...and Hector's old fashion he still wears Davidoff's Cool Water." They were all looking at me like I had three heads. "What, I like the way you all smell. And I love Macy's." I said defensively. 

"You are amazing! How did you do that?" Hal breathed. 

"It's a talent." I've always been able to do it. "I always know. At least if it's one I've smelled before. I can identify if not the definite fragrance, I can tell you what designer's line it's from." I shrugged. "Remember Jimmy Nimsicki, FTA for first time assault. He hid in his crawl space, I knew he was down there cause I could smell his Aramis. He's been wearing it since high school."

"Wow. So nice subject change...you get points for the effort, but tell us more of what you like. What do you fantasize about?" Cal asked.

"Oh God that's easy, you guys." I said blushing again. "A few times, all of you, other times one on one...or smaller groups. Some of them are things I don't think are physically possible-"

"Like what?" Ranger asked intrigued.

"Like I can't figure out how I can get my legs opened wide enough to rub my doo-dah against Cal's tattoo." I smirked a bit. I'm almost positive that one is not possible. "And I read a story once where two guys were in the same --you know- place and I really don't think that is possible. At least not with the packages you all carry." 

"Ok so, you've mentioned Cal's favorite fantasy and mine and Bobby's. Yoga could help with Cal's." Lester said coyly. "What else do you fantasize about?" 

^Really, that's kind of weird.^ "Umm...I guess...I do think about anal, what it would be like to have one of you in my doo-dah, and another back there, maybe one more in my mouth. I have one that I always assumed would never happen...but maybe I was wrong. In it I'm the bottom of a Hector sandwich. He's in me while someone is in him." Ok my face is actually very close to erupting into flames right now, my cheeks are so hot. 

"God, you have good fantasies." Lester breathed when he finished translating for Hector. Our waiter chose this moment to arrive. He fumbled his pen and pad to the table. Once he got himself back together, we all placed our orders. Though only Tank, Hector and I ordered dessert. 

As soon as the waiter left, I turned the conversation to them. "What about you guys, what do you want to do with me?"

"We'll tell you...but only if you agree to tell us the ones you've held back after we do." Tank said giving me a deep penetrating look. 

"Stupid ESP...can't you just ESP it and I not have to say them out loud?" I asked. 





When It Rains Pt. 01



"Little Girl, it's not ESP. its simple truth. Something about the way women are raised... even when they are in a fully committed relationship, they tend to hold back sharing their fantasies and wants. It tends to be even worse when raised by uber-conservative people; like your mother." Tank soothed.

^Well I can't go put on more mascara, so I'll have to get my courage some other way.^ "Can you tell me yours first?" I asked. 

"Sure Babe, I'll go first. While tonight I became acclimated to the thought of physically sharing you with my core team; one of my favorite fantasies is to have them watching while I spend hours teasing and tormenting you. bringing you to the brink of orgasm over and over without letting you cum, before finally letting you explode where they can all see exactly how amazingly beautiful you are when you cum." Ranger said, his voice rich and dark. 

"Ohh Gawd." I moaned. 

"Good fantasy boss...but way cruel. Imagine getting to see her that way and not touch. I'll go next since I'm already talking. Mine is very simple...me, you and the big showers in the locker room. I have this thing about shaving...I want to shave you completely bare, rinse you off and eat your pretty pink pussy until you are begging me to stop and trying to crawl up the wall to get some distance between us. Then I'd pull you to your feet and slide into your wet, tight pussy and fuck you until our legs won't hold us up anymore."

"Dear Lord." I breathed. I can tell you I have never been more aroused in my life, and I haven't even been really kissed in hours. My nipples were tight and hard in my bra, and I was so wet it almost felt like I had peed a bit. And oh lord there were still five more to go. 

Hector spoke next, Hal translated for him. But god the rush of the Spanish language flowing around me was every bit as sensual as the fantasy itself. "I dream of sharing a man with you Estefania, the two of us on our knees before him, his large hard cock the only thing keeping us from kissing. Out lips and tongues driving him beyond desire until he erupts all over our faces. We lick his delicious cum from each other's faces, necks, and then I lick your beautiful tits clean of him as well. As I clean your breasts, he buries his face between your thighs and he and I drive you beyond insanity. The next part would fulfill both out fantasies; I would love to feel you writhing in pleasure under me as he filled my ass over and over again...until we all exploded in the biggest orgasm of our lives."

At this point I have to tell you I'm fanning myself with my clutch. It is hellaciously hot in here...or maybe it's just me. We pause as the waiter arrives with our salads...well in my case appetizer. I have to excuse myself to the rest room...who knew that one of my dreams would come true in the Rossini's Women's restroom.

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I'd answered the call of nature, flushed, and cleaned up a bit. My panties were totally ruined...but they were the only ones I had with me. Note to self start carrying extra undies...incase of ruination. I exited the stall and joy of joys...who should I encounter but Mini-Barbie. "I always knew you were a whore Stephanie Plum. And look at you here with all those 'men'." She lobbed the opening salvo.

"Ok...Mini-Barbie...Do I Know you?" I asked. She was so fake, who know who she started off as.

"As if you didn't know. I'm Helen Bargalowski, Catherine Bargalowski daughter." She said.

"Oh my God...what have you done to yourself? You look like Snooki the blond version...but at least her tits are real. And her lips...you used to be cute. A little pixie looking thing." I was flabbergasted. My mom was comparing me to this and finding me lacking...is she blind or just crazy? Helen was just a year younger than me, but right now she looks closer to forty. 

"You are just jealous. You'd flat chested, and a walking disaster. You wouldn't know how to act like a lady if you read a book about it. And now you are whoring yourself out to a bunch of thugs and loons." She said in her horribly nasal voice.

"Oh please. Jealous of what...Joe Morelli...been there fucked that...was bored out of my skull. You've wanted him all these years, and I bet he doesn't even remember you. Hell the only reason he was willing to bring you out tonight was to try to get the jump on the 'burg grapevine so he looks like the dumper instead of the dumpee." I returned as I washed my hands. "And I'd keep my friends out of your thoughts. Because if you say one more negative thing about them, I will leave you on this floor drowning in your own blood. And blood is all but impossible to get out of that cheap ass fabric." 

She gulped and took a step back. "See this is what I mean, you have no class." She rejoined. 

I laughed, turning to grab a paper towel. "I have too much class to stay here with you trailer-park Barbie. I'm going back to my table. I hope that when you poke holes in Joe's condoms to get him to marry you, you don't catch anything he may have gotten from Terri or Joyce." Ok...so I don't know for sure that Joe has been with either Joyce or Terri recently, but psychological torture is so much fun. I left her sputtering by the sink wondering how I knew her plans for the night. 

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When I returned to the table the JLS (Justice League of Stephanie) wanted a rundown of what had happened. They noticed the tramp flouncing off to the restrooms after I headed back. We laughed our way through the rest of the course...God I love stuffed mushrooms. After the waiter brought out our entrees we returned to our real conversation. "Hal, why don't you go next?" I suggested.

"Mine is pretty much nothing like the others. I want to bathe you. Run you a bubble bath and help you into it. Take my time and clean every inch of you. Then I would dry you off and lay you on the bed and starting with your sexy little toes, I'd give you a tongue bath. Worshiping your entire body until finally we made love until we fell asleep in each other's arms." Hal said a bit shyly. 

"My...oh my. Hal that was beautiful." Nice to see that I'm not the only one at the table who can still blush. "Bobby? Ohh God." I moaned as I took my first bite of the Chicken Saltimbocca I'd ordered. 

"This is actually how mine starts, well not in a restaurant but; all of us together, enjoying a meal...watching and listening to Stephanie eat, even feeding her. Then we strip her naked, and spend the next few hours, days playing with her body, making her cum over and over, until we are all spent and she is basically covered in our jizz." Bobby said. 

"Oh...I have one like that...are you guys feeding me desserts?" I asked. 

"We can be." Bobby said with a smirk. "Cal, you should go next I think Stephanie will like yours."

"She wouldn't like mine. I mean it starts with a distraction, and ends with her getting fucked against an alley wall." Cal said. 

"Actually, I have that one too, Cal. Sometime it's just you and I. sometimes, we forget about the mikes and its broadcast to all of Rangeman. Don't feel bad. Not all of mine are sunshine and roses. Girls like getting fucked hard and fast sometimes just as much as guys do." I assured him, them. "What about yours Tank?" I asked. We paused and discussed some business while the waiter cleared the table and brought our desserts. 

"Little Girl. You remember that really short school girl set you saw at Fredericks of Hollywood at the Mall a couple of months back...it involves you wearing it, and sitting in a mock class room. You've been a bad, bad girl; I have to take you over my knee. I turn your sexy little ass fiery red and then take you from behind over a desk." Tank rumbled.

"Check PLEASE!" I signaled the waiter. The guys must have noticed my desperation cause they had us out of the restaurant and into the stretch Hummer, that had materialized to get us here, quicker than you could blink. Once we were all alone, I began my confession. "Tank, I don't want you to think I didn't like your fantasy. Got I loved it. But it...I should just tell you what I was holding back. You know how independent I am, how stubborn I can be?" of course they all nodded. "I want to give it all up. Not for real, just sexually. I want to have you; one of you, all of you; take me. Make me yours. Tie me up and fuck me until I've screamed myself hoarse. Or spanking my ass, like Tank said, and then just lubing my ass up and fucking me there until I'm mindless with pleasure. But the thing is that my pleasure is superfluous...it's a byproduct of your pleasure, but not the main issue." I struggled to find the words for what I wanted. "I can tell you guys, cause I trust you. I trust that if we did something like that, you wouldn't treat me like that in the real world. But, god, the things I imagine you all doing to me." I gasped and shivered. 

" Like Bobby, I once had a dream where you had me tied up in one of those swing things I saw at Pleasures Treasures. And you were sucking and biting my nipples until I screamed and came. It hurt so good. Or Cal in that Alley, you had my face pressed against the club wall and was fucking me so hard I got road rash on my cheek. Hal, I have had dreams where you tortured me for hours with small shocks to my breasts and clit. Ranger, you made me crawl around under the table during a briefing blowing the core team until I was so completely full, I couldn't even think of food. Lester, I dreamt of you and Hector taking turns at my body. Fucking me hard and fast until I couldn't even breathe. I mean don't get me wrong...not rape fantasies...I haven't had many of those since I was sixteen and NONE after the playground...but maybe forceful seduction. I can trust you guys not to really force me to do anything. I trust you." I said stridently...conveniently leaving out who I'd never been able to trust." I was breathing hard, so turned on, I was about ready to slide my hand between my legs and give myself a hand. I had to settle for pressing my thighs together trying to get some kind of Friction going. 

Thank God the JLS all come equipped with ESP. Lester, sitting on my right and Cal, on my left put their hands on my knees. Spreading my legs as they slid their hands up my thighs. They pulled my legs up over their thighs spreading me fully, showing my drenched coral thong to Ranger and Tank across from us. Quicker than I'd ever seen him move, Ranger was between my legs ripping my thong away. He tossed it to Tank, who smelled it and groaned sexily. I had always thought that someone sniffing my panties would be a gross thing, but I found that so sexy just then, I had to look away. I looked down at Ranger just as he looked up at me; he fastened his eyes on mine and lowered his mouth to my flesh. "Oh God Yes." I shouted. I felt Ranger smile against me. That magic tongue of his started doing pushups on my clit, then sliding down to stab into my wet entrance and sucking gently to drink the wetness accumulated there. I whimpered again as I felt Lester and Cal move their hands out of Ranger's way. Two fingers were plunged into my long unused tunnel. I cried out and arched my back off the bed at the sudden intrusion.

He let me relax for a second or two and then began pumping his fingers quickly in and out, turning his palm up and curling his fingers up behind my pubic bone. "You taste so fucking good, Babe. So sweet and your cunt is so damn tight." In no time, he found my G-spot and I felt my entire abdomen melt into a puddle of goo, as hot arousal shot through me, making me break out in a sweat. He sucked my clit into his mouth and swiped at it with his tongue at lightning speed.

Lester and Cal had managed to get the top of my dress open and down around my waist. The second their hot mouths closed over my nipples, I was gone. I came harder than I even dreamed was possible. Tank's voice rose over even my cries of pleasure. "That's it Little Girl. Fuck you're beautiful when you cum. Can you cum again for us? We want to see that again." My eyes slit open and met his. "Cum again Steph. Now!" he commanded and damn if I wasn't off again. 

When I came back to myself, I was in strong arms, the scent of Prada Amber surrounding me as I was being carried into the Elevator in the Garage. I can honestly say I have never wanted to be in the apartment on seven more in my life. I peeked over Cal's shoulder and saw Hector licking Ranger's fingers, on the other side Tank was passing my panties to Hal who sniffed them and put them in his pocket. Around me, they were quietly discussing the order of events to come, I'm pretty sure I am the luckiest woman on the face of the entire planet.



When It Rains Pt. 02



I have made an Executive Decision. I will not force you to read long sections of poorly translated Spanish...from now on if it is spoken by Hector, it will be italicized, and you can automatically assume that it is in Spanish. Google Translate will greatly thank me for this decision, since now they can go back to helping high schoolers pass their foreign language classes (Why was there no Google Translate when I was in High School)... Anyway thanks so much to all the Reviewers, esp. Margaret Fowler. I'll try to get a workable schedule for updates; I'm very sorry for the interruption in the Postings of my other Fics...this one WOULD NOT leave me alone. 

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CHAPTER 4

As soon as we got into Ranger's living room, Cal set me on my feet and my dress slithered down my skin to pool at my feet. Every one of the JLS let out a sound of arousal. I bent down to grab the dress, and all hell broke loose behind me.

"Holy Hell. I thought your ass was amazing in jeans." Lester breathed.

"Damn, Little Girl, I cannot wait until you let me take you from behind." Tank said, his voice once again thick and aroused. 

I gave the boys a smile as I straightened. I shook out the dress and laid it over the back of one of the stools at the Breakfast bar. I looked around the room at my partners. Tank and Lester still stood near the door; Ranger was leaning against the wall by the mantle. Bobby had taken off his tie and jacket and made himself comfortable on the couch. Hal and Hector had taken the arm chairs, and Cal was in the process of ridding himself of his tie and Suit coat. "Well I hate to be a buzz kill but what about birth control. I'm clean and got cut before I left the military...some people shouldn't pass on their genes, but—" Cal began.

"It's safe." Bobby said confidently. "All eight of us are disease free, as of our last physicals."

"Yeah, but we'll still need to use something to make sure Stephanie doesn't become Mommy." Hal said kindly.

"No you don't." I assured them.

"Babe, you hate the pill." Ranger reminded me. 

"Look, when you went into the wind that time about six months ago... Bobby helped me to convince my OBGyn to let me transition into a semi-permanent birth control method." I assured them. "No pills every day, and there was barely any weight gain. Plus best of all it has really helped on the hormone swings during that time of the month." 

"That's great, Little Girl. But why did you decide to do something permanent?" Tank asked. "What if you change your mind?"

"It's semi-permanent. It lasts for five years, and it only takes like ten minutes to take out if I decide I want to have kids." I said kindly, though I'm pretty sure I won't change my mind. "As for why, well..."

***FLASHBACK, 7 months before the Date***

I've been avoiding Eddie for a week. He's called me every day, and I'm just not in the mood to babysit his kids right now. Well imagine my surprise when I get home, and find him leaning against my door. "Ok, Okay Eddie, what day do you need me to babysit?" I asked as I move him over to unlock my door.

"Steph, I wouldn't have called you two or three times a day for a week, to ask you to babysit. We need to talk." He said as he followed me inside. "Morelli is planning something that if a chick did it to him, he'd lock her in a sanitarium. Well maybe he's planning it. I mean he kinda said it like he was joking, but he sure didn't look like he was kidding."

"What Eddie?" I was getting worried. "What did he say?"

"Well look, Big Dog was teasing him about how he's always trying to get you to quit bounty hunting. Carl said the only way you'd quit is if you decided to, and there was nothing anyone could do to force you because you redefine stubborn."

Eddie related.

"Nice to know my friends know me so well." I joked. If Big Dog and Carl could figure this out...what's wrong with Joe?

Eddie rolled his eyes at the interruption. "Oh, you know we love you. Anyway...Joe then says, 'she'd have to quit if she got pregnant.' And of course we all laughed our asses off, cause we know you don't ever want to do that. But then Joe laughed and said. Who says she has to have a choice...a few pinpricks in the condom and boom...she's knocked up and has to quit her stupid job and marry me. She's no good at it anyway.' Oh please. You say that, but you know it isn't actually true. She brings in all her level skips...at least the ones that are really low level crooks. I told him, Big Dog and Carl started in on him too. Then he said he was just joking. But Steph, seriously, I wouldn't trust any condom he'd use."

***END FLASHBACK***

So a few weeks after Eddie's warning, I noticed Joe started to complain about the type of condoms I kept in my bedside table. Something told me he was really planning to try to knock me up and force me to marry him. So I came and had a talk with Bobby. I needed something tamper proof. We went through the choices and settled on the Mirena...but apparently doctors don't like to use them for women who haven't had children. It took some doing but eventually Bobby boy talked her into putting on in me. And now I'm completely Safe. As long as no one steps outside of this relationship and brings home anything nasty, it will be all good." I assured them. 

Looking around I saw the strangest combination of looks on their faces. They were all angry. I could tell that they were pissed at what Joe had planned to/tried to do. I could also tell they didn't appreciate the fact that I hadn't ended it then. To be honest I had forced a break, but with Ranger in the wind and my mother beating at me, I eventually caved and took him back. There was also the a look I'd been seeing in their eyes for a very long time, but until tonight I'd mistaken it for brotherly affection rather than actual love. But the main thing I saw in their eyes was pure unadulterated lust. The intensity of their desire for me was almost palpable. 

"You guys ok? You're looking at me weird." I finally asked after the silence grew too loud. 

"Multiplication Tables." Tank muttered. 

"Baseball stats." Cal groaned.

"Corpses." Bobby said desperately.

"Grandma Mazur at a closed casket funeral." Lester said triumphantly.

"Yeah, that worked." They all said, and suddenly the level of sexual tension in the room ratcheted down a bit.

"Sorry Little One." Tank began. He settled himself on the sofa and pulled me onto his lap. "But it's been so long since any of us went bare, been able to go bare. I mean you really can't afford to when you are with the barflys, or the uni-hos." He must have felt my confusion. "Some club chicks and barflys get really hot and bothered by the military types. Others like the thought of a check and a hubby who is either out of the country a lot." Tanks large hands had started to drift. He spread my legs to either side of his thighs, and slipped one hand in between my thighs. "Poor Hal, I doubt he's ever experienced it at all. The thought of being inside you has us all hard," as he spoke, he was gently, maddeningly, teasingly circling my entrance, dragging the wetness he found there up and smearing it over my clit, "but God above the thought of fucking you bareback. Feeling every millimeter of your slick, wet, tight, little cunt on out cocks." he slipped his long thick finger into me. Slowly fingering me, making me hotter and hornier as he teased me. "Little One, Stephanie, the thought of feeling you squeezing my dick, without anything getting between, well for every man jack of us, it was so arousing that we had to try to combat it. come up with something, anything that would keep us from cumming in our pants like teens."

"And my Grandmother at a funeral beat out corpses...you guys must have been really hard up." I joked. "If it makes you feel any better, I've never had sex without a condom either." I said panting. Just the thought of getting fucked by all of them, I could almost feel how squishy and slippery and slimey I would be after seven loads had been deposited in my doo-dah. "Oh GOD." I cried out as I tumbled into orgasm again. Tank kept finger-fucking me, driving me to orgasm over and over. By the time he let me down, he and I were the only ones still dressed. 

Hal stepped in front of us. He pulled me to my feet and took my mouth with his. His kiss was softer than Ranger's. It was deep and slow and sexy. His tongue teasing every where it could touch. His hands made short work of my bra, leaving me naked now, except my Fuck Me Pumps, the slide of them down my back was incredibly erotic. And the way he grabbed my ass made me melt even more...if that was possible. Somehow, without breaking the kiss, Hal picked me up, and lowered me onto his waiting eight inches of long hard pleasure. It was I who broke the kiss to scream out to the heavens as an orgasm crashed into me. 

The second his mouth was free, Hal began to babble sexily. "Oh dear God. I'm not gonna last. Fuck, she's so hot. So tight. Steph, you feel so fucking good." He pulled me up and lowered me again. "Shit. I'm gonna pop faster than I did my first time. God you are so damn wet. Did we make you this wet? Who do you belong to Stephanie?" He groaned. 

"You. God, Hal, you and Tank. Ranger, and Lester, Bobby and Cal and Hector." I screamed as I came again. 

Something in Hector must have broken hearing that, because when Hal lowered me back down again, I felt the most indescribably intense thing. Hector's tongue sweeping over Hal's balls, and up and across my rosebud. I came so hard, I have no idea what happened next. I vaguely heard Hal roar, and I could feel him pounding into me. I even can tell you that when he came shortly thereafter he shot seven hot, strong streams of cum into me. That knocked the intensity of my orgasm up even more. 

My skin was so sensitive that when Lester pulled me from Hal's quaking arms, I started to keen and beg. "Lester. I need you. Need you inside me. Please." 

Lester being Lester just had to tease me. He laid me on the coffee table and licked and suckled my nipples. Back and forth; before an eternity of begging and writhing later, he finally pushed his cock into me. "ey Dios Mio. Holy mother of God. Beautiful. You have the tightest pussy I've ever fucked. Shit. I never thought I'd like seconds but oh fuck there's something really fucking sexy about this. Fuck you are so fucking wet." Lester got serious. His hands hard, almost bruising on my ass. His mouth alternated between deep drugging kisses and some of the most filthy sex talk I've ever heard. And I came and came and came. 

I felt Lester explode inside me and almost before I could understand that I was empty once again Bobby was shoving his big hard dick into my grasping sucking pussy. "Sorry Bomber. I couldn't wait. I've wanted you too long, and hearing you...watching you scream and fly apart. Watching your eyes go bluer than the hottest flame, and your skin flush...DAMN. Shit you feel so fucking good. Cum again...show us how much you want us. Cum Now!" 

I couldn't help myself. I came, I came and I begged for more. Ranger joined us. He knelt over my head, where it hung over the side of the coffee table. And he tempted me. Rubbing his hands over my breasts and down my stomach to tease my clit, he began to work his magic. "Babe...talk to us. Tell us what Bobby is doing to you."

"He's, oh God, he's inside of me." I tried.

"No, Babe. Tell us what he's doing to you." Ranger taunted. When I hesitated, he continued. "Tell us. We want to hear you use sex words. Babe. Tell us...or he'll stop."

"God, no Ranger, please he feels so Good." I moaned. "He's fucking me. He's fucking me with his big hard cock." I groaned arching up, thrusting up into Bobby's downward stroke. "I can feel my juices all mixed with Hal's and Lester's running down the crack of my ass. I'm so wet. Please."

"Good Girl, Babe." Ranger praised me. He twisted my nipples sending me screaming into yet another orgasm. 

Bobby's pumping lost rhythm as he started to hard stroke me with the erratic fast strokes that signaled his own approaching orgasm. "Fuck Bomber. Take it take my spunk. Filling you up. Love you so much, our sexy little slut. Ours. FUCK!" Bobby yelled. 

Bobby curled around me pulling me up from the table without pulling away from me. "Who do you want next, Bomber?" he whispered. I whispered a name and soon found myself wrapped in the scent of Prada Amber yet again. 

"Oh, God Bombshell, how is it you smell even better after getting fucked hard and fast by three men?" Cal asked right before he lowered me to the floor. He kissed his way to my ear. "I can take you slow and easy, take my time with your sexy little body. Wanna know why?" he taunted me. His breath hot and arousing in my ear. 

"Yeah." I nodded writhing under him already. 

"Cause Lester is right...Hector does give great head." Cal replied before catching my earlobe in his teeth. 

I arched up and moaned. "No Fair, I wanted to watch."

"Don't worry, you can watch another time." He said as he kissed his way to my breasts. "I love your tits, you probably think they aren't big enough...but they are like two peaches. So soft, and so very sensitive." Cal lavished attention on my nipples, driving me crazy. Making me beg, before he drifted down over my stomach, pausing to dip his tongue into my belly button, he continued further. 

When I felt his mouth on me, there, I was shocked into an orgasm. It felt so good, but I'd assumed that none of them would be comfortable licking my doo-dah after the others had cum in there. "Oh my God, Fuck. CAL!" I screamed. As I was cresting on my third oral orgasm, Cal slipped his cock into me. "Ohhhh Yesss..." I hissed as my orgasm became fuller, stronger. 

"Shit. You are so tight. So wet. So beautiful." He said dreamily as he slowly made love to me. I'd felt the love in the arms and touch of each of my lovers tonight, but Cal's was slower, and sweeter. "Love fucking you, Bombshell. Loved you for almost a year." He said. His mouth was next to my ear, as he slowly but surely brought me to orgasm after orgasm. Finally after a marathon of peeks and more peeks, Cal ground himself against my clit, and erupted inside me. 

Hector came to me next. He and Tank. "Nina Bombardera, will you share Tank with me. Together, we can suck his cock...then while he takes you like the perro, you can suck mine." He said in one ear while Tank translated in the other. 

"Will you let me take you from behind, Little One." Tank said suggestively. He was sliding his hand over my side and butt. I arched into his hand and nodded. "I want the words, Stephanie." 

"Yes, Tank...I'll share your cock with Hector, and then you can take me from behind, while I use my mouth to give Hector pleasure." I made sure to play up the hoarse husky sound of my voice. I've been screaming in pleasure for hours, and even I thought that my voice sounded sexy. Hector and I knelt in front of Tank, like two peasants worshiping at the feet of a god. I leaned in and took the large head of Tank's massive cock into my mouth. Hector occupied himself by licking the shaft, as he moistened it I was able to slowly sink further and further forward. 

When I'd run out of mouth, I pulled back and took over the shaft work, while Hector took as much of Tank into his mouth as he could. He got quite a bit further than I did, but still nowhere near all the way down. I moved back to watch his technique for a minute. And yes, I was watching his technique, not perving on the sensual site before me. Maybe my hand ended up pinching my nipples and playing with my pussy a bit...but who wouldn't...hey, learning can be fun. 

"Get on your hands and knees, Little One. Face away from me." I did as he asked. And when I did, Tank let out a loud grown. "Wriggle your sexy little ass for us, Steph." 

How does following commands make me feel so powerful? No clue. Probably, it is the fact that when I wriggled my hips Tank and Hector both let out a slew of curses. So I did it again. Ooh maybe a bit too much wriggle that time. Bare sex is messy...oh GOD! Hector, I think its Hector is licking up the cum that just seeped out of me. Damn, I'm clean. Oh well. Hector moves around in front of me as Tank kneels behind me. 

I lick Hector from base to tip, as Tank slips his HUGE, ^holy fuck. I don't know if I can take the whole thing^, cock into me. Back and forth I'm rocked as I work my mouth and tongue onto Hector's cock. Once again I'm struck by how different I feel using my mouth on my JLS than I ever, ever felt blowing Joe or Dickie. I guess no matter what the sexual act, love makes a big difference. I slurp and suck, taking time to work my tongue over Hector's balls and even taking the sack into my mouth and sucking it. Hector, while large in the grand scheme of things, was considerably smaller than Tank, so I was able you work my mouth and throat all the way down his dick, until me nose was buried in the silky black curls at his base. I had a naughty thought, so I shifted a bit and was able to use my fingers to capture some of the juices leaking from around Tank's rocking cock; I tore my mind from how good it felt as Tank thrust forward two inches, before retreating one, working himself in slow and easy; I lifted my slick fingers and pressed them gently against the entrance to Hector's ass. I was careful and gentle as I worked my finger into his ass. Hector was murmuring something in Spanish. But without a translator, I could only understand. "Yes, good very good, and God." So I took it to mean I was doing a good job. My body stole my thought as I screamed around Hector's cock. I came swiftly, unexpectantly. Damn Tank was good. Apparently so was I because Hector was yelling in "Ey Dios Mio, Estefania!" and spurting a large amount of cum down my throat. He pulled out and let some splatter over my face and neck. 

I was still cumming strong and hard, when Tank's hand came down on my ass with a smack. "Oh my fucking, God. Please. Please Tank...Fuck me, spank my ass." Tank, being the wonderful man that he is complied. He fucked me hard and spanked me harder. In three more strokes, I came so hard, I started to cry. "Please Tank, feels soooo good. Need, please. Need. You. oh God." My back arched and I was gone again.

"Shit, Little One. I can feel your little cunt sucking me back in every time I pull back. Damn. You're so tight and so fucking wet. You feel so good baby. So damn good. I'm gonna cum. But I'm not cumming on you. I want to see my cum on your sexy red ass. Ask me nicely to cum on your ass." Tank taunted. 

I didn't just ask nicely...I begged. "Please Tank. Cum on me. Cum on my ass. Is it red, fuck, cum on me. Bobby said I was your slut...make me your slut Tank. Cum on me. God yes...please, Tank, Please!" 

"Shit!" Tank ROARED, as he yanked out of me and I felt his cum splatter the hot cheeks of my ass, driving me once more into the grips of one hell of an orgasm. 

When he released the death grip his free hand had on my hip, I collapsed. I lay there shivering and shaking, still in the throes of my passion. I have never cum so much in one night in my entire life. The closest, of course, being my night with Ranger. Speaking of I'm enveloped in Bulgari and lifted. Ranger is nuzzling my hair as he kisses my neck, talking the whole while. "I never knew how much I wanted this, Babe. I thought I wanted to be yours and you be mine alone. But I would have missed out on so much. Watching you with Hal was sexy, watching you with Lester was mind-blowing, watching you with Bobby was hot, watching you with Cal was sensual, watching you with Tank and Hector was the most fucking erotic thing I've seen in my life. I love you more today than ever before, and I didn't think that was possible." 

I sighed into his kiss as he lowered us to the couch. He lifted me up and brought me down gently onto his erection. I hissed in pleasure. Ranger let out a string of curses. "How the hell are you even tighter tonight than before?" He groaned into my ear. "So tight. So good. So fucking wet." He smiled against my mouth, before pushing my sweaty curls out of my face. "Want to go for a ride, Babe? Can you, or do you need me to control you?" Ranger asked.




When It Rains Pt. 02



I woke up the next morning naked in Kymona's bed. I don't remember coming in here last night. I looked around hoping to find that t-shirt she had given me, but I couldn't find it. I found a blue silk robe hanging on the back of the door and put it on. Before leaving out of the room, I looked outside to see if the rain had stopped. It wasn't raining at the moment, but I could tell that it would be on and off for the remainder of the day. I headed out of the room to look for Kymona. Walking into the living room, I found my phone still on the charger. The fire from the fireplace was put out, but the blankets from last night were on the couch. Did she sleep out here? I could hear the faint sounds of jazz music coming from another room. I grabbed my phone from the floor and followed the sounds of the music. I wound up in the kitchen only to find Kymona setting up a breakfast spread. She was wearing a pair of basketball shorts and a tank top. By the looks of it she wasn't wearing any under clothes. Her hair was put into a messy ponytail, but it was cute nonetheless. 

"Morning."

"Good morning sleepy head. You sleep okay?"

"Yeah I did, but how did I end up in your bed?"

"I took you in there last night."

"You carried me?"

"Yes I did. You was knocked out so you didn't know anything. I couldn't let you sleep on the floor."

"Where did you sleep?"

"On the couch. I didn't want to overwhelm you after your first night."

"Oh okay. It smells good in here."

"Thanks. I've got a bowl of fresh mixed fruit, blueberry pancakes, with a cheese, ham and spinach omelette and a mimosa to wash it all down."

"Damn that sounds good."

"It is. Go get cleaned up and by time you come back everything should be ready." 

Kymona told me where I could find an extra toothbrush and that a fresh washcloth and towel should be in the bathroom already. She also told me to help myself to any of her clothes. I took a quick shower and moisturized my body with some cocoa butter I found on her dresser. I searched her drawer until I found another pair of basketball shorts and a shirt. I don't see my under clothes so I guess she's washing them for me. When I walked back into the kitchen she had everything set at the table. She was sitting down eating and scrolling through her phone when I walked in. I sat down, did a silent prayer and proceeded to dig in. My God was that food good. I was halfway through my plate when I looked up and noticed her smiling at me.

"I'm glad you like it."

I blushed. "I'm sorry, I just really love food and this is sooo good."

"I told you it would be." 

My phone buzzed twice letting me know I had a new message. I looked at it only to see six new messages and four missed calls. It was Saturday so I know it couldn't be work because I have the weekends off. I looked through the messages to see they were from Jaylen. The missed calls were from him too.

"Boyfriend?"

"Huh?"

"Is that your boyfriend?"

"Oh, no it's not. Just this guy I've been talking to for awhile."

"Must've been good."

"What?"

"The sex, it must've been good."

"Excuse you, but what makes you think I slept with him?"

"No guy that isn't ya man would be blowing up your phone like that if you didn't give him some."

"I don't think that's any of your business."

"You're right it's not, but I know you slept with him and I know it wasn't as good for you as it was for him."

"Kymona I don't have to discuss my personal life with you. Whether we slept together or not is none of your concern."

"Once again you're right. I'm just saying for a guy to blow you up and you not even try to return one of his calls says a lot. What's he like?"

"If you must know he's a nice guy, he's smart and he owns his own car dealership. We've been talking for a few months now." 

I don't know why I'm even explaining all this to her. I just met her and she's grilling me about who's hitting up my line. I went back to scrolling through my phone and she finished her food. I read through the messages that Jaylen sent me and they were all the usual stuff. He wanted to come over to "clear his head" last night, then when he didn't get a response he messaged back never mind. This morning was a text saying good morning and he hopes I have a good day, then came the random dick pics. I don't know why I was defending Jaylen to Kymona when I knew I was growing tired of him. In the beginning he was such a sweetheart and he still has his moments, but at the same time he could be such an ass. I decided not to respond to the messages and finished my breakfast. 

"Now I know the sex was lame for sure now."

"Excuse you?!"

"I'm a straightforward person Jazz so I'll just come out and say it."

"Please do."

"This Jaylen can't be as smart as you make him out to be. You've been talking for months now and he has yet to claim you. That's a stupid move on his part. It makes it easier for someone else to come in and claim you."

"Claim me? I'm not some sort of prize Kymona. I'm a human being and I choose who I want to be with at the end of the day."

She was literally starting to annoy me the way she was digging into my personal affairs. I got up from the table and placed my dishes in the sink. If I sat there any longer I just may have thrown the rest of my drink in her face. I headed back to the room and made a call to Triple A. They told me they couldn't come until Monday because of some bullshit. What kind of shit is that? I refuse to waste money on a cab so I guess I'm stuck here. I went and peered out the window, watching the rain come down. I heard the door open and I knew she was in the room. I could hear her rustling through the drawers for something. 

"Jazz, I didn't mean to upset you. I was just speaking on what I know."

"And what exactly do you know?"

"I know that you're not feeling Jaylen anymore. I know he's not the type of person that you need."

"How would you know that? Nobody, besides me, knows what I need."

"Sure I do. You need someone to be there for you in every way. You need someone that's in tune with your every move. You need someone that knows what makes you happy and what you like without having to tell them." 

"So why not ask me what Jaylen does for me instead of asking about his bedroom performance?"

"Sex tells you everything you need to know. It's all about body language. Tell me, did he take his time with you?"

I didn't answer.

"Did he make sure you were comfortable? Did he only do enough to satisfy himself and call it quits? Did he ever take one night and make it just about pleasing you and not worry about himself?"

I still didn't answer. With every question I could tell she was getting closer to me. Before I knew it she was standing directly behind me. Her 5'6" frame standing above my 5'4" frame. I hate to admit it, but she was right. Jaylen barely took his time with me. Last night was the first time in a long time I had enjoyed sex. I still didn't know how to answer her questions so I continued looking out the window in silence. 

"If he can't do any of that for you sexually, then he's a selfish man. If he can't satisfy you in bed, then what makes you think he will in any other aspect? He's all about himself and that's all it would ever be."

"Why do you care? I just met you and made the mistake of sleeping with you last night."

"Was it a mistake? Or do you now feel like you have to make a choice between Jaylen and me?"

"What makes you think you're even in the running to be with me?"

"Trust me sweetheart I always get what I want. Besides I can tell by your body language that you're receptive to me. You try to put up this front and push me away, but when I kiss your neck you shiver. When I use my tongue to play with your ear, you bite your lip and when I touch you, your breath quickens."

"Last night I was a little tipsy. Let's not forget the bottle of wine we had."

"Oh so you mean if I were to do this..."she shoved her hands insides my shorts and started massaging my clit, "You wouldn't feel anything?" 

Damn it if I didn't get wet instantly. What was this woman doing to me that got me wet in under five seconds? I tried to keep a straight face, but I knew she could see my reflection in the glass. I felt her tongue when it made contact with my ear and damn it if my body didn't react how she said it would. I licked at my lips and bit them gently. Her left hand made its way under my shirt to pinch at my nipples. She went from massaging my clit to slowly inserting two fingers inside me and back to massaging my clit. She repeated this action for about five minutes. I could do nothing but moan and press my body against her. She made a trail of kisses down my neck stopping at my shoulder and gently bit it. I heard something vibrating and thought it was my phone ringing so I ignored it. That was until I felt this wave of vibrations land on my clit. 

"Oooh shit!" I yelled. Kymona had the vibrator pressed my clit and she wasn't easing up. Her fingers found its way back inside my wet walls adding more stimulation than I could take. 

"Tell me, Jazz, has he ever made you feel like this?" 

I couldn't answer because I was too busy moaning and groaning. Hearing her sultry voice whisper in my ear only made my body shiver more. She stopped momentarily to remove my clothes. I was now fully naked in front of the window. If someone had a telescope they were about to get an eye full. She got closer to me trapping me between her and the window. She grabbed my face gently and kissed it all over. When she finally got to my lips, she ever so gently pecked them before taking my bottom lip into her mouth. She slowly slid her tongue in my mouth and I gladly received it. I could taste some of the strawberries that she ate from earlier. My hands traveled up her waist pulling her in closer. I don't know what it was, but I was suddenly hungry for this woman. Kymona broke our kiss to give my nipples some attention. Her hands were squeezing my ass as she sucked on my nipples. The only thing I could do was suck in some air and bite at my lips while she continued to pleasure me. Her kisses continued down my stomach and ended at the meeting of my thighs. She dropped to her knees and placed my left leg on her shoulder.

"Take this and hold it against your clit. Don't move it unless I tell you, okay?"

"Okay." She gave me the vibrator and I did as I was told. As soon as I placed the vibrator on my clit, I felt her tongue ring tickling the inside of my wet walls. I immediately lost feeling in my legs and felt myself sliding down the window. She grabbed at my ass and urged me to stand up straight. "Fuck that shit feels so good." With my free hand I grabbed at her head trying to bring her closer and gain balance at the same time. I felt her tongue ring go deeper and faster inside me. Any second now I was going to lose it. She snatched the vibrator from my hand and started to suck on my clit. The things she was doing with that tongue ring was driving me crazy. Without notice she inserted three fingers in my pussy. She started slow then gradually started to pick up speed. My breath got caught in my throat and for about a minute I had stopped breathing.

"Ooohhh shit shit shit!!" I finally breathed and started to scream. My hands were pulling at her hair.

"Damn Jazz your pussy really loves me. That pussy got a mean grip on my fingers." She gave my clit some quick kisses causing my legs to buckle and I collapsed to the floor. Kymona never released the hold she had on my pussy. She slowed up her strokes some and with no notice she would thrust inside my walls.

"Aaah damn Ky I'm bout to cum. I'm gonna fuckin' cum."

"Admit it, he doesn't make you feel like I do."

I didn't answer. I was too focused on trying to reach my climax. She thrusted her fingers inside me harder. "FUCK!! No baby he don't." She brought her face closer to mine and kissed me, then she moved to by my ear. 

"Say you're mine," she whispered in my ear. She kept repeating, "Say it", as she stroked my pussy faster. I reached for her arms trying to brace myself for the inevitable. Without meaning to, I said it.

"I'm yours, Ky. Fuck I'm yours. Ooohh fuck fuck fuck I'm cumming. Aaahhh." I creamed all over her fingers. My body was shaking and I was doing my best to get my breathing under control. She sucked my juices from her fingers and straddled my lap. She pulled me in for another kiss and then she looked me in my eyes.

"I told you sweetheart...I always get what I want. Whether you realize it or not you're mine now."

My mind was still a little hazy from that climax, but did she just say that I was hers? FUCK!! I said it. I can't believe I actually said that shit. I practically screamed the shit before announcing my climax. Jazmine Jenay Piedmont what have you done? What in the fuck have you done?



When It Rains Pt. 02



I tested my ability to actually move without outside assistance. I raised and lowered myself on Ranger's turgid staff. "Oh God." I started to ride him. I braced my hands on the back of the sofa and rocked my hips. It started off slow and steady, carefully rolling my hips. Then as his hands found my hard nipples, I moved faster, coming up higher and higher before slamming back down. 

"That's it, Babe. Fuck your pretty little pussy with my cock. You've enjoyed the power tonight haven't you, Babe, all of us at your beck and call. Seven rock hard cocks all for you. God you...so damn tight...Merde, so wet, Mierda, so GOOD!" he yelled. Before grabbing my hips and taking control. 

I leaned close to his ear. "They are watching us...just like in your fantasy." Ranger's head fell back in passion. 

"Yeah. Fuck you feel good." He breathed, before he turned the tables on me. "Soon, I'll have you riding me and you will have another cock in your sexy little ass. It will feel so fucking good, Babe. You will love how full you'll feel. But we'll make you beg; beg us to fill you up. Beg us to take you there, fuck you in your tiny little ass." 

"Oh God!" I cried out. Ranger said something to Hector in Spanish, and his grip on my hips changed. Now he cradled my ass, lifting and spreading my cheeks. Then I felt Hector's delicious tongue lapping at my ass. This time it seemed almost as if he was frenching it, licking and tonguing, as Hector was working his oral magic on my ass I felt Ranger's cock swell inside me, signaling his imminent orgasm and I was gone. I'd had many what I used to think of as doomsday orgasms tonight...but this orgasm blew them all out the water. "Please, Please...God, thank you. Thank you...so good. So fucking good." I screamed, and promptly passed out. 

CHAPTER 5

Hector's PoV

Little Bomber Girl was so far gone, knocked out but the sheer volume and intensity of her many, many orgasms, that she didn't even awaken as Hal and I washed her up and put her to bed. As soon as she was in bed the rest of us gathered in the living room to discuss well, everything. Thank God all of the core team speaks Spanish. For while I can read and even write it well, my spoken English is terrible. So I usually just let them translate for me. 

"What do you think morning will bring?" I asked. 

"Well, I suppose it will bring questions. How do we handle this?" Cal began. "Not to be funny but we will need a better living situation. I don't want to have to let her go back to that death trap of an apartment of hers every night."

"Yeah, especially with Morelli out for blood." Lester said with concern. 

"So let's stop, take a moment and lay out our major concerns." Ranger said stepping forward.

"Housing, protecting Bomber from Morelli and the Burg grapevine and getting that Little Girl to agree to training." Tank said, stating the most vital to all present. 

"Making sure we let it be known that Bombshell is completely off the market." Hal said shyly. 

"I have a feeling that last one won't be much of a problem. We would seem to be a bunch of vampires. Little Bomber Girl has many hickeys. She will be very angry when she notices them," I said unapologetically. "I would like to suggest we either train her with another of the younger guys, or perhaps bring in her friend, the loud big black woman; and train them together. I think that if any of us partner with her we may end up doing harm to our relationship with her."

"How so?" Bobby asked. 

"We all love her. We are all so in love with her, we cannot see straight. Any of us would fight, kill and die for her. But our Little Bomber Girl, she is very independent. If one of us partner her I can see us taking over for her far too often. Our Girl needs to gain confidence in her inherent skills, and she needs to develop her physical skills. We can support her in this, but all of us are far too 'Alpha Male' to be able to sideline ourselves while she works on this. Besides, we'd all be before TPD for excessive force in a week." I answered truthfully. 

I watch as each man struggled with the truth of my words. One by one they nodded, acknowledging their agreement. "So one of the young bucks, or Lula?" Lester asked. 

"Before we begin that debate, we owe Lula big time. If not for her telling Stephanie that she was ok with all this. And that she wanted Steph to be happy even if it meant with me, with us, that she was good with it. She even told Steph that we loved Our Girl, I doubt tonight would have happened without Lula." Tank advised. "Lula even went into the cop shop for Steph."

We all had to laugh at that one. Over the years each of us has had to give Little Bomber Girl a ride because of Lula's inability to be around cops for more than 2 minutes. "Well perhaps we train Lula and Estefania together and with a 'backup partner' that way we are covered in case of an emergency, and it really is time we bring some of the younger guys in on the Bombshell Protocols. Besides, even if we keep the exact nature of our relationship quiet, Little Bomber Girl will tell her Granny. So Edna may lay off us...but she will want more eye candy."

The guys gave an involuntary shudder at the thought of being Edna Mazur's eye candy...but I like Estefania's Grandmother. She is a feisty old bird, and every bit as curious as Our Girl. It is funny to try to wonder how much Little Bomber Girl will be like Edna when she is the little gray haired old lady. 

"Well then, which Merry Man for the third wheel?" Cal asked. 

"It has to be one that actually talks, you know how much she hates it when we don't." Ranger pointed out. 

"That leaves out Woody and Caesar." Tank said with a laugh.

"What about Blinkie or Brett?" Lester suggested.

"Neither of them can blend well enough." I told them. 

"What about Manny? He loves her, has ever since she pretended to be his wife, just to check on him. He doesn't talk much, but he talks to her. And he is the only not gay male I know who likes to shop." Bobby suggested. "No offense Hector."

"No offense taken, I am gay, and I hate shopping with Estefania...is dangerous." I returned with a chuckle.

"So consensus reached? Manny will be the third partner for Stephanie and Lula?" Ranger said cautiously. "Suggestions for how to get Babe to let us train her." 

"Ask her and say please." Lester said half joking. We all gave him stark looks. "What? I cannot have been the only one to noticed that the best way to get Beautiful to do anything is to ask politely and if all else fails turn on the please. I got out of taking her Grandma to Pleasures Treasures with a please." 

"Stephanie does prefer to have choices. That's what ultimately made sure she and the cop never worked. He was always trying to lay out what she was going to do...ordering her about like he was her dad." Hal said reasonably. "So we just ask her. Let her know we are hoping that she will get training in the physical part of this work, so that we don't need to worry about her so much. Let her know it's because we love her for who she is that we want her to be the best Stephanie that she can be." 

We all exchanged looks. Could it really be that simple? It makes an Estefania kind of sense. "Do you think it would work to ask her to cut down her sugar, since decreased sugar intake increases her sex drive?" I asked, not really joking at all. 

"Oh my God. Don't even joke like that. She just had seven hours of straight sex, and I'm fairly certain that after some sleep and some food, she'll be raring to go again. If she gave up sugar all together, she'll do what many dictators and drug lords have tried to do. She will kill us." Cal said. He actually sounded like he was looking forward to trying to keep up with a sugarless Estefania. 

Lester started to laugh. "Bullshit, my man, I for one look forward to the challenge. There are seven of us. Even if she were to go completely off sugar AND Ranger got called again...we should be able to work it out."

I shrugged. "Personally, I agree with Lester. While men cannot have as much sex as women can there are seven of us. Since the government contract specifies that no more than two of the core team can be called off grid at any one time, we should be able to handle Little Bomber Girl's appetites. Worse comes to worse, we try it and if we have to work it like a lab experiment...see what amounts of sugar and sex equal the happiest Estefania."

"So we've got a plan on the job safety and physical fitness, hardest question... emotional safety." Tank said, moving us along. 

"I know it's easy for us to say, since it wouldn't really be all that bad for us. First of all we are men and we aren't locals...not really; but man, I really don't want to have to hide this." Bobby said with a sad shake of his head. 

We all silently agreed. "Perhaps, since the negative fallout would all be pretty much on Bomber, maybe we should let her decide how she wants to play this." Lester said sagely. "She may not want to hide this anymore than we do. I mean she may want to hide it from some or just for a while...but you know Steph, we all know how she is." 

And we did. Estefania truly loves. It is why she tried so hard to make it work with that asshole of a cop. Because she loves her mother and while she isn't in love with him; she even loves Morelli.

Before we could discuss it any further, we heard Estefania walk through and enter the kitchen. Moments later she came out looking like sex walking in one of Ranger's black tees and eating a banana. 

Stephanie PoV

"Ok, Ranger, you need to at least get some real peanut butter, bread and olives if I'm gonna be here more often." I said looking around the room. All the actual seats were taken. There was a time when I would have sat on the floor, or on the coffee table...then again there was a time when I would not have walked into this room of seven of the hottest men ever created in nothing but one of their tee-shirt. With a smile, I plopped down into Lester's boxer covered lap. "So what were you guys talking about...all in Spanish, so I couldn't even eavesdrop?" I joked.

"Oh this and that." Lester said teasingly, trailing his hand up and down my thigh. "We are about to try to figure out living arrangements.

"What do you mean?" I asked a bit confused. Huh. I don't really feel panicked or freaked or anything like I usually felt when Morelli would elude to something like living together. 

Ranger gave me one of his searching looks, the one where I wish occlumency was actually real, cause I'm fairly sure he's reading my mind. "Well ultimate best case scenario would be a large house with room for each of us to have a separate space but for there to be a large room, maybe with a custom bed, where we can have nights like this."

"Great dream...and maybe I wouldn't wake up alone after...but Ranger, that sounds expensive." I said with a sad sigh.

"it could be ; but it would be divided by eight. Perhaps we could tempt Ella and Luis away to live and work on site there if you like." He said trying to sweeten the pot. 

"Maybe...but I mean." I said unsure how to say that I was broker than a joke.

"Look Bomber if we each kick in ten grand that would give us eighty thousand for a down payment. That could buy a lot of house. Then we could have a community account where we each put 20 to 30 percent of our weekly take home that will easily cover the mortgage and utilities. And our security system would be free, we know people you know." Bobby assured me. 

"Yeah and that works great for you guys." I mumbled. 

"It can work great for you too Babe. Just come back to Rangeman. Look if we absorb you and Lula into Rangeman, and take on all Vinnie's skips under the same terms we have for the high end ones, you two would get fifteen percent of the skips under five grand and Twenty percent of the ones under fifty. You two would have to agree to get real training, here with us. On guns and take down techniques. But to be honest we were going to ask you to do that anyway. We don't want to change you, but we would like to support you in getting the tools you need to excel at this job." Ranger said gently. I knew they had been talking about me. But what he said made way too much sense to just disreguard. 

"We'd have benefits and everything?" I asked.

"Yes. But Lula would have to wear a uniform...she can express herself with her hair, as long as it can be hidden during night takedowns if necessary." Tank advised. 

"Maybe...actually I can probably talk her into it when I tell her the benefits package." I said starting to get a bit excited. That had solved the two biggest reasons I never came here full time. I didn't want to leave Lula alone at Vinnie's and I didn't want to leave my slime ball cousin out to dry when it came to the little bonds. "But that still doesn't change the fact that I don't have anything to put in for the down payment."

All the guys looked at me like I was crazy. Then their ESP seemed to kick in and they looked at Ranger. The head Rangeman actually looked a bit guilty. "uhh, that's not entirely accurate." 

"What do you mean?" I asked. It was accurate. I was broke. 

Ranger stood and started to pace. "Stephanie, sometimes when you help us with distractions, how much do you let me give you?"

"Depends on how much I need to make rent that particular time. Usually no more than one thousand." I answered truthfully. 

"Well Bomber, I think what happens is during those times when it is a really large bond, Ranger's been setting aside the money you don't take for you anyway." Bobby said giving Ranger a hard look. 

"What was I supposed to do? The one time I tried to give you the bonus, you refused to accept it." he said glaring at me. He turned to the rest of the guys. "She came in and tore the check up and said that she couldn't accept it when she hadn't done anything all that difficult."

"Yeah, I did. I didn't do anything. I just got slutted up and lead some skip out of the club by his nose. No biggie." I reiterated, yet again.

"Bomber, do you realize that since you started doing distractions, our capture rates are through the roof. Even more our insurance rates are down. We no longer have to pay out as much for repairs to establishments for damages incurred when getting skips out of crowded places. And because we can send you in and get them out quickly and quietly, we don't have to try to corner them on Stark Street or somewhere where the skip has more backup than we do." Bobby explained. 

Ranger gave me one of his almost smiles. "You have saved us injuries and down time Babe. You have earned every penny. That's why I can't just pocket money that is rightfully yours." 

I blushed beet red as I remembered that. "Ok. Thank you Ranger. I guess. How much do I have?" He mumbled something. And the guys nearest to him started to laugh. "What?" I asked again. 

Ranger sighed...in a manly way of course. "Just under two hundred thousand." No way had I done THAT many high dollar distractions. That was way too much. I gave him a glare, clearly asking for an explanation. "Well I couldn't just let the money sit there. I mean yeah it's in an interest baring account; but maybe I have created you a bit of a portfolio." Next thing I know Ranger and I are going back and forth discussing the diversification of the portfolio and the nature of the account verses what other types of investments he could have chosen. 

All too soon he and I noticed the silence of the other guys. "What?" I asked seeing the enthralled looks of shock and awe on their faces. "I do have a business degree guys. I'm sure it came up on the back ground check you ran. Remember?" 

"Hell no. You mean all this time; I've been busting my ass doing the paperwork whenever Ranger is in the wind, while you are sitting on a business degree." Tank said with a tinge of real anger. "Where from?"

Ok weird reaction. "Monmouth...Class of 2000, Magna cum Laude." I said with quite a bit of pride. Everyone always forgets I have a degree. Then again maybe Tank didn't know, it's not something that comes up in daily conversation when you are chasing skips or hiding from stalkers. 

"Alright original offer still on the table, however instead of doing searches during your in office time, you my dear have been promoted to VP of Financial Affairs. And I am never trying to figure out another spreadsheet as long as I live." Tank growled.  

"Um can you do that?" I asked. 

"Yeah, Babe, he can. Tank is on the board." Ranger said with a smile. "And he really, Really hates paperwork."

"Ohhh can I have a secretary...it can be Lula...I've always wanted a secretary." I said half joking. 

"Actually if you take over the client research as well...be our first line of defense against unnecessary, or untenable, or even just undesirable appointments, you can have Lula, Manny and Ram as your department, and an actual secretary as long as they pass the screening process. Ram is my go to man for creating the spreadsheets we use here. He doesn't have a degree but he is Microsoft certified." Ranger offered. 

"And I can still do field work and skip tracing." I asked to make sure.

"None of us stay in the office all forty hours, Beautiful. It would make us crazy." Lester said seriously. 

"And I wouldn't have to wear pantyhose." I asked for clarification.

"Maybe on board meeting days." Tank said. Those must be Corporate Ranger and Tank days. "But if you hate pantyhose that much get a garter belt and stockings." He said with a wolf like smile. 

I could feel Lester growing under my bottom. "I wish we had all gotten together before the first time by apartment got firebombed...I had so much lovely lingerie from when I worked as a buyer." I sighed...before I gave a little booty wiggle. 

"Steph...we know how independent you are. But you have to know that we want to take care of you...so if we walk in with a just because gift...you aren't going to jump down our throats; will you?" Hal asked cautiously. "Cause I can promise you...lingerie will not be a problem if we can give you gifts without you getting pissed."

"I promise to try to not be bitchy. I just have some left over issues from ghosts of ex-husbands past...but as long as those gifts don't include aprons and cookbooks...I think I'll be good." I say with a smile. "But nothing too expensive." 

"No promises." They all said as one. 

"So, I will call my realtor and lay out what we are looking for tomorrow." Ranger said decisively. "I personally, would like to have a few extra bedrooms; one that can be Julie's if she ever comes for a visit. Any other requests?"

"Finished basement, and media room." Lester said. 

"Top floor bonus room with full bathroom. We can turn that into the master bedroom for all eight of us." Cal recommended.

"Are you guys really gonna be able to sleep in a puppy pile like that?" I asked. "I mean I'm sure that Hector and I will be good but what about the rest of you?"

They laughed at me, all of them. "Babe, we had trouble adjust to sleeping without hearing the others when we first got out. So I'm thinking the 'puppy pile' won't be that big a deal." Ranger spoke for the group. 

"I would like the house to be completely wired for high speed internet and wifi." Hector added, with Cal translating for him. 

"Ella will want a very modern kitchen...it will need to have somewhere on the property for Ella and Luis to live." I said. "BIG closets, and maybe a pool. I'm willing to go as high as twenty grand for my share of the down payment for a pool, especially if it has a hot tub too." 

"We may all have to up our initial deposit. Even with housing costs down right now... we are still looking at only new builds in the last two years, with some fairly high end amenities." Bobby said thoughtfully. 

We all agreed that we were ok with that and I assumed we'd be able to return to more pleasurable pursuits, but nope. "Ok Housing settled. Job and personal safety and training have been addressed. So last question to deal with, how to deal with the relationship in public." Tank said in his staff meeting agenda voice. 




When It Rains Pt. 02



"Here it's out and proud." I said when I realized that they were all looking at me. Clearly indicating that it was all up to me. I could see why. As the only female in this relationship, I'd be facing the most censure. Then you add the 'burg and my mother into this and yeah... I definitely have the most to lose. "Lula and Connie will be in the know as will Mary Lou. I refuse to hide the fact that I love you guys and that you love me. So if people figure it out fine. If they don't well they obviously aren't close to us in the first place. How are you going to handle your families?" I asked curiously.

"My mother will be happy I'm involved with a woman at all." Hector joked. "She asked me if I couldn't just be bisexual years ago." 

"My mothers won't care at all." Hal said with a small smile. "This might, in fact, make them really happy. They were worried that I was turning conventional." We all had a bit of a laugh at that.

Lester shivered under me as I giggled. "My parents may have a bit of trouble with my sharing a woman with my cousin. They may see it as being kind of incestuous. But, probably, that will be their only problem. Nothing I do surprises them any more...My mom may do a happy dance that I'm settling down, even if the way I choose to do so is rather not normal." 

"My mother won't bat an eye...she'll just start asking if you are planning to have kids. And if you do can they call her Nana." He shrugs. "Me and my brothers all got vasectomies as soon as we could. None of us want to pass on our father's genes. This is the closest she'd ever get." 

"Well if we ever do decide to have kids, she can be Nana. If my mother doesn't disown me, she'll be Grandma, like she is for Mary Alice, Angie and Little Lisa." I joked.

"Umm Stephanie...I should probably let you know since I was there when Lisa was born, and I figured that that was the closest I'd ever get to having a kid...and hey it still maybe...I kind of set her up one of those college annuities. It's not state specific, so as long as she goes to a US school she'll have some cash to go." Cal confessed. 

"Maybe after Cal told me about setting one up for Little Lisa, Tank, Bobby and I set one up for Mary Alice." Lester confessed from behind me.

"What nobody got Angie?" I joked, shocked when Hector and Hal raised their hand. 

"Si, I set one up for Angie, is small. But I figured once she found a husband she would probably drop out anyway." Hector said. "If she goes to a state school it will be enough for all four years."

^That's so sweet.^ I thought aloud, still wriggling and snuggling on Lester's lap. "But why?" 

"You have no idea how long we've loved you Bomber. It's not even just the fact that you see us. That you care for us when no one else will...you are so special. And there is so much of you in Mary Alice. So when Cal said he was gonna make sure Lisa had the money for school, Lester, and Tank and I decided that we would make sure Mary Alice had to money to go where ever she wanted...just in case she needed to get far from the 'burg. And her mom." 

"It wouldn't have been fair for the other two girls to have one and not Angie. So Hector and I put together a small annuity for Angie." Hal said. 

"You guys are the absolute best men I've ever known." I said. Then with a dirty smile. I shucked off the tee shirt. I'd been wriggling on Lester's lap for long enough that he was at attention. So I rose up and slowly slid down his dick. We both let our loud groans. "Huummm sooo gooooodddd." I groaned. "You guys, ignore us. Continue working our logistics...I just need to come a few more times. Then I can focus again." 

Lester slid his hand up my thigh to tease my clit and Bobby deserted the conversation to kneel between our spread legs and suck on my diamond hard nipples. The two of them worked together as good partners should and drove me over the edge into an orgasm quicker than I thought possible. Apparently all my teasing to get him hard had left Lester closer to the edge than I realized, because when I came, he followed me. As soon as Lester finished cumming, Bobby lifted me off his cock, tilted my hips forward and slid himself into me. 

It was an interesting sensation to be sitting on one guy's lap while getting fucked by another. It became an exquisite sensation when Lester began to use his hands in delicious ways. First teasing and twisting my nipples, then slinking down my belly to play with my clit, while Bobby pumped in and out of me. "God, I'm a sick man, Beautiful. I cannot tell you how fucking hot it is watching Bobby fucking your tight, tiny, wet, little pussy. Knowing that you are just a little bet extra juicy because I just blew my load in your creamy little body." 

I could feel Lester growing hard again. He didn't try to enter me, but he did pull his dick up between Bobby and the outer lips of my doo-dah. I could tell that Bobby was getting me and Lester off and that sent me skyrocketing. "Fuck us...Fuck us Bobby. Lester's got his cock right against me...my, my pussy. So when you're fucking me...really you are fucking us both." 

"Shit, that's really damn hot." I heard Cal breathe I looked to my right and there he was close enough to kiss, so I did. I love kissing and the JLS are masters of the art. Very soon I was screaming into Cal's mouth as I came again. 

Bobby was determined to make both Lester and I cum however, so he held back. "Fuck you are gonna kill me. Bomber, that felt so damn good. The way your little pussy sucks at my cock so hard when you cum." He hissed in my ear. He kept fucking me until I came screaming, and Lester's cum erupted over my stomach and Bobby's six pack abs. then and only after he was satisfied that we were taken care of did Bobby throw back his head and yell to the heavens as he came. "Holy Fuck. SO GOOOOODDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Bobby fell to the left and onto the couch spot he'd vacated on the couch. Before I knew it, Cal was on his knees licking me clean. His tongue drove me crazy laving over super sensitive skin. "Tastes so good." He said as he licked and sucked me clean. The big bald bad ass with the flaming skull tattoo was purring like a big cat as he cleaned me up and made me cum again. I was lost in my orgasm when Cal slid into me turning my keening orgasm into a screaming one. Cal picked me up and walked me back to the arm chair he'd been sitting in before. He sat down and let me have control, for a moment before he pulled me down to whisper, "I've always wanted to try that, but you are the only woman I can trust not to think less of me." I gave him a hug as I rode him gently. We went slow and steady until we both reached a very fulfilling, yet rather tender completion. 

I leaned forward. "I love you. Thank you for trusting me." He gave me another bone melting kiss before helping me get my legs back under me. 

As soon as I was standing, I was pulled back against Ranger. "Do you have any idea how sexy it is to see you covered in our marks, sweaty and panting, screaming our names? How are we supposed to control ourselves in public now?" he growled into my ear as he ground his erection against my ass. He turned me around so that I was facing Tank...then slowly he bent me forward until I could take the head of Tank's cock into my mouth. As he slid into me from behind, he started talking again. "I tried, Babe...I tried not to love you. I knew I wasn't right in the head any more. So I tried to keep you safe...but now you are ours. Out there you are strong, independent, fierce, Bombshell the Bounty Hunter. Stephanie Plum. But alone with us. You are ours. Every inch of you is ours to love," Long stroke. "To kiss." He dotted kisses down my back, "ours to suck, ours to bite." Pretty sure that's a hickey. "Ours to pleasure, and ours to fuck." Thus saying he began to pound into me. Forcing me up and down on Tank's cock, further than I probably would have gone on my own, but it felt so good. Before I knew it I had taken Tank's cock two thirds of the way down my throat. Ranger wet a finger in the liquids that were leaking from my very happy doo-dah, and pressed it into my butt. I came screaming in pleasure around Tank's cock. Tank came hard, roaring his satisfaction as he poured his pleasure directly into my stomach. 

Ranger, he helped me lean back up, even as he kept pounding into me. "You are ours. Our lover...our whore...our Babe, our Bomber, our Beautiful. Our Little Bomber Girl, our Little one...our pleasure...our slut... our love."

"God yes, Ranger. I belong to all of you. My Justice League." I groaned. "But you are mine too." 

"You've had us longer than you know." Hal said as he moved in front of me, kissing me deeply. He stepped back and Ranger bent me back over to blow Hal. I worked my tongue over him, sucking him deeply, making him cum with my mouth and tongue and hands. When he came in my mouth, I held it, waving Hector over. When Hector joined me, I kissed him sharing Hal's taste with him. 

We pulled apart, both of us smiling. Hector kneeled in front of my, licking and sucking my clit and Ranger's balls. Forcing the man of mystery to lose control. When Ranger came he yelled something in Spanish. Unfortunately I was cumming too hard myself to catch if anyone translated it for me. As I was coming back from the heights of ecstasy, Ranger translated it for me. "You are our world and the light there in. We will never let you down. We love you."

Hector kissed me gently. He laid me on my back on the carpet and set about making love to me. His hands and kisses traced and pleased all the differences between me and his other lovers. It was strange, with the others I felt their love in every touch, but I could tell that their desire was a major part of that love. For Hector, the physical was completely separate from the love. It was simply a way to express it. I mean don't get me wrong. If I wasn't able to have sex, not one of my JLS would love me any less, but Hector just felt a bit more ephemeral...not as physical as the other. Our loving was slow and gently. So very sweet. When we came, we were both shedding tears of joy and love. 

Unfortunately after all of that it was still Friday and we had to go to work. I decided to be an idiot and head back to my place to get showered and dressed. I hate it when I'm stupid. Walking in smiling, happy, and obviously well and truly loved, I heard. 

"You look like a Stark Street Whore, Cupcake. When I called you the Rangeman whore, I didn't expect you to take it as a challenge." 

CHAPTER 6

"Ahh, is Morelli upset because there are seven men getting what you will never get again?" I said testily. "Oh or maybe it's because before your equipment seemed oh so big...but that was compared to Dickie so...but now I know what AWE inspiring is."

"OH please...everyone knows steroids shrink dicks...that guy Tank must be shrunk to a nub." Morelli returned. 

"Well then thank God he got shrunk, cause I could BARELY handle what he has now. I mean if eleven-twelve inches that's thicker around than my wrist is what he shrunk down to....well hell what he came naturally equipped with would kill a girl." The smile on my face should have told him exactly how satisfied I was with what my men carried in their trousers. 

BACK AT RANGEMAN

Tank PoV

I love our girl, but why the hell does she have to be so damn stubborn. She refused, flat out refused any accompaniment back to her apartment. Of course we let her. I mean we love her independence. Not one of us wants to be anything like that Dickhead Morelli. But I cannot shake the feeling that something is wrong in Stephanie-land. As soon as I was showered and dressed I headed to the control room. "Pull up Little Girl's trackers." Vince did as I asked. And they all showed her present and accounted for at her apartment. Still something was bugging the shit out of me. 

Hector's voice kicked in beside me. "Do we still have a tracker on Detective Morelli's personal vehicle?" when Vince pulled it up Hector started to curse fluently. He and I headed to the door. We took the stairs two at a time and as one headed for a truck. 

Back At Bombshell's

Stephanie's PoV

"So it's like that now. You just gonna turn into a whore and sleep with anyone with a big dick?" Morelli growled. "You used to be worth something as a girl even if you were worthless as a bounty hunter. But now you are nothing but a slut. A stupid cunt, just like the rest. Maybe I should get me one last taste... you look like you've been rode hard and put away wet...they won't be able to notice one more load in your stretched out snatch." He said coming towards me. 

"Actually Joe. They would. Cause if you manage to get your boys anywhere near me again, I will rip them off. I'm not going to be docile at all. If you want it, it will be rape, and you are gonna have to rape my cold dead corpse. Besides I'm not like Joyce or Terri. I'm still nice and tight. Even now that I am theirs, and they are mine, my number of partners is still in the single digits. Last I heard Joyce's tally was over a hundred and Terri's more than half way there herself." I said distracting him a bit. I slid a hand into my pocket and pressed the panic button Ranger had slipped in there when I refused accompaniment. "Poor Joe...have you ever been with a woman...other than me of course, who hasn't been with every last male member of your family? Cause I know for a fact that Helen Bargalowski dated Mooch back in his 'pass the pussy' phase."

"Shut up, you bitch." He snarled. He tried to close the distance between us, but I kept moving putting furniture between us. "Terri, Helen and Joyce at least know their places. They suck cock, and take it up the ass. They know how to give a man whatever he wants." 

"So do I. My Men at least. The men I can trust to care about me as a person and not just a means of getting their rocks off. Even balls to the wall sex feels like making love with them. Every touch communicates their feelings for me. The love you claim to feel while you yell and belittle and berate me, they show in their every action and touch and lick and bite and suck. You know what? I just swallowed a few loads not an hour ago. I love the feel of Lester or Tank or Bobby on my tongue. They stroke my hair as I blow them; they don't grab and pull like my ears are fucking handlebars, unless I want them too. Best of all they repay the fucking favor. They believe that going downtown is a pleasure, not a damn chore." I yelled back. 

"Why the hell should I eat you? You are mine. That's something you do to get a girl. I've already got you." He said truly confused. 

"Bullshit. Ranger has me, Tank has me, Lester has me, Cal has me, Bobby has me, Hal has me, Hector has me; you, you had me but you lost me. You lost me the second you decided that you were worth more than I was. You lost me the second that you decided to try to force me to become my mother. You lost me the second you decided that if you didn't like what I had to say you would arrest me and make me say something different. You lost me the second you started to fuck that Snooki's ugly twin looking bitch Helen. By the way I hope that you used your own condoms. She was planning to pull your own holes in the latex trick on you." I laughed dead in his face. And maybe I pushed him a smidge too far. He hauled off and hit me. 

"Hitting girls now are we Joe...Bitch move Joe, bitch move." I said as I hit him back. Punches were exchanged and just as Joe was getting the upper hand my door got kicked open. 

Tank PoV

One look at our Little Girl's pained, yet relieved face, and I can honestly say I have never been as angry as I was in that exact moment. "Hector, call Ranger. I want him and the men here in the next 4 minutes...or there won't be any left for them." I said as I crossed the room in three strides. Before Hector could get his phone out, I had Morelli pressed against the wall, one hand wrapped around his throat, his feet more than six inches off the floor. "This stupid mutherfucker was not only dumb enough to let Stephanie get away...he was stupid enough to put his hand on her because she decided to become ours." I snarled back towards Hector.

"The rest of Estefania's men are already on the way. She pressed her panic button a few minutes ago." Hector told me. He sounded a bit proud that our little girl was taking her safety seriously. He moved over to her and carefully took her into his arms.

I turned my attention back to the asshole hanging from my fist. "She is ours now Detective Morelli. I hear you used to be a real man, Morelli, a Navy man, now me; I was Army...a Ranger. But I work with plenty of SEALS, in fact one of my fellow Stephanie's Men was a SEAL...so you should know that real men take care of their own. You laid a hand, in anger, on Our Girl. So what do you think we should do to you?" 

"You should let me go. Before I run in for assaulting a police officer." Morelli said his voice filled with bravado. 

"No. Joe. You don't get to come here in your personal vehicle, come here off the clock, and then try to play cop. It doesn't work like that. You are here not as a police officer, you are here as a jealous ex-boyfriend who didn't know what he had until it was gone." I said with a smirk. "And I'm here as a current boyfriend who isn't going to let you get away with the bullshit assed way you've been treating the woman I love." 

"I got there First. Mine were the first fingers she felt in her cooch when she was six. Mine was the first dick she fucked when she was sixteen. Women never forget their first." Morelli said. Man he was never gonna let that go. 

Little Girl was not buying it. "Oh please, after last night your pathetic performances will now only be remembered as the star in my hall of shame. Even Dickie was better than that first time. I'm still not sure how I let you talk your way back into my bed after I cleared your name. You are the worst kind of lover, a selfish one. You only care about me orgasming to pump up your ego. You only pay attention to obvious erogenous zones, and for a boy who loved to play choo-choo you sure have a hard time using your fingers now. I had more orgasms when my JLS weren't even trying than I have the last six times we had sex combined." She taunted. "And considering that we only officially broke up yesterday afternoon, why had it been 73 days since I had a social orgasm...oh yeah 'cause you had Nurse Bitch and who knows how many others on the side. And you have the nerve to call me a whore." 

"We aren't over until I say we are over Cupcake. So you can all your dogs off." He said...I'd say bravely, but really this is rapidly approaching stupidity. 

"You are over Morelli. She is ours now. The men you see here now we are hers and she is ours. You need to wrap your head around that before you do something even stupider. You have lost her completely; you no longer can even claim her friendship thanks to your actions here today. If you want to keep your career, you will leave the entire Plum family alone. As I understand it Frank Plum wants to shoot you, and he has banned his wife from having any contact with you. Chief Hawser is very ready to take your shield and bust you back down so far you'll be calling Eddie and Costanza sir." Ranger said from the door. He entered followed but the rest of Stephanie's men. "And I can honestly say that should she say the word, good cop you may be, but I will ruin you so completely you won't be able to get a job as a crosswalk attendant anywhere in the continuous forty eight."

Looking around, I wondered if Morelli saw his death in my brothers' eyes as surely as I did. All seven of us wanted him dead in the worst way. Unfortunately, on the clock or not, killing a cop is a bitch load of paperwork.

Stephanie's PoV

Looking at the men who really love me, I can see their yearning for Morelli's blood. but I have a better idea. I'm gonna give him some rope; we'll see what he does with it. "Tank let the putz go. He's going to leave here with the understanding that should he ever stick his nose back into my business, I will press charges for the assault. Understanding that I'm going today and having a restraining order sworn against him. He is going to leave here today with the key to his house, and he will leave the key to this apartment in Hal's very capable hand. He will no longer call me or contact me in any conceivable way. He will no longer show up at my crime scenes unless it is in an official capacity, and since I doubt any of the desk sergeants or dispatchers would assign him a case involving me after what happened yesterday, I shouldn't have to see him at all. " I said as I worked Joe's house key off my key ring, carefully holding one arm tight to my battered ribs. 




When It Rains Pt. 03



Jazz was worn out from what I had done to her. She didn't even want to move to get on the bed. I covered her naked body with a blanket and gave her a pillow for her head. Before leaving the room, I turned on the fireplace to help keep her warm. I threw on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie and headed to the mall. I decided to buy Jazz some clothes and underwear. Who knows how much longer she'll be cooped up in my penthouse. Call me insane, but I've got feelings for her. Not just the throbbing sensation between my legs, but actual feelings. 

I know that for the time being we were just having fun, but I wanted more. I know Jazz isn't a lesbian, but I've got to have her to myself. This is the first time that I've ever fallen for someone so fast. I want to show another side of me and not just be the sexual aggressor. I have to step my game up and soon. When I got back to the penthouse, I dropped the bags in the front and headed back to my room. Jazz was still fast asleep on the floor. Damn, I didn't think I was that good, but who am I kidding? She just doesn't get that good shit on a regular. I stripped down to my bra, panties and t-shirt and climbed under the blanket with her. I played in her hair and watched her sleep for a few minutes until I drifted off myself. I wasn't asleep long when I felt Jazz stirring next to me. I looked over and saw her scrolling through her phone. 

"Hey."

"Wassup." She never took her eyes away from the phone. 

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah."

"You sure?"

"Yup." 

"Why the one-word answers?"

"No reason."

"Right." I got up from the floor and grabbed the bags from the front room. I brought them back in my room and handed them to her.

"What's this?"

"I bought you some things while you were asleep. I figured you would like some clean clothes of your own."

"Kymona what are you trying to do? You can't buy me."

"Okay, really what the fuck are you talking about? I was just trying to be nice and get you some clothes seeing that you don't have any. Nobody is trying to buy you."

She pushes the bags to the side and covers herself with the blanket as she sits up. "Listen Kymona, about what I said earlier..."

"What?"

"When I said I was yours. It was in the heat of the moment and..."

"And you don't want to be with me."

"I mean we can still be cool. Maybe become friends under any other circumstance. This was just a one-time thing, ya know, just girls misbehaving. I just can't get with the lesbian thing."

"So you had no problem with me eating you out and making that pussy come, but now you can't get with the lesbian thing?"

"Like I said it was just girls misbehaving and having a little fun, but that gay shit ain't for me."

"What does that mean? That gay shit?" 

" I'm just saying with the business I'm in I can't have people assuming I'm into females. That's inappropriate." 

"So you're saying my choice of caring for a woman is inappropriate?" 

I was doing my best not to get heated with Jazz, but everything in me was fighting that. Everything she said just made her sound like a total asshole. I mean what the fuck does she mean by that "gay shit"? She makes it sound like I have a damn disease or something. I stood waiting for her to give me a response.

"That's not what I'm saying..."

"Then make yourself clear."

"Kymona these past two days have been...exceptional. I honestly believe that I was caught in a vulnerable place. I appreciate the experience, but this can't go beyond us just being friends."

"You know what I think? I think you're afraid of your true feelings."

"Excuse me?"

"You're a grown ass woman running away from her feelings. You try to deflect to make yourself feel better, but deep down you know better. I didn't make you enjoy the sex, that was your decision. I didn't make you stay here, you chose to."

"You know my car is down."

"So you couldn't call a cab? What about that male friend of yours? Why not call him? Hell if you really wanted to go home I could've taken you. Admit it you wanted to be here with me. You can't resist me."

"I can't resist you? Who do you think you are?"

I dropped back down to the floor beside her. I removed the blanket and pulled her close. Her breath quickened and I could damn near hear her heart beating out of her chest. Usually I wouldn't force anyone into anything, but I had to prove my point. I slid my hand down from her side to between her thighs. She was already wet and I had barely even touched her. I pushed her down and got on top of her getting in the scissoring position.

"Resist me Jazz and prove me wrong." I started to grind against her and grab at her chest. I had been gentle before, but not this time. I pinched hard at her nipples making her back arch off the floor. I grinded faster against her. Her eyes were rolling back and she could hardly catch her breath. Leaning back some, I made room so I could finger her wet pussy. With no mercy I shoved three fingers deep inside her. 

"Fuuuccckkk!! You gone make me cum. Right there." I felt her walls tighten around my fingers. Just before she was about to cum I pulled away. I could tell she was mad and wanted to finish, but who cares. I run this shit. Her eyebrows furrowed as she bit her lip and looked up at me. Her eyes were begging me to come back and finish the job.

"See? Vulnerability has nothing to do with it. I'm bringing your true feelings out and you can't handle it. You say you're not mine, but you've shown me otherwise. And if I find out you made yourself cum while I'm gone, you'll be in some serious trouble." I left her laying there and went out to the front room. It'll be hard to be with her, I know, but it'll be worth it. I never have a problem with a challenge. 

Jazz POV

Kymona just left me lying there horny and wet as a motherfucker. I needed to come and bad, but I didn't want to test her. I have to be honest my emotions are everywhere with her. I didn't mean to offend her, but I really can't be with her. What would my co-workers say if they knew I started sleeping with women? They already view me as a piece of meat and it's taken me years to get them to view me as one of their equals. The minute I even hint that I have interest in women, that would only add on to their twisted little fantasies about me. I admit I was wrong for assuming that she was trying to buy me. It was really sweet of her to get me something when she doesn't even know me. Kymona was right, I practically was hers. She's got me wrapped around her fingers. 

I look over and see the vibrator that she used on me earlier. I listen to see if she was coming back, but I heard nothing. Fuck it I'm horny as hell and I have got to bust this nut. What was she going to do anyways? I turned it on high speed so I could come before she came back. That was dumb on my part for the simple fact I know my pussy is sensitive. I almost screamed out, but covered my mouth before any sound came out. I just needed two minutes to get the job done. Just when it was about to happen...

"What do you think you're doing Jazz?"

Damn, I'm busted. I turned the vibrator off and looked at her. For some odd reason I couldn't get any words to come out. 

"Were you trying to make yourself come?"

"Yes, you left the job unfinished."

"You don't do that gay shit, remember?" She tossed me some clothes. "Get dressed I'm taking you home."

"Kymona are you serious?"

"Should I not be? You being here obviously isn't going to work for either one of us. Get dressed, get your things, you're going home." With that she turned and left out the room. For a minute I stood there feeling confused. I didn't know whether to be mad, hurt or relieved. I put on the clothes and gathered all my things. When I walked out the room, she was waiting by the front door with a bag that contained my clothes she had washed.

Kymona POV

I have nothing more to say to Jazz. I just need to get her out of my place. Her being here is only going to make things worse than what they already are. Even after all the fucked up stuff she said, I still wanted to be with her. If that meant just being her friend then I would accept that just so I could have her around. When we got in the car there was nothing, but dead silence. She typed her address in the GPS and buried herself in her phone from that point on. I wanted to tell her how I felt, but I refused to make myself look weak. That shit doesn't work for me. 

When we pulled up to her place there was this guy waiting at her door. He came walking over to the car and Jazz got out to greet him. 

"Hey Jaylen."

"Wassup sexy? I'm glad you called me."

"Yeah I could use the company. Could you grab my things out the backseat?"

Is this woman playing right now? Did she really call this dude up to try and throw it in my face? Ha that's real funny. This dude was about 5'8", brown-skinned, looked like he weighed a measly 130 pounds, and dressed like he walked of the set of House Party. He was wearing an oversized suit and was sporting a gumby haircut. This dude couldn't make me jealous on my worst day. Before closing the door he asked Jazz who I was.

"Actually I didn't quite catch her name myself." Is this bitch serious? "Thank you miss for the ride home, I really appreciate it." Before I could respond, Jazz closed the door in my face and gave Jaylen this nasty, sloppy looking kiss. When I say sloppy I mean sloppy. It made me think of the kissing scene in the Nutty Professor with the old lady and Buddy Love. You know what, it doesn't even phase me because she knows who she belongs to. I'll let her play her games now, but I know she'll be begging to come back.



When It Rains, She Whores...



My sister is a bitch.

Hmmm....when I say it out loud, the same thing always happens. I feel a little bad for it, but ultimately, I don't think it changes anything. It's like looking outside and seeing rain when you don't want it; talking about it doesn't change it. Difference is, Hanna doesn't want to be a bitch. Really, she could be so much more than that if she could just embrace something different. But status is all she's ever known; divide and destroy. Moments of peace...of love, or acceptance...she doesn't know what to do. Happiness for Hanna...hurts. 

I learned this one night by accident. It was one of the strangest nights I've ever known, and I still can't make sense of it. It was perverse, it was passionate, and it changed how I view relationships while at the same time, changing nothing about mine with Hanna. It's like the rain again...a beautiful thing, but still depresses you.

My life was rough. I was 20 and home for summer from college. My sister was also home, and the three years she'd spent at college had made her even more sarcastic and standoffish. Her sorority life was constantly pushing her popularity to the front of her mind. It consumed her to the point that family was good enough anymore. 

None of us were telling how good she looked, or how awesome her wardrobe was. None of us were begging her to fuck, either. She had a reputation for being the holy grail of sex, like that chick in Cruel Intentions. From what I heard, she liked it rough, which fit into her outlook. Everything must be a fight, life must be a struggle.

My parents had even suggested counseling, but at 22, you'd have a hard time convincing a grown woman to undergo counseling. They kind of abandoned us now and then, her attitude being unbearable. I guess they were biding their time as helpful parents, waiting until she graduated and moved out. They would go out to eat or a movie, and leave me there with her. Not totally blowing her off; I was there! Which brings me back to my previous statement: my life was rough.

I'd tried to go out with Casey that night. She was a longtime friend of mine, and over the years she had blossomed into a beautiful woman. She had long hair of auburn, with a pattern of freckles on her nose and neck. I was certain they traveled further down to her firm chest, but I'd never find out. I was stuck solidly in the friend zone, and as another of my stuttering, fumbled advances was dismissed as friendly banter, I was walking though my door at 9:30 with strong winds and black thunderclouds rolling in at my back. My parents were gone as evidenced by the missing Tahoe, which meant I got to share space with my frigid sister another night. Maybe I could just hide out in my room.

I walked in and was greeted by her sardonic smile. "Either you're a quick fuck, or you've just been dismissed again. So what shall I put my money on...hmm."

"If you got money, I suggest you buy a bolt for that trap." I snapped. In hindsight, bragging to my parents about Casey wasn't the best idea. They'd talk about anything to try and reach Hanna. And now, armed with my repeated failures, she was feeling particularly vicious tonight. I guess we were all in a bad mood.

"Touchy!" she said, obviously not hurt in the least by my crack. "I was just saying that the likelihood of your being a quick fuck is just as good as being turned down, and I want to think about my options." I wasn't in the mood, and I turned on her.

"You want options, I'd go with penicillin." 

"What the fuck are you talking about?" 

"It may just cure whatever VD you picked up from your random college fuck buddies!" I shouted. I felt unusually mean, and I decided not to hold back. A good defense, they say, is a good offense. 

"I don't give a fuck what you think college life is about," I began, walking toward her." But around here, none of us give a shit how witty you are, how quick you can open your mouth, or how fine you think you are. You know what you are? An emotionally distant bitch who thinks life's a big popularity contest, and to fill your empty space, you fill your cunt with any cock that's willing!"

"You little bastard!" she shrieked, swelling to her full 5 feet, 4 inches. "You haven't got a clue about me or any other woman out there! You may not know it, but a pitiful asshole like you would give his left ball to fuck me!" She launched off the counter and came marching across the room. 

"So you shut the fuck up!" She almost screamed the last two words, and punched me hard in the chest. I blinked, and grabbed her by the throat. I've long since been bigger than she is, and if she wasn't going to remember I was her brother then I'd forget it too. I closed my hand around her little neck and tightened my grip; she squeaked, and fear sprang into her eyes.

"You offering, sis? No thanks -- I ain't catchin' a case from you. But if you ever fucking hit me again, I will be happy to slap your ass around." I let her go, and she fell to the floor. Now free from my grip, the old hate came back to her eyes, and she stared up at me through angry tears. I turned and went upstairs.

I was in my room when I heard a knock on the door. Hanna came in, meekly and slowly. She'd changed into some shorts and a t-shirt, and looked like she'd been crying the twenty minutes since I'd left her in the kitchen.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"You don't know me," she answered, calmly. "I'm under a lot of pressure. I have to be tough; I have a lot of things that I'm in charge of, and people are always trying to fuck with my life, and yeah, sometimes I sleep with people to get some release, but..." 

"Stop," I interrupted. "That's the problem, Hanna. You don't have to be attacking everything all the time. I mean, shit, what'd I do to you?" 

She hung her head, and then looked up with a small smile. "You put gum in my hair when I was 10." 

We laughed. She came in and plopped on the bed next to me. "Look, it's just that what you said down there was closer to home than I thought, ok? Now...I'm going to help you, if you'll help me relax." 

I was cautious. "What do you mean help me?" I asked. 

"I help you with your Casey problem, you help me relax." She said. "Is it a deal?" 

"Sure," I said, slowly. "So what do I do?" 

"First," she said, "You help me relax." She spun her back to me and pointed to her shoulders. "Rub."

I frowned. "I ain't rubbin' your shoulders." 

"Look, I'm not proud, but I have had sex with several people and I know how to get into a woman's pants. You want to fuck Casey, I want a shoulder rub." 

Something about the way she said that made me think she was very proud of fucking a lot, but I rubbed her shoulders anyways. It felt weird to be nice to her, and I wasn't sure I liked it. And besides, I didn't just want to fuck Casey. I liked her very much. For the next few minutes she told me about being assertive, about flirting, and about moving in for a kiss. At that point, she spun around to face me.

"Then you just lean in and do what you have to do." She said. "Easy."

"Not easy," I replied. "I'm nervous around her."

"Easy," she repeated. And she leaned in and gave me a brief but strong kiss. I pulled away from her. 

"Ok, weird!" I jumped from the bed, but she remained still. 

"You...you have soft lips," she said. "You're going to be a great kisser." 

"Thanks," I said, lowering my head in embarrassment. I noticed something when I dropped my eyes downward -- her nipples were stiff, puffy and protruding from under her sports bra. I realized she was turned on, and what was worse, I was slightly turned on too! Suddenly the lights flickered, and went off. The storm had knocked out the power. I glanced around, and then back at Hanna, but she didn't seem to have noticed.

"Yeah...it's just that..." she began, "...never mind. Just, uh...do that and she'll be putty in your hands." She looked up. I quickly smiled and plopped on the bed next to her.

"Ok! Well, thanks for the tips. Anything else?" I asked, briskly. She looked back down again.

"Can I kiss you again?" she asked, quietly.

"Why?" I asked. "Don't you think it's kind of sick?

"Yeah," she replied. "It's just that...I like to kiss like that. Most guys want it so rough; I guess I like it that way, and it makes getting laid easier. But really, I don't like having that kind of sex all the time. I just liked being...gentle for once. Do you like being...gentle?" she looked up into my face again. My eyes flitted to her chest again, and in the dim light, I could still see her nipples very clearly. 

"Yeah," I replied, with a pitying smile. "I do." 

She leaned in and kissed me again, licking my tongue with hers. It was sick to kiss my sister like that, but it felt good at the same time, and my cock hardened as she climbed on top of me and began to bite and nibble my neck. She licked across my throat, and up to my ear. Then she began to whisper.

"I'm clean, you know. I always made them wear a condom, always. You believe me, don't you? Oh, please believe me!" She almost sobbed, and I raised her up. 

"I believe you," I said, looking into her eyes. I wasn't sure what the hell was going on; it was getting difficult to think. She bent and kissed me again, grasping my face with both hands. My fingers ran instinctively along her stomach; she had tight abs...then up over her bra and gently to her nipples. She exhaled into my mouth and sat up on top of me, then took my hands and helped me stand. She held her arms up and closed her eyes.

"Take my top off...but slowly. Gently." I removed her shirt, then carefully removed her sports bra, running my hands along her firm breasts, her puffy nipples, and then up to gently rub her neck before going back down her chest. My hands rested on her chest, and I squeezed her breasts together. She sighed in contentment as she pulled her scrunchie out of her hair, letting her long black hair fall around her breasts.

I fondled her full tits, watching her eyes close and her head tilt back in pleasure. I was giving her a slow chest massage, and she was loving it. She unzipped my pants, and started to rub my cock. I felt my stomach lurch. My sister was palming my dick, and I was letting her. It was sick...but she knew what to do with a cock, and as I bent forward, cupping her breast and bringing her nipple to my lips, she slid her fingers down my hips, sliding my shorts and boxers down to my ankles. 

After a few more seconds of rubbing my dick, she placed both hands on my chest and pushed me gently back on the bed. Before I could say another word she had my dick in her mouth, moving slowly up the shaft to the head, and then back down again. It felt fantastic, and I was easily able to push past the uneasy feelings and enjoy this. She was licking my cock like a popsicle, massaging my balls and bobbing her tongue on the tip. I was feeling close, and I guess she could tell, because she took my dick all the way down her throat then. I jumped, grabbing the sheets in both hands, arching my back. Hanna was deep throating me, gagging on my cock; each time her throat tightened, it felt like a tight pussy cumming around my shaft. I came forcefully, and she took all of it down her throat.

When I was done, she quickly slipped her shorts off and climbed on me. I sat up to meet her, and she slid my cock inside her, then placed her legs on either side of me, sitting deeply in my lap. I was beginning to get hard again, though she'd put me in her cunt so fast I barely had time to relax. She wrapped her arms around my neck and drew my lips to her chest. The she arched her back, putting all her weight on my dick. She moaned, and shuddered as I bottomed her out.

"Fuck...oh shit..." she whispered, as she ground on my cock. Her pussy was very tight, which I didn't expect, and I found myself almost about to make a sarcastic comment. I pushed it out of my head, and grabbed her ass, moving her up and down slowly. She reached forward and held my neck, letting me fuck her deep and hard. I took one hand and placed it on the small of her back, gyrating her as she slid up and down on my shaft. My other hand found it's way to her neck, and she licked her lips and I rubbed her neck. It also gave me a kind of handhold to press myself deeper inside, and she rested her forhead on mine as she began to pant. Our chests were pressed together, and her eyes were closed. "You're fucking me so deep..." she whispered between gasps. "I'm going to cum...ahhhh...I'm almost there...." She entwined my hair in her fingers and shuddered with her orgasm, arching her back and moaning loudly. Her juices flowed down my thighs, drenching my ass. She was bucking against her every contraction, grinding my dick for all I could give her. Once she was done, she leaned on top of me and kissed me again, pushing her tongue inside. Then she held my shoulders as she gently rolled me over on top of her. 

I never slipped out. I thrust in and out of her slowly as we kissed, each time feeling my dick stretch her walls, each time listening to her whimper as she was filled. The rain beat against the windows outside; I pushed up and took her legs on my shoulders, and began to fuck her harder. She was moaning again, pinching her tits and arching her back with pleasure. She was beautiful, if I had to say it; the lightning from outside laminated her body in flashes of bright light. She was curvy, and her breasts were firm and perfect. Her tight snatch shone with each flash, and her eyes rolled with ecstasy as I entered her again and again. I pumped harder and faster...she began to whine, wrapping her legs around my hips, thrust up to recieve me as I slammed her pussy. She began to arch her back as she let go of her breasts. One of her hands grabbed the sheets, and the other began to work her clit furiously. I could feel my balls tightening as I was getting close... 

"Cum in me...please...ohhhh shit....shit...ohhhh...!" she screamed as she began to cum. She was squirting all over me, her fingers flicking her juices in every direction as she fanned and worked her bare pussy. It was such a turn on and it felt so good that I almost came inside her...almost.

At the last second I pulled out and came on her stomach, leaning into her wet cunt and panting as I jizzed on her flat abs. She continued to buck, but took her hand from the sheets and began to work my dick, milking every last drop. She pulled her clit tight, sending a spray of her juice up my stomach. 

As she finished, I laid her legs down and sat on the bed. She rested for a few moments too, her eyes half closed staring at the ceiling. I looked to the floor, thinking about what had just happened. She was the first to speak. 

"You were supposed to cum in me, silly," she said, smiling. "It would have been perfect." She wrapped her arms around my neck. I stood and walked across the room. 

"What?" she asked. "Look, it'll be our secret, I swear." 

"No..." I said, slowly. "I mean, yeah, I'll never tell anyone. But this won't happen again." 

"Why? Wasn't it good for you?" She stood, wiping the cum from her stomach with my shirt. I grimaced. I thought of telling her the truth...that she was right; I would have begged to fuck someone like her. Her cunt was fantastic. But when I was about to cum something crossed my mind, stopping me. I realized something...no, I remembered something.

"Yeah, it was good," I said. "But it doesn't change anything, Hanna. I don't know what you thought you'd be getting from me...and you're my sister, and I love you. But Hanna...I don't like you. You've been a bitch for as long as I can remember. This...this was...a nut. A pump. A great fuck. But you're not who I want to be with."

She looked down, and then looked up at me with tear filled eyes. 

"But...you love me, right?" She whispered. 

"I love you. But not like that." She looked down again, and then began to dress furiously. As she stamped across the room, she paused at the doorway. The she spun around, her hair framing now furious eyes; I was looking into the face of the Hanna I knew.

"Well I hope you enjoyed it, you little shit. Consider it a pity fuck for a pitiful fucker. And let me tell you something else; you breathe a word of this to anyone, and I'll have your fucking cock on a plate, you hear?!" And she stormed down the hall, slamming her bedroom door as she went in. 

Her words didn't anger me. Rather, I sort of pitied her and her anger. I dressed slowly, then walked down the hall to her room. I reached out for the door, but stopped; I could hear her in her room, sobbing. 

So...Hanna just wanted something better than the world she built around herself. I guess she thought I understood that. I wished I could tell her. Better to leave it alone, I though, as I turned to look out the hall window. 

"Son?" a voice said. I turned to see my father at the head of the stairs. "What are you doing?" 

"Nothing, Dad." I said. "Just...listening to the rain."

End.