1 comments/ 38340 views/ 2 favorites Desired By: badger1 She knew he wanted her. She strode efficiently between the workstations; her eyes never wavered from the door to her office, she walked with purpose and confidence. She acknowledged him, but only in a curt professional manner, she wasn't here to be anyone's friend. His eyes followed her to her office, she knew he watched her and she enjoyed it. Occasionally when she'd been having a particularly good day she might even affect a slight rolling of her hips as she passed. She enjoyed the attention, most men were, when it came to the crunch, frightened of her. She was a strong woman, successful; her life was totally committed to being the best at everything she did. Men just didn't want to compete with her, and she reveled in competition. Her lovers were mostly older men, successful and intelligent, she liked their maturity and drawn to them because they didn't behave like spoilt children when they didn't get their own way. She would never be someone's wife; someone might end up her husband though. He couldn't stop thinking about her. She had a monopoly on his thoughts, even during sex he constantly analyzed it in comparison with how She would be. His couldn't control it. He let his mind wander into his favourite fantasy how She would undress, how she would feel under the caress of his touch, her taste, smell, her moans; it was all just too much and he had to masturbate. He stood up and headed for the toilets, his cock growing even as he walked. He was so aroused by her, they weren't friends, he'd only interacted with her during work, she'd never let on that she was even remotely interested in him. But that depressing notion would come later, right now he was on a high, his thoughts clouded with eroticism and lust. No one in here, great. His cock was completely rigid before he had released it from his trousers. He touched his cock gently at first closing his eyes as his sex twitched in excitement; slowly he withdrew his foreskin in a tantalizingly slow movement. Too much, he was pumping his cock now, her body writhed in front of him, he imagined watching himself penetrate her. In his minds eye he saw his shaft slide between her labia, saw her slick juices encasing his cock as he withdrew. With his eyes closed and back arched he erupted covering his hand and ejaculating onto the floor in hard powerful thrusts. After a minute's rest he cleaned himself up and took the opportunity to urinate, pulled his trousers up and made to leave. She stared at him. He'd pushed open the toilet door only to find her outside the cubicle. Fuck. 'Come with me.' He followed her like a naughty school boy to her office, hoping to God it was some sort of error in the books and not that his boss had just caught him masturbating in the toilet. God did I call out her name? FUCK. Well lets try and bluff it out, might get lucky. She closed the door behind them as they entered her office, plush with leather sofa, expensive looking desk and fresh white lilies. 'Your behaviour today has been unacceptable. I will not tolerate such disgusting actions in my department. I'm going to have to discipline you, I'm sure you won't argue that you don't deserve it. He crumbled, couldn't even make an attempt at pretence, instead all he could manage was a feeble 'No ma'am.' 'Strip.' 'What?!' 'You heard me.' 'But...' 'Shut the FUCK up, you little wanker! When I Tell you to do something you DO IT!' Despite her apparent anger, she'd let her mask slip ever so slightly and he was sure he'd seen just the hint of a crooked smile play over lips. He hesitated a moment longer before removing his shirt and tie - she was definitely smiling now. He unbuckled his belt and let his trousers fall to the floor. He felt a tingle in his loins, shit this is actually turning me on, oh god... He could feel blood returning to his spent organ now and in shameful embarrassment he stood there in his boxers as his erection grew. He couldn't look at her, his eyes burned into the carpet. 'My my, I seem to have quite an effect on you Mr Simms.' He managed a glance in her direction but couldn't hold her gaze. ' 'Your humiliation will serve as a reminder about unacceptable conduct, now make your self useful and come here, I have a job for you.' With that she moved to her desk, but instead of handing him some report of other she wanted completed, she lent back against her desk. She pulled up her designer skirt to reveal she wore no panties. His mind whirled, from the pits of despair to rampant euphoria in seconds. She spread her legs wide to show him her sex. A small strip of dark fuzz crowned the top of her labia. Her vaginal lips were thin and tight to her clitoris, before widening invitingly to her entrance. 'Lick me.' He didn't need to be told twice. He knelt in front of her, his eyes drinking in the sight of her womanhood. He could smell her arousal now and his penis twitched. He extended his tongue slowly, gently he grazed her inner most thigh with its tip. She groaned, his excitement growing ever stronger, he licked more confidently at edge of her pussy. 'That's it, lick my cunt, wanker!' His tongue probed the folds of her sex, tasting her juice that was flowing freely now, tracing the length of her labia he let his tongue wallow in her womanhood. She opened herself even wider, her lips parting to show him her pink hole. Beads of her lubricant formed now at her inviting entrance. He looked up from her pussy to see her staring with lust filled eyes at him submissively pleasuring her. She reached down and separated her lips with her fingers even more. 'Tongue my hole, Mr Simms.' She commanded. A loud groan escaped her lips as he lapped at the juices dripping from her, before thrusting his tongue like a small cock into her hot, wet, vagina. She allowed him to tongue fuck her for a minute, before informing him, 'I think your enjoying that too much, Mr Simms.' She pushed his head away from her gaping cunt her fingers now kneading her clitoris. She stood up and turned around, bending over the desk and displaying her firm buttocks to him. 'Spread my ass, Mr Simms.' 'Good, now you dirty little pervert, lick my asshole.' He was startled, he'd never even in his dirtiest masturbatory fantasies imagined licking someone's bumhole, but he had no choice really did he, and the sheer disgusting filthiness of the task actually turned him on. He licked tentatively between her cheeks his oral tool moving ever closer to her little brown pucker. 'Tongue my ass, that's it, lick my dirty shit hole.' He made contact with it and she shuddered. He discovered it didn't actually taste all that bad, and smelt musky but not horrible. Soon he was rimming her ass with gusto and she was riving on the desk, her pussy now so wet, her juices were running down her legs. He was getting very into this anal pleasuring now, and was soon pushing his tongue in short thrusts into her anus. She was loving it and from her moans he could tell she was near orgasm. 'Fuck me.' Even near orgasm her voice was strong and commanding, he did as he was told and removed his boxer shorts. Taking hold of his tool he ran its bulbous head over her cunt, getting his cock coated with her juices, after a moment he positioned the head of his cock at her waiting entrance and slid in. She moaned even louder at this new pleasure, He started slowly with elongated strokes, he watched his cock enter the pussy he had dreamt about for months and nearly spent his sperm straight away, but managed to control himself. His thrusts grew in strength and soon his cock slid noisily in and out of her sloppy pussy. He could feel her fingers still pleasuring her clit as they bumped his shaft, and felt her groin tighten as she again neared orgasm. 'Fuck me, Mr Simms, fuck my pussy, fuck my wet hole, screw me, shaft me, FUCK MEEEEE.' With this he felt her pussy grip his embedded shaft tightly. He couldn't last any longer and had to release his cum, in rhythmic clutches her vagina milked his dick of all his sperm as they both screamed in orgasmic bliss. For a moment they lay there over the desk, his cock still inside her now even more sloppy vagina. He pulled out of her and stood up. He took the opportunity in her newly docile state to take quick peak at her cum filled pussy. He couldn't help it, it was after all one of his mostly deeply embedded fetishes. That was a mistake however, she'd caught him looking and a now familiar gleam in her eyes twinkled. 'Why Mr Simms, you are a dirty little boy aren't you?' He could only cough in reply, before he shrugged his shoulders and muttered, 'Yeah I guess...' She resumed her perch on the desk, with her legs again spread eagled, his eyes couldn't move from the sperm filled snatch in front of him. 'Clean me, Mr Simms, there's a good boy.' He continued to stare at her fucked hole, before moving closer, his sperm was now starting to ooze its way out of her pink canal. He licked quickly this time, cleaning her pussy and down her thighs of both their juices. Her messy vagina was his deepest darkest fantasy and she let him live it. Her hands now pulled his head tight into her pussy and she wrapped her long legs around his back. "That's it pervert lick my cummy hole.' She humped his head now, he could scarcely breathe for pussy, cum and fanny juice, his tongue licking frantically over her lovely sloppy hole, tasting her and his own thick spunk. Her well fucked pussy was the most erotically dirty thing he'd ever seen. He had worked so quickly he had cleaned her within a couple of minutes, she was starting to get very turned on again, and her fanny was deliciously sensitive, she was in danger of becoming too excited to stop him. She could see his cock was growing hard again and had a wicked thought, the image of him hobbling back to his desk trying to hide his erection was too funny to miss. 'That is all Mr Simms.' And with that she pushed him away, pulled her skirt back down and sat in her leather desk chair. Desired This is the first story I ever wrote. Please, great feedback would much appreciated. Chapter 2 is coming, just need some time to keep up with my classes. -Christian- It was summer break. I just finished my sophomore year at Brandeis University in Massachusetts. It was in a very rural area, heavy thick woods and many homes were surrounded by the forests. Coming from brooklyn, it was hard to get accustomed to this lifestyle, but I stuck it out. It paid off for me, the school had a very good dual-degree program. For myself, majoring in Psychology & Bioinformatics was no easy feat, but I had an apt for the brain and thinking critically was my thing, among other things. I guess you could say I was a well rounded guy, I played soccer (my favorite hobby besides sparring), played basketball and my father put me into MMA and other martial arts. I was in very good shape. I was mixed ethnically speaking, brazilian, columbian, and armenian was where my family was from. I'm 6'2". Another thing that girls were attracted to were my eyes. I had 2 completely different eye colors, called complete heterochromia. My left eye was a solid bright jade green and my right eye was a bright blue. Its a genetic mutation and very rare for someone to get completely 2 different colors. I also had a couple of tattoos. My right bicep had a ring of words in armenian circling it. I had an intricate tattoo that encircled my left elbow and around to halfway up my bicep and a little bit to my forearm of tribal tattoos with a green and blue tropical hibiscus flower in the inner part of my elbow. I have a small tattoo of rock cracks on my upper right corner of my back. (I was drunk when I decided to get it) and an egyptian ankh tattoo on my center back, it was quite large. My tattoo was a mixture of tribal and egyptian hieroglyphics that covers the side of my seratus and went up my left pec and ended right near my neck. I had jet black hair that was fairly short, but not too short, a girl could still grasp it in her hand. I had the tip of my tongue pierced, a lip ring on the right side, and my dick pierced. That one hurt the most, and it was difficult to pee for the first few weeks. But it was worth it. My mother passed away when I was young, so it was just me & my father most of the time besides my grandparents. I went away to college to get away from the dangers of brooklyn and to explore a different part of the country. I had decided to stay on campus, even though there was at least a handful of people here as well, to conduct research for my advisors and hopefully get some work published. It was dusk and I decided to go to the soccer field and practice some tricks so I wouldn't die of boredom. I put on my low top nikes, some black windbreaker pants and and a shirt whose sleeves I cut and cut a bit down the sides to make it into a loose tank top. I threw on a thin hoody and grabbed my soccerball and headed out to the field. Walking there was a bit far because the fields were in a secluded area, especially the soccer field. It was the farthest and basically surrounded by trees except for a single path to the bleachers and the rest of the field. While walking I felt a sharp cold breeze hit my back. I swore I heard someone breathe near me. I turned around and nothing. The gloomy street lights illuminated most of the campus at night. This one single light that illuminated the path more upwards to the field was broken, and it was very dark. I took my phone out and used it a light so I could see. Walking more I heard footsteps behind me and turned around again. But nothing. I knew I wasnt going crazy and started to hear ruffling in the trees. I got goosebumps, but kept walking. Whatever, I know how to defend myself if someone wants to fuck with me. I could easily break bones and am very strong. I was lean and cut, but not a muscle head. In other words, My biceps were not bigger than my head and my endurance was high. I finally reached the bleachers and took off my hoody and placed it on the bleachers. I put phone on top and I kicked the soccerball towards the goal and made it. Despite me being far from it. I should have joined the soccer team, but I had enough on my plate with classes and research alone. I jumped over the fence with ease and ran to the ball. -Aelana- I licked my lips when I saw him take off his hoody. I could tell he was built, but seeing it was even more mouthwatering...it made me thirsty. I usually would not come near a school because missing students tend to draw more attention, but I'll make an exception. I decided to just watch him, with one jump I was at the top of a tree, although I was many yards away, I saw him as if he was right next to me. These all seeing eyes I gained since my transformation served me well. I saw him do very impressive acrobatic tricks with the soccer ball, he had such precision when he kicked and hit a single narrow pole to make the ball bounce back towards him where he would catch it with his chest, or head, and feet. The ball never stayed in one place, and it never hit the ground. He was good, very good. I actually enjoyed watching him. But what appeased me more was the increase of his beating heart. It sounded so strong and the aroma he release was intoxicating. Such an earthy scent, delicious and very manly. So much testosterone, mmm, he possibly could have made a fitting king to rule Ancient egypt with me...perhaps. Thats when the hunger pans hit me, a strong locking of my stomach made a rather uncomfortable pain hit me hard. I hadn't fed in a week...and he looked very good, very healthy. I swiftly jumped to another tree and got a better look at him from the front. A few things caught my eye, 1 thing was his large bulge that swung back and forth in his pants when he jumped, ran, and kicked the ball. It made me a bit horny...actually a lot. He was very attractive, the tattoos that adorned his strong arms were also attractive. It was like fate was dangling my drug in front of me, tempting me, but I had been around for very long time. I could be in a room filled with blood and still hold my composure. Much discipline helped me survive for 4,700 years. And I still look like my 22 year old self. I will never forget my transformation, or my maker, although she was a bitch. The hunger pans hit me again, this time a bit too unbearable, I shouldn't have gone without feeding for this long. But he would be worth the wait. I saw one of his eyes reflect the light and saw it to be bright blue. Beautiful. I thought to myself, its been so long since I drank a blue eyes male. "Mmmm," I let out...blood smells so pure. The brighter the eye color, the sweeter the blood. The purest are the ones with bright blue, bright green, hazel, and honey brown. I jumped down from the tree, despite the height, I was silent. No sound. Not a single disruption in the quiet summer night was made by any of my movements. Even other vampyres could not feel me near. I was possibly the oldest vampyre in the world now, good. With age comes more speed and strength. I stared at him, and smelled the air, no one but him was here. Even the animals ran away, they know a predator is here, and she is very hungry. He balanced the soccer ball on his head and started breathing a bit faster, he was flipping and running a lot. He is only human. I saw his pulsing artery on his neck, near the tip of another tattoo that looked egyptian, it intrigued me, and I took a step closer. I couldn't stop looking at it, it was beating so good. The sweet intoxicating blood running through it made my mouth dry and my inner beast became restless. I felt my fangs begin to elongate a bit, but I retracted them. I observed for a perfect moment where I could slide in and have my way with him. I planned to get more than just a drink...I only ever had sex with my maker, she took my virginity, and after that I vowed to never touch another sexually, man or woman. But he just called to both my thirst and my pussy. I really wanted him. He threw the ball up in the air and fell back towards the low cut fake grass. I saw his chest heave up and down as he looked up at the starry sky with his arms spread out. Now was my chance... -Christian- I threw myself on the cool grass to catch my breath and stare at the night sky before I head back to my dorm room. Then in such a fast, less than a second motion, before I could finish blinking, I was pinned down by arms and straddled by some woman. "What the fuck? Who were you? Get off" I said, I lifted my body up and began to push her arms up, she lifted her head and threw her hair back, she was beautiful. She seemed surprised and she pressed down harder to pin me back on the ground. I continued pushing against her thats when her eyes locked with mine. Such beautiful amber-red eyes and I felt hooks pierce my mind. Like a fog began to cloud my rationale. But I persisted in pushing to get her off me, christ she was fucking strong. "Get the fuck off!" I yelled and tried to push harder, but my eyes couldn't look away and she was able to pin me back to the ground. I tried to kick up my legs but no use, she had me pinned. "Who the fuck are you. What do you want?" I said, very angrily. She only stared at me, at my eyes. "What are you?" was what she said. Her voice was so smooth and like the voice of a muse. It was relaxing and somehow it calmed me down. She lowered her face closer to mine and repeated, this time more demanding "What are you?" she said. "What the fuck are you?" I said in a mean tone. I started looking at her face, long wavy black/brown hair in a messy style. She had such nice olive tone skin, and beautiful full lips. Nice cheeks and from what I was able to look at her, a gorgeous amazing tight little body. All she wore was a loose sporty white tank top, with a black bra that held great cleavage. I should be angry and confused that this girl, no more than 120 pounds was pinning me down. She wore lose cargo pants and high top nikes. She looked very urbanized, never seen her before around the school. "Get off me dammit" I said starting to move again and I heard her hiss and growl slightly, I stopped and stared at her. She looked...predator-like. Like I was a piece of meat. The way she looked at me gave me a chill down my spine. Her grip around my forearm tightened and her nails dug into my skin. She lowered her head and whispered in my ear: "Please stop moving...and getting so aggressively angry. You're making very thirsty and horny..." she said in such a promiscuous and threatening whisper. She licked my ear and "mmm'd" in my ear. I felt a lively jolt go down my stomach and it sparked my dick to wake up. I felt a shiver go down my body. "I really want to bite you right now...you smell so good. But I want to do more...I can smell your scent...I can smell you getting hard..." she said. She moved very slowly from my ear, her lips grazing my skin...moving closer to my neck. She peppered me with soft kisses, her grip on my arms lessening as she got closer to my pulse. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what she is, she hinted at me that she wanted to bite me. Her strength and speed is other worldly...she is a vampyre, I got scared and tensed up, but I didnt dare move. I felt her cold tongue slip from between her lips and started to trail from my jawline down my artery. I could feel my pulse quicken and push against her tongue as it trailed down. She paused...I got nervous, and scared. I didnt know what she would do. Then I felt her wet tongue press down against my neck and her lips immediately followed. She sucked hard on my neck and her hands crept under the sides of my tank top and she dragged her nails across my sides and rested on my waist right on top of my obliques. She didnt bite down, she started sucking like she was giving me a hickey. The sensations I felt were intense. "Ahhhhh, fuck!" I moaned out and she gripped my stomach. I grabbed her by her waist and held her steady. I dont know what came over me, I know what she is, I know what she wants to do, what she is capable of doing. But I cant help but want her, and the feeling she made my body go through were heavenly. -Aelana- His pulse beated between my lips, and the urge to bite down and drain him dry was almost too much to bear. His hard body and abs just made me wetter, and I felt his large member against my pussy through our pants...I really wanted him. I must have him. He will be mine, and mine only. I reluctantly let go of his neck and my mouth which trembled on the want to bite him, but I controlled myself. I only hope the hunger pans would not strike yet...quickly I sat up right, my legs around his waist, his hands on mine. He looked scared, but strong. I looked around, and decided to take him back to a place by a river deep in the woods, where no one would be around. "Come with me" I said, "Please," I grabbed his hand and got up. "Where?" he said, mmm his voice is so sexy. "Just come with me, away from here. I want you, but not here." I looked into his eyes...I had heard legends of people like him. 2 different eye colors, speed and strength to match that of a vampyre, yet human I had only ever had come across one other like him...a girl. She was the reason besides my maker, that I developed a taste for woman, but I was young, and could not stop when I drank her. Now fate hands me a male, a strong one...mmm, this one will be mine. "Are you going to kill me?" he said, he stayed on the ground, he balled his fists, if he was going to die, he was going to die fighting. A true warrior by nature, it turned me on even more. "If I wanted to, I would have done so already, so come with me" I started walking away. I heard him get up, I heard his heart beat increase as he took a step forward. I turned around and in the blink of an eye was right in front of him. "Please, try to calm down...your heart beat is getting faster, and more tempting." I said, I licked my lips and grabbed his hand and guided him towards the woods... -Christian- I was probably walking to my death, but it felt okay. She was beautiful, she must've been 5'8" beautifully shaped body, her ass was so perfectly round. Her hips wide, I was mesmerized by her beauty. She would turn her head and smile at me, an innocent smile, a loving smile...but I knew what she was. Even her scent allured me, she stopped and her hair waved in front of me, and her smell was like freshly cut grass and lavender. Like a beautiful dangerous flower. Her grip around my hand never lessened. We walked deep into the woods, it seemed like we walked for a while, thats when I noticed I left my phone and hoody back at the field. Fuck, if I die, there is no one for me to call for help or anything. "Are you scared?" she asked me...she stopped and turned around. Stared at me. "Yes, I am...only because I dont know what you want from me. Im not dead yet, u didnt bite me...why?" I asked her, desperate for some answers... "I want you alive, there is something about you that I cant let go..." She smiled at me, she walked closer to me and kissed me on my neck. "Come" She said and she continued walking. I followed her for what seemed like a few more minutes and I heard a river, great. She was going to drain me dry and then dump my body in the river I thought. We walked for another minute or so and she stopped. She let go of my hand and walked near a a large rock, sort of flat. She turned around and quickly glided to me and grabbed my hand and took me to the rock, she sat me on it. She leaned into my ear and asked me, "Do you want me?" "I dont even know your name.." I said, "Do you want me?" she said in a more aggressive tone. "Yes, I really do." I said. "It is Aelana, and yours?" "I'm Christian" I said and she started to kiss me. Her lips sucked on my lower lip and then her tongue made way into my mouth. She wrapped her arms around my neck and sat on me, straddled me and lowered me back onto the table rock. I couldn't help but kiss her back passionately. Her tongue started playing with my tongue ring, she seemed very intrigued by it. Her hands grabbed my shirt and ripped it apart like soft paper. She sat up straight and stared at my body, she licked her lips while tracing her finger down my chest, and between my abs...she slid her hand up from my abs to my pulse...she pressed her finger hard against it and she closed her eyes and licked her lips in the most seductive way, she got up with such amazing speed and in less than a second Aelana was in her beautiful black thong. She was on top of me she undid my pants with such amazing speed, and before I knew it, I was just in my gray nautica briefs. She put hand back to my pulse closed her eyes...slowly she traced her finger down my neck, down over my heart, down my abs, past my belly button, to the base of my dick inside my briefs... "Shhh please do not moan, I may lose control...you are so big" she grasped my manhood. She sounded desperate, then she grabbed my right arm and placed it between her legs, her soft wet warm pussy felt so tight... "Are you a virgin?" I asked, "To a male, yes. You're the first male that has ever touched me in this manner" she said... Hmm...so I'm guessing a woman was her first, but I was her first male. I want to be her only male. I rubbed my fingers between her clit and she grabbed my dick tighter. With one quick swipe, she ripped my underwear and let my enlarged cock spring free. "mmmm" she moaned. She was breathing heavier. She reached in closer to me and licked my lips and she threw herself back. She lined My throbbing 11 incher up with her pussy. She moved closer and I felt her pussy quiver around my tip... "fuck, Aelana, stop teasing me" I said, I grabbed her waist and rolled her over, I was on top. "I want to be on top, I want to bury myself deep inside you Aelana," I said to her, I stared at her and then I started to kiss her cheek, and when to suck and nibble on her neck. Biting it softly. She clenched my back and dug her nails into my skin. She started to moan and rub her hands all over my back and shoulders. "Christian, stop teasing me, please. Enter me" she said, it turned me on how a powerful dominant creature could beg me to please her. I supported her with my left arm while supporting myself with my other arm on the rock. I cradled her in my arm, so delicate and beautiful, I would make sure she would enjoy every second of this. I rubbed my large dick head between her pussy lips, only teasing her (and myself) for what was about to come. "Mmm" she said, her moans and whisper cries for me to enter her kept turning me on. She wrapped her left arm around my neck and grabbed me by my hair, and her right arm wrapped around my back, nails digging into the skin. She wrapped her legs around my waist started to kiss me. I couldn't wait, I had to penetrate her, I just had too. I pushed my dick head against her core and felt her tight pussy lips begin to engulf my dick head. Like a tight wet rubberband began to wrap around me. She remained still, and then she let out a cross between a moan and wale that was so sexy, I continued to go in, and found it a bit difficult to get inside her because she was so tight. So I forced it in. Her back arched as I drilled into her, an inch every second.....her pussy was so...it was heaven! "fuuuuuuccckkk" I said, completely out of my breath. I want to fill her with my seed. At that moment, I needed to cum deep inside her, but forced myself not to. I was about half way in, and her nails were causing welts of blood to bleed from my back. I stopped moving to let her adjust to my girth, she gripped my hair very tightly and I started licking where her pulse would be. "CHRIIIIIIIS!!!!!" She screamed out of breath, "Please, more, I want more!!" she said. Her hand traveled to my ass and tried to push me deeper inside. Who was I to deny her? I bit her neck and pushed even deeper inside, I kept stretching her, I looked down and saw that was actually bleeding a bit from the stretching I was doing to her, I may not have been the one to break her hymen, but she lost her true virginity to me regardless. Desired I shoved the last 2 inches inside her with a strong thrust that she threw her head back and cracked the rock we were on, I stayed there motionless, completely lodged inside her. She fit me like a glove, a lock and key. She was perfection. Her pussy contracted around me, it was a unique pain, so tight and strong, I filled every inch of her inside. I looked at her and was a bit shocked at what I saw...2 very long and very deadly fangs, her eyes a bit more reddish. She looked at me and smiled, a sinister and pleased smile... She crept to my ear, "mmm, Chris...fuck me..please" she begged, her voice sounding bit more dark and evil, but still sexy. I positioned my knees to get a better balance and slid my hand down to her lower back to support her better, I felt like the alpha male. She would be cradled and supported while I make her tight body tremble under me. God, I was going to tear her apart. I slowly slid out of her, her body reacting to every movement I made. She kept moaning and moving her hips forward, but she grabbed me by my shoulders when I slid out of her and gave me an evil look, like she didnt want me exit her core. I didnt want want to either but, I would soon fill her up again. With one loud suck, I was completely out of her. She kept moving her hips forward, so wonton of me. I lined up with her core again, slid just my head inside, mmm, she felt so wet and tight. I looked her into the eyes and forced her to watch me as I enter her again. With a strong forceful thrust, I entered her, I didnt stop I was completely inside of her. I looked at her eyes, and she flashed her teeth... -Aelana- Mmm, I thought to myself. So much pleasurable pain. I felt so full, so complete. He thrusted into me and began fucking me, picking up speed with each thrust. The forest was filled sounds of my screams and moans and our his body pounding against mine. His blood smelled so good, his pulse was strong, I couldn't wait. I sucked on his neck while he thrusted in me, his mouth by my ear, breathing and muttering such dirty things. He was enjoying this so much, mmm, now I would take him, make him mine, mark him as mine and mine only. My fangs elongated and I kissed the tender spot on his neck, I opened my mouth and I pierced his strong neck. "FUUCK!" he said in pleasure and sharp pain as I latched onto his jugular vein, his strong heart immediately pumped his sacred essence into my mouth. I drank from him, the hunger pans immediately disappeared and I felt complete. What did surprise me was that he didnt stop nor slow down from pounding my pussy. It made me more aggressive and I drank more and faster. His thrusts continued as I drank from him, getting me wetter and wetter. I neared my orgasm, my pussy convulsed around his manhood, I clamped down on him, making it more difficult for him to thrust into me. My grip on his tightened as everything inside my body concentrated on my pussy spasming around him. I Let go of his neck and threw my head back, I let out a loud piercing scream as I came on him. He continued moving inside of me as I came, making my orgasm more powerful. I never experienced something like this. I wanted more, I looked up at him, he looked a bit tired, he adjusted his position, lifted my left leg over his shoulder. I wrapped my right leg around his waist as he continued to thrust harder, but at a slower pace. I saw blood trickle down his neck onto my breasts, and with a quick move I was latched around his neck again, drinking from him as he thrusted inside of me. I continued to drink, his heart beat slowing, but still pumping strong. Mmm, he was a healthy one, but then his thrusts began to slow. I had drank a lot from him, I'm sure he started to feel a bit weaker, thats when he spoke "Aelana," he said in so out of breath, "If you're going to drain me me dry...*thrusts into me* please allow me to cum inside of you. Please just give me that honor before you kill me" He sounded convinced I was going to kill. That he was going to die here, but I wasn't going to kill him. His want to cum inside me made me hornier, more wonton. I let go of his neck and with the speed and gracefulness only a vampire could muster, I was on top of him, his large dick standing like a tower inside of me. I looked down at the man before me, such a strong person, healthy, sweetest of bloods. His eyes so mesmerizing, his tattoos adorning his strong body. My mark on his bleeding neck. I bent down to lick the blood and whispered to him, "You are mine. No other woman will ever have you this way. As I am yours, and no other will ever have me this way except you." He smiled a bit, his eyes began to get droopy. He was weak, but still remained conscious. I put my hands on his chest and I clamped down on his dick, his eyes opened almost immediately and he grabbed my breasts. I started to ride him and slammed my ass up and down on him. Rolling my hips to show how much I loved him being inside of me, how much I needed him, wanted him. The sound of my moans and his heavy breathing filled the night. Thats when I got a bit worried, his heart beat was becoming irregular. His breathing also slowed, I would not lose him, not now, not ever. I used my nail to slice into my flesh right above my right breast, the blood poured out immediately and I leaned closer to his mouth. "Drink my love, please drink, you'll feel much better" I grabbed his head and pushed it into my breast, I felt his mouth open and his lips latched onto the wound. He started sucking violently, his arms encase me closer to him. He lifted his lower body up and started impaling me while he drank. I started screaming and moaning his name while he fucked me. I came and tried to get him to stop but he wouldn't. "That-s----enough---Chris--...stop" I said in between his thrusts. I grabbed his head and forced him off. My wound healed immediately as did his 2 hole punctures I made on his neck. His eyes intrigued me again, it confused me. His green and blue eyes had a slight ring of red encircling the inner center. My confusion was all he needed, he rolled over and he was on top again. -Christian- I was pumped, I felt like I was on steroids. She looked so good, so pretty under me. The way she said my name, how she said I was hers and she was mine. I grabbed her by the waist and I started fucking her savagely. I was pounding hard and fast, I wouldn't stop until I was all the way inside of her. Hitting all the right spots inside her center. She was moaning and screaming, only making me become more wonton, more aggressive. I needed to fill her with my seed. That would be my mark on her body. I continued fucking her, the gushy sounds her pussy made when I would slide in and out. She nails digging into my back. The way she arched herself, her soft growls and hisses made me want her more. "AHHH, baby, Im close. I want u too look at me when I cum inside you." I said to her, she looked at me her eyes, which had a slight ring of blue in her right eye and a slight ring of green in her left eye. Very subtle, I didnt even know how I was able to see it. My senses felt heightened and she smelled so delicious and intoxicating. I grabbed her body and brought it close to mine. Her nipples and breast pressing against my hard chest. Her legs completely wrapped around me. Her arms around my back. We were one as I neared my climax. "Oh shit, fuck Aelana, fuck fuck fuck, FUUUUUUCK!!!" I moaned as I my body tensed up and I slid into her all the way as I burst load after load of my hot seed inside her walls. I punched the rock under us and I we surprised that my fist went completely through. I didnt feel any pain or anything. But I ignored it as my body was overwashed with intense sensations. Her grip on my back tightened, and she moaned my name so loudly as she felt my essence hit her walls. I overfilled her, she came and convulsed around me again, this time more tightly around me as she spasmed around my engorged cock. I felt her squirt around my manhood. Her cum juices dripped down my balls onto the rock. Then I felt her latch onto my neck and she sunk her fangs deep inside my jugular vein. As she drank I thrusted a few more times, her pussy stroked the rest of my cum out of me. She drained my neck while her pussy drained my cock. It was the most intense feeling ever. I felt her let go of my neck and she pushed me over and sat on top of me. I looked up at a very pleased Aelana. She smiled, my blood trailed down the corner of her mouth, I remained deeply seated inside of her, I didnt want to leave her precious core. I smiled at her and she leaned in and started to kiss me. The taste of sweet metal covered my tongue as hers and mine danced. I sucked on her lips as she rubbed my shoulders. I think I loved her, cus I knew I didnt want her away from me at all. I grabbed her and wrapped her in my strong arms not wanting to let go of the most precious thing that was apart of my life. I'd do anything for her and kill anyone for her. I never thought like this, kill? Yes, I would. Anyone who would dare take that beautiful cute smile from her face would face me. I sat up right and held her close to me, her breasts in my face and hair by my nose. She smelled so intoxicating, I started to kiss her breasts and the rest of her chest. "mmhmm, stop, you're making me wet...well wetter" she said to me with a chuckle. "cant help it, you're beautiful. So beautiful" I said, continuing on kissing her skin. Just indulging in the beauty that was on top of me. Her hands grabbed my hair while I kissed her neck and shoulders. "I love you Christian" she said...I stopped kissing her and I looked at her. "I love you too Aelana" and I smiled at her. I brought her in for a kiss on her lips and she grabbed me in to kiss me passionately. Our tongues intertwined and I couldn't be happier. -Aelana- His smile was enough to make my souless body happy. I felt a little more human. Although I still wanted to know how he overcame my reflex and how he punched through the rock without any broken bones or even ripped skin. He kissed me, grabbed and held me close as if I would leave him. I grabbed him tightly, oh god, how could I leave him. He allured me, my mark on his neck made him mine. I am his. We indulged in just relaxing in silence, the sound of the flowing river and his heartbeat was all I heard. Our bodies close. His hands never stopped rubbing my hips, thats when I looked at the sky and knew it was getting late, the sun would be up soon and she wanted to take him to her manor near there. The sun doesnt affect them, but it does make their eyes hurt if they stay out on a sunny day for too long. I just wanted him to come over, I had plans for him..... Desired Fantasies Chantell was eagerly awaiting the arrival of her friend Jalessa from Michigan. They had been planning this get together for months now. The two of them were going to take a trip to Corpus Christi for the weekend to just kick back and relax. This was going to be a great weekend for both of them. Jalessa and Chantell had been best friends since junior high school, high school and went to the same college too. They were like sisters sharing their lives together along with their life experiences. It was no surprise to Chantell that Jalessa took her coming out as a lesbian well. Chantell never did enjoy the dates she went on with guys much. Secretly, she had these sexual fantasies of being with Jalessa, but never did express them to her. In the back of her mind she always wanted her as a lover as much as her best friend. So, she decided that this would be the best opportunity to let her feelings for Jalessa come out. Finally, she could see the people arriving from the plane and anxiously waited for her best friend to come through the tunnel. At first, she didn't notice Jalessa coming towards her. Then, as she looked closer she made out the face of her friend. Her mouth opened in surprise and when she realized she was staring she quickly closed it. It was a startling surprise; Jalessa was dressed as a stud. This was not possible, she said on the phone that she had something new to show her, but she never would have thought of this. "Jalessa," she called, "it's me, Chantell, over here." The smile that spread across her lips made her so happy, that she ran towards her to give her a hug. They embraced lovingly for a few minutes and then made their way to baggage claim. Chantell couldn't take her eyes off of Jalessa's new change. "So how was our flight?" she asked nervously. "Oh it was cool, but the flight attendants kept calling me sir the whole time," she laughed. "So, what's been going on with you? It sure looks like you've been doing well. The last time we talked you had just gotten out of a bad relationship with Terri right?" "Yeah, it just didn't work out with us. Right now I don't want to talk about that, I'm still not over the hell she put me through" she explained while trying to hide a stray tear. "Good, because I have better and more pleasant things I want us to get into this weekend" and she smiled and took Chantell's hand in hers. Chantell couldn't help but smile at what she thought that implied. It was going to be one interesting weekend indeed. They had found Jalessa's things and headed for the rental car to leave. Chantell found it hard to keep from staring at Jalessa. She really did look amazing dressed as she was. On the drive to the hotel Chantell was nervous about sharing rooms with Jalessa now, she wanted to come out and ask if the new look was permanent. So, she just came out and asked her. "Jalessa why are you dressed like that and the hair, I mean it looks great, but is there something you need to tell me?" she blurted out. "I was wondering when you were going to ask me that question. Yes, Chantell it's permanent. I'm out of the closet. I just didn't feel good trying to hide who I was inside anymore. I always knew that I was into women, but when you told me your secret I felt that I could do the same. So, I wanted to let you know first." Chantell's face lit up and she began blushing. Her heart felt full and she was really overwhelmed by the compliment Jalessa had given her. Finally, they arrived at the hotel and stopped at valet parking in front to allow the bellmen to help them with their bags. Then went in and walked up to the desk and immediately Jalessa took charge. Chantell was stunned into silence. "Hi, do you have a reservation for Chantell Donald and Jalessa Darton?" she asked. "Yes ma'am here you are. That was two suites correct?" he said. "Yes, but we would like to change it to one suite please." she replied. "No problem, that can be arranged ladies." After he changed the reservation, he handed them two keys and sent a bellman to help them to their room. Chantell was nervous in the elevator ride, but Jalessa, noticed her demeanor and took her hand and squeezed it for comfort. She felt heat rising inside her body unexpectedly. "Here you are ladies, the Goddess Suite. If you need anything please don't hesitate to call my name is Jeff, have a pleasant stay with us." He said. Jalessa gave the young bellman a tip and he left with a thank you. Then she turned and said, "Damn girl, you really look good. Come here Chantell." Excitedly she went into the embrace. "I've been thinking about you a lot lately. When you told me about what happened with Terri, I just wanted to rush right to you and take care of you. I never want you to feel that way again. I know it's too soon, but give me some time." Jalessa explained with sincerity. "I've always wanted you Jalessa, but it seemed like we were just suppose to be friends and nothing more. Now you want to be with me and I don't know how to react to that." Chantell replied softly. "Then don't think about it now, just wait until this weekend is over. Here let me show you how much I want to be with you." Jalessa leaned in and began kissing Chantell on the lips. Moving her mouth slowly over her face lovingly, caressing her neck, while holding her firmly in her arms. Chantell's body began melting into Jalessa's, as if she was sinking down into the carpet. Jalessa began walking backwards towards the bedroom, Chantell couldn't believe it. She was nervous, so, she paused before they reached the bed a moment. "Jalessa, is this what you really want?" she said almost on a breathless whisper. "Yea Chantell, I've been wanting you for as long as I've known you." "Ok, then I want it too." Jalessa began sliding off her blouse slowly over her head then bent down to unzip her skirt. Chantell was so nervous, of course they had seen each other without clothes on before, but they were much younger then. This was so completely new to her. Chantell wasn't sure what would happen, she only realized that once they took this step nothing would ever be the same again. "Are you ok Chan?" Jalessa wondered and Chantell nodded yes and smiled in answer to her question. "Lie down and just let me take you to ecstasy baby," and she did just that. Jalessa slowly freed her breasts from the bra and held them in her hands feeling their weight. She brought her mouth down to her right nipple and began sucking. Chantell moaned with pleasure as she did this, it felt like heaven to have her giving such wonderful sensations. While she sucked on one nipple she began rubbing the other nipple between her fingers, Chantell let out another moan. Her moaning was turning Jalessa on in so many ways. Before things got too heavy with passion she stood and began taking off her clothes as well. Her jacket came first, next was her wife-beater, then came her pants but she left on her sports-bra and boxer-briefs. Jalessa took a moment to rummage through her bag for something, moments later she came back with a harness, strap-on dildo and lubrication. Chantell's eyes went wide; she couldn't believe what she was seeing, Jalessa really had changed. She stripped out of the sports-bra and briefs and put on her harness and strap-on and came back onto the bed lying next to Chantell with a big smile. "You ready for me baby? I've been way past waiting for you," she said. "I have to admit I'm a little nervous, but I'm ready for anything with you," Chantell pulled Jalessa's face to her for a long passionate kiss to prove it. Warm hands were all over her body and it was like torture. They were massaging and kneading and everywhere she touched left a hot trail. Jalessa went down her body kissing and licking from her head to her toes. Chantell was in heaven and there was only one way to go, up. So, she just soared with the feelings and the ride. She felt Jalessa nibble and bite on her thighs it was bringing her close to the edge and she wasn't going to be able to take it for much longer. When she felt a finger sliding into her pussy her back arched off the bed instinctively while she let out a gasp. With her eyes closed, her hands grabbing the blanket on the bed she continued to moan in pleasure. Jalessa started sliding her finger inside her with powerful strokes, increasing the tension. Suddenly, the heat felt around Chantell's clitoris made her moan even louder, letting out small cries. Pressure was building up, and she didn't know if she could take it for long. Jalessa obviously knew what she was doing and well if she had to tell the truth. Every minute was longer than the last, beads of sweat formed on her brow as her body writhed, twisted and turned all over the bed. Her tongue was working overtime on Chantell's pussy and clit. The more Jalessa put pressure on her the louder her screams got. "Is that how you like it Chan? Is that how you want it baby? Or do you want me to stop?" she asked while pausing to look at Chantell's body losing control in front of her. Damn, she was beautiful like this, she thought. Jalessa felt her slickness growing between her own thighs and went back to the task at hand. "Oh God, Jalessa, don't stop. Don't stop! I'm cumming!" she screamed. "Hold on baby, not yet. Just hold on," she said while positioning herself above Chantell. Jalessa took the lubricant and rubbed some on the head of the dildo and placed it at Chantell's slick pussy opening. She took a moment to watch her face as she did this. Her eyes said it all, trust, and that's all she needed to proceed. She let it continue on inside of her listening to her intake of breath as each inch went farther and farther into her hole. When she could feel Chantell's shaved pussy up against her own trimmed one she knew that twelve inches was enough. She became rough and pushed back her legs spread eagle against the bed wanting to go deeper. Chantell's body was becoming one with the bed, with each thrust Jalessa made. She was pumping harder and faster inside of her pussy like it would run away. Jalessa began talking to her softly. "I'm not hurting you, am I baby?" "No," she managed to get out. "Good, I want you to lie flat on your stomach for me," she said. "Ok Jalessa," she said between breaths. Chantell turned over and laid flat down on the bed for her she knew that this was going to make her sore in the morning. She didn't care, she loved Jalessa so much. "Now, arch your ass in the air for me baby?" she instructed. Chantell could only nod while bracing herself for the pleasure. Jalessa pushed the dildo into her pussy doggy-style. A scream tore from her mouth and she knew she'd be cumming again. Jalessa continued to make love to Chantell on into the night until they both fell asleep in each others arms. In the morning, when Chantell awoke, Jalessa wasn't in the bed, she got worried. She wondered where she had gone, feeling the soreness in between her thighs she decided not to move too soon, and just lay back down. "Good morning baby, did you sleep well? I know I did," she heard from the door. "Yes, I did Jalessa," she answered back, "but I am a little sore." "Sorry about that baby, I guess I got a little carried away with you. Can you blame me? I've been holding that in for a long time. Now that I've got you, I won't be letting you go so we have some things to talk about, don't we?" she stated calmly. "Yea, I guess we do baby," she smiled as a blush came across her entire body. "First, I want to see what you taste like in the morning," she laughed. After their morning romp they talked and decided that Chantell would move to Michigan with Jalessa and together they would start a new life full of desired fantasies that included both of them. The rest of the weekend went by smoothly and they had thoroughly enjoyed each other like never before... Desired Outcome Copyright © 2011, Surt, ALL Rights Reserved. Everyone involved in this story is over the age of 18. Feedback is always appreciated and replied to. Thanks for reading and enjoy! *** Ch.01: Everyone In America Does It Yumi Shibata was a professional martial artist who'd retired after giving birth to her son, Akira. She had no contact with the boy's father – himself a champion fighter – choosing to raise him on her own. When her son came of age, she trained him to fulfil his potential in her self-styled Shibata karate. Her and her son lived in the countryside, in a little stone-cottage house on Yakushima Island, just the two of them. Normal as this all may seem, there is a little supernatural side note to consider: since birth, Akira has had a powerful demon slumbering inside him. Akira is not aware of this demon, though his mother is... To make some extra money, martial arts expert Yumi agreed to teach the son of a local U.S diplomat. His name was Mike. Mike joined Akira in his lessons, which Mike enjoyed greatly. The secrets of Shibata-style karate did interest him – but not as much as Yumi Shibata did. An alien kind of beauty, the first hot Asian woman he'd ever seen, Yumi's toned, gorgeous figure, unique oriental look, and of course, her large breasts had him coming back for more and more, despite all the punishment he took sparing with demon child Akira. Though a fierce fighter, Akira was, for the most part, subdued, innocent and quite naïve, having never ventured out of his tiny village. Training took place outside Yumi's house, in her garden, in front of her two students. Yumi's combat attire did much for Mike; all she wore was a white headband, a matching white sports bra with white shorts. During a training session, while Yumi demonstrated her windmill kick on a dummy, Mike noticed that Akira too didn't have all his focus on the fighting demonstration. Yumi got the dummy on the ground, wiped the sweat of her brow and said: "Ok boys; watch what I do with his arm. Yumi's heaving breasts had drawn Akira's attention. If his demon-trigger worked, he would've had those tatas toasted. "Akira, your face is so red, are you ok?" she asked. "I'm ok, I'm ok." Though they spoke in Japanese, Mike had picked-up on Akira's behaviour. Every now and then, Mike would spot Akira's gaze shifting towards his mother's T&A, he knew for certain that Akira was checking out his very own hot mother. "Okay, that enough for today," said Yumi, "Well done, both of you." Mike bowed. "Thank you, Miss Shibata." She nodded and went back inside her house. Once she was gone, Mike dashed towards Akira. "Hey, your mom is pretty cool." "Ah, umm, yes," replied Akira with his rudimentary usage of the English language. He grabbed his broom and swept the garden. "Hey, how old is she?" "Ah, umm, thirty, thirties, I think." "Oh, ok...she's in, you know, pretty good shape." Akira nodded. "Yes, she, umm," he raised his arms up-and-down, "she exercise a lot. Yes." "Very, very good shape...yeah." Akira smiled and nodded. "What kind of clothes does she wear when she exercises?" Akira scratched his head. "Umm, clothes like that." "Wow, and do you join her?" "Hmm, yes, yes, sometimes." "Wow...man, you're so lucky." "Lucky?" "Yeah, dude, your mom is hot!" Akira laughed. "Hahaha, sorry, sorry, my English not great. Hot like...weather?" "No, no, hot like in, you know, sexy, good-looking." More nervous laughter from Akira. "Ok, ok, hahaha, no talk like that about my mother, ok? Or we may, you know," he shrugged, "have to fight." Mike backed away, waving his arms. "No, no, no! No fight! No fight, I don't want to fight, we're friends, we're just talking like friends. It's ok for friends to talk like this." "Ok, ok, but please, don't say, umm, not nice things about my mother." "Oh of course, of course, and I'm not saying dirty things about her, oh no, I think she's great, she's awesome, I just...admire her, you know?" "I think so, yes I think I understand." Mike stepped forward, looked around and lowered his voice: "Hey, just between us two, just between friends, be honest with me: Do you admire her, too?" "Oh, me? No, no, so wrong, no, no." "Come on, I saw you checking her out, come on, be honest." Akira's cheeks turned bright red. "No, no I don't." he looked down at the ground. Mike put his hand on his friend's shoulder. "Come on, it's ok to admit it. Where I come from, all the guys openly talk about their good looking mothers'" "Really?" "Yeah, all the time, all the time, they have like meetings, clubs and everything, so come on, it's cool to admit it if you think she's hot." He pondered while looking at the ground, formulating his response. "Umm...i-i-i...admire her like you do, yes, yes." Mike was a little stunned; he didn't think Akira would actually admit it: "Cool, yeah cool...So, come on, you gotta tell me how she looks naked!" Akira shot him a look which got Mike's very soul to shiver. "Or m-m-maybe not." "I, umm, not see her naked, but she should be in shower now." "Oh! Ever peeked?" "No, I thought about it...but no, too shame, too shame to peek." "Right...So what'd you mean when you 'thought about it?'" "There no lock, easy to get in." "Really? God damn, let's do it now! Come on, let's do it!" "No, no, no." Mike was holding Akira's arm and trying to drag him inside the house. Despite being older and taller, Mike couldn't get Akira to budge. "Come on! She's naked! I wanna see! I wanna see!" Akira finally relented. "...Ok we look. But if we get caught: you get blame." *** The boys' tip-toed back in the house, making sure to take their shoes off. Once inside, the teens got more fired up, the hissing of the shower hinting at the wonders inside that bathroom. Akira grabbed the boiling hot knob, turned it and opened the door as quietly as he could. The shower sounds got louder when they crawled inside. Akira led Mike behind a nearby cabinet, still neither teen lifting their head to take a look. "What now?" asked Mike. "I, umm..." "You don't know? Come on! How do we get a look?" "Umm, raise head very, very slowly." "Ok." Both guys got on their knees and lifted their heads to take a look. They gasped, as what they saw drove their young minds mad with lust. Her round breasts, wet nipples, soap running down her gorgeous milky skin, it was all so much to take in – especially for Akira. When she grabbed her razor, getting it wet for some vaginal grooming, right then she felt it: her son's aura. She turned her head, gasped, held her tits and said, "Son! What are you doing!?" Akira stood still, panicking, everything happening so fast: Admitting his mother was hot, seeing her naked, her catching him. Like a windmill kick, he looked for the nearest target. He pointed at Mike. "Him! He forced me to!" *** Ch.02: Never Have Ice Cream Before Dinner Yumi covered her breasts with her right arm and put her left hand over her bushy vagina. "Boys! Explain yourselves!" "He made me do it, Mother," replied Akira. "He made me!" Now when your son has the power of a demon inside him, it's pretty unlikely that a spindly little human boy can convince him to do anything he doesn't want to do. "Akira, I know you're lying! You should be so ashamed of yourself, I'm your mother!" Akira bowed his head. "Sorry Mother, sorry." "Both of you, out, now!" Akira ran out of the room while Mike took his time admiring Yumi's impeccable, gorgeous wet body. "Now!" she said to the perverted American preteen. Mike rushed out and shut the door behind him. Akira, still despondent, sulked in the corner. "Hey, come on man," Mike patted his pal on the back, "She'll understand that you were just curious, that you've never seen a naked woman before. Hell, you can't help it that your mom has the best body in this whole damn forest! There you go, that's your excuse, be cool, she won't mind when you explain, everything's going to be fine! Come on, relax, ha-ha." Young Akira remained gloomy. "But she so mad...Mike, I not happy with you." Mike – quaking in his boots at the prospect of facing a lightning uppercut – tried further to pacify the situation. "Hey, come on! This is what guys our age do, everyone in America does this." "Really?" "Yeah, sure, all the time, guys peek at their moms, like, everyday, you know, it's like a tradition. I did it all the time, my friends peeked at my mom, I peeked at their moms, it's normal teen behaviour! Akira, come on, a mom like her? Pssh! How can she not expect you to be peeking at your age? You gotta stand up for yourself, you should, yeah. I say this as your friend, you'll be fine, come on, relax." "Relax, yes, thank you." The teens stood quietly while waiting for Yumi to come out of the shower. Whilst she got dressed, Mike asked Akira his own burning question. "Akira, hey, as friends, you can tell me this and it will be just between us: What'd you think of your mom's naked body?" Akira smiled sheepishly. "Umm, ahh, very good, very good." "Aren't her tits just the greatest?" Akira's English was rusty; he didn't exactly get what 'tits' meant, so he just nodded. Finally, Yumi emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her dripping wet body. "Do you want to try explaining yourself?" she said to Akira. Akira replied confidently: "Mother, I was just doing what all the guys in America do. I wanted to see how a woman's body is and I did. You look nice, I liked what I saw, your body is nice, very nice!" he grinned, pleased with his response. He looked to his friend and then looked at his mother. "Ok, Mothe –" With a mighty whack of lighting, Yumi slapped her disobedient son across the room. Mike fell on his ass when he felt her powerful fighting aura released, the air around her crackling, sparks flying through the air. "Akira: that is nonsense!" Yumi stood steaming for a little while, then took a deep breath, held her towel and went to her son. She kneeled down and caressed his cheek, her heavenly powers healing him in an instant. "It's very rude to spy on naked women, very rude!" Akira nodded. "Yes, Mother." Yumi stood up and walked over to Mike. "I'm so, so sorry Miss Shibata! "Stand up!" "Yes Ma'am." Mike got to his feet. "Akira, come here, now." Akira stood across from Mike, Yumi between the two teens. She adjusted her towel and spoke: "Now, you know what you did was very, very wrong, yes?" "Yes," they said in unison. "Good, you should know it very bad to peek at women, very bad, rude, disgusting and dirty." "Yes." "But...because of this I have learned something new about the two of you." Both teens were confused by that statement. "Akira, you got really aroused when you saw my body; your power was so immense when I felt you looking at me...be honest, tell me how you felt when you saw my naked body?" "Umm...excited, happy, tingly." "Yes...so, to feel like that again, you want that?" "Yes, Mother." "Hmm," Yumi pondered for a moment, "How about, perhaps, if you knew you'd feel like that after you a won a fight, do you think that would make you a better fighter?" Akira nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes, I know it would." Mike – who had no clue what Akira and Yumi were talking about as he didn't understand Japanese – cut into their conversation and asked, "Umm, Miss Shibata, will I be punished? Please don't tell my dad!" Yumi shook her head. "Don't worry Mike, I won't tell your father. Consider what you saw as training, ok?" "Ok, yeah! Cool!" Yumi addressed both teens: "Ok, you two go outside and have a training battle." Mike didn't like the sound of that. "Oh, Ma'am, I don't think I could fight, I'm sore and tired –" "The winner gets to suck on one of my tits." Suddenly, a surge of courage entered Mike's body, his chest so tight that he could barely breathe. He wiped the sweat of his brow, said, "Yes! Yes!" and rushed outside. Akira, not knowing what exactly 'sucking' and 'tit' meant, looked dumbfounded. Yumi got her fingers under her left breast and gave it a little jiggle. "Akira, if you beat Mike, you get to suck on my breast." "Really Mother? Wow! I'll try my best!" "Now don't go easy on Mike, he may not look that strong but he's taller, older and must've been in many real fights while in America. Give it your all, Son." Akira took his shirt off. "Osu!" He then rushed outside for battle. Outside in the breezy light wind, with the summer sun sweltering under them, the teens got ready for the fight for the teat! Mike knew he was outmatched, but to him the promise of ripe Japanese melon sizzling in his mouth was a massive motivator. Akira was, of course, also eager to win. Yumi acted as the official. "Ready? Fight!" Akira crouched down, dashed and hit Mike with a bone-crunching fist to the stomach. Mike felt it before he saw it, his innards blasted, everything going bright, then dark, so dark. He fell down on the ground, knocked unconscious. 'K.O!' This wasn't going to Round Two. Akira looked down at his fallen friend. "Oh he's ok, he's ok. Akira, you want your reward now?" Yumi peeled down her towel to reveal her glistening breast. Round, bouncy and creamy-coated, with the prime piece in the middle: an erect pink nipple. Akira stood eye-level with his prize. "Go on, hold it." He got steady his small, clammy hand, slowly arched his hand forward, a jolt ringing through his body when his tips got to the soft cushiony surface. "Go on Son, all the way." He clamped the tit with his whole hand, digging his fingers into the supple core, the feel of it setting off his trigger. A bright purple aura hovered around him, a finite amount, yet still quiet potent. Yumi put her free hand on her son's cheek and soothed his raging demon, the aura evaporating. "Put your mouth around it, go on." Yumi led her son's face towards herself, pushing him closer, closer, his hot breath getting warmer, warmer, till she felt his lips suckling. "Hmmm!" Yumi arched her head back in pleasure. "Akira, Akira, lick it like an ice cream cone." On went his tongue, licking the nipple of his mother with thunderous power behind each up-down-movement. Yumi felt a strong degree of ecstasy, her legs struggling to stay balanced, while for Akira it was a sensation so alien yet wonderfully desirable. Though as much pleasure as she knew was being given and received, Yumi knew she had a job to do. She stepped back and released her soaked breast from her son's waggling mouth. "That will be all." "Aw, can I have some more, please, Mother?" "You will earn more of that!" Akira nodded with a fierce look of determination in his eyes. "Yes!" Yumi Shibata had found a great way to motivate her champion son – and she was going to use her newfound motivation technique to lead her son all the way to the top. *** Ch.03: Bubbles The next day, afternoon, another sunny day in Yakushima... Yumi, wearing a bra-less white tank top and white combat slacks with her trademark white headband, was walking around her house as normal, as if nothing had happened. Akira sat on the floor and watched. "Mother?" "Yes?" "Can I suck your breast again?" "No," she said while she continued to sweep the floor, "You know you're not to speak of that unless I say so, also you're not to tell anyone about our little arrangement – not a soul." "Yes, Mother." Just then, a huge thud could be heard from the door. Akira peeked out the window and saw a suit-clad, dark haired, tall, middle-aged white man repeatedly slamming his fist onto the door. "Come on out now dammit!" he hit the wood with fiery rage. "Open this door, now! Your son broke my son's sternum!" Yumi calmly removed her pants, placed them on the couch, then rubbed the inner parts of her legs, giving her thighs a sweaty warm glow. "What're you doing, Mother?" "Just you watch, Son." Yumi opened the door. Right then, in a flash, the rage flowing from this man was evaporated as he gazed upon this gorgeous angelic Japanese beauty. "Is something...wrong?" she asked while tactfully tugging on her tank top, her glistening breasts shinning under the red-hot sun. "Ahh! Yes, yeah, yes Miss Shoebata" "What matter, Sir?" As she spoke she had placed her left hand by her thigh, breezing her fingers past her scarcely visible camel-toe, tapping, grazing, taking the wheel and driving his imagination to a cherry blossom filled with vestiges of delight. "Well, Ma'am, your son and my son had a little fight and your son went a little too far and hurt my kid." She let out a light giggle. "Sorry, English not great. Fight like?" she started showing off her jab, letting her breasts jiggle with each motion. "That fight?" Yumi was deliberately concealing her true grasp of the English language, thinking – and rightfully so – that playing the cute, endearing engrish speaking Asian woman would appeal to his western sensibilities. He nodded while rubbing his handkerchief over his forehead. "Yes, just like that, just like that." "Oh I so sorry, so sorry. Akira, come here." Akira rushed to the doorway. "Akira, say you sorry." He looked the man right in the eyes. "Sorry," he said with a straight face. "That's fine, yeah, it's ok, nothing to fret over, guys will be guys, haha, you know." She nodded. "Thank you, Sir." "No, please, call me David." "Thank you, Day-vid," she giggled, "Sorry, I say name right?" "Perfect, perfect. Hey, let me pay you for that last session you had with my son." "Oh no, no! Your son hurt, no it ok, you no pay." "Please, please, let me," he dug into his expensive trouser pockets, produced a large roll of cash notes and flicked through it, literally flashing the cash. "Let me see, hmm, ok this covers the session and a little extra for any trouble I may have caused. I'm so sorry if I caused you any distress." Yumi took the money and gave him a big smile. "Thank you very much." "It's not a problem, not at all," while putting the cash back in his pocket, his business card slipped; caught by the wind, it landed on Yumi's foot. She picked it up and gasped. "Oh my! Vice-President of Rochefort Enterprises, really?" David Rochefort stood up straight, living up to his title. "Yes, yes I am. I've come to Yakushima to examine some possible oil fields." She grabbed his hand. "Please, please David, come in." Eager David kicked off his shoes and came right inside their quaint little house. Once inside, Yumi bent down and gave the money to Akira; a totally transparent way to let David get a look at her round succulent behind. David stepped back, feeling a sharp, rising pain in his pelvis region. While David admired, Yumi plotted. She whispered into her son's ear: "Akira, take this money, go into town, buy some sweets, toys, have fun and don't come back till dinner time." Akira, confused but obedient, nodded and agreed, "Ok, Mother." He headed for the door. The last thing he saw before departing was his mother slipping of David's jacket. *** It was early-evening; Akira was sitting on a grassy field, thinking about his mom. She'd never allowed him to go into town on his own, let alone letting him spend an exorbitant amount of time by himself. He couldn't think of any reasons why she'd send him away, though he did picture his mother in her tank top and panties, her bare legs, sexy large breasts and dig-your-face-in ass, all stuck in his memory. The thoughts got him so wound up that he had to have a long 'relieving' session in the woods. Eventually, having run out of things to do (like most demonically-possessed teenagers, Akira didn't care much for sweets and toys) he took his pocketful of money and made the journey home. It was earlier than his mother had told him to come, but he didn't think she'd mind. Desired Outcome Pt. 02 Copyright © 2011, Surt, ALL Rights Reserved. Knowledge of the prior Desired Outcome chapter is not essential for this chapter, but it is recommended. Everyone in this story is at least eighteen-years-old. Feedback is always very much appreciated and replied to. Thanks for reading and enjoy. :) *** Ch.01: The New Bouncy Regime It had been one month since Akira's triumphant victory at the Monaco Fight GP – and exactly one month to the day that his gorgeous mother, Yumi, gave him the best reward he'd ever had: a soothing, pleasurable naked rub-and-tug– his first and only sexual experience. Not the most typical way a mother would reward her son, but the issue of the sleeping demon inside Akira's body did make this an extraordinary situation. Yes, Akira had a real life demon soul resting inside him, something he'd inherited from his father. Now, two things appeased this demon: fighting and sex. Regular, disciplined training helped Akira control the demon, while positive sexual energy, via Yumi, could overpower it. The fighting tournament and subsequent soapy reward was successful in weakening the aforementioned demon, but, for Akira, there were other more pressing changes to adjust to. Yumi's boyfriend, David, was so enamoured with his Japanese girlfriend that he insisted she – and her son – live with him. Seeing the very obvious benefits to having a multi-millionaire boyfriend, Yumi agreed. So, Yumi and Akira never went back to their rural Japanese home, instead the two moved up – way up, all the way to a super-rich gated community in Los Angeles, USA. This family also included David's son Mike, who was more than pleased to have a hot Asian woman take the mother role in his life. All was well on the surface for this family, no problems at all. That was because the big issues – the demon and the taboo mom-son bath – were kept secret. Akira followed his mother's orders and did not mention the salacious bath to anyone, not even her. Though they never spoke of it, every night Akira, he, he remembered it. He remembered the feel of his mother's delicate fingers wrapped around his member, her soft breasts against his back, and her warm lips pressed against his skin. He used those vivid memories to sooth his deadly desires, able to keep them at bay...for a while. Now, we join this family at their LA home, on a hot summer's day. For Akira's martial arts training, a skilled fighter was to move in with them and stay for the reminder of the summer. The boys were hanging around in Mike's room, awaiting the imminent arrival of this special guest. * "'My mom is hot and Asian,'" said Mike. "Uhh, my mom is... hot and...Asia," repeated Akira. In their spacious home, Mike was teaching Akira some English sayings that he felt were essential for his new brother to know. "Bro, come on: 'Asian', not 'Asia'. Trust me: If you tell this new guy that you got a hot Asian mom, he'll think you're the coolest guy ever! Guys here love Asian girls and hot moms, and our mom is both, so that new guy will think you're extra awesome!" Akira gave a stony-faced stare to Mike. "'Our' mom?" "Yeah, I mean, come on, she's both our mom now, right? My dad ain't ever letting go of your mom! She has him, has him good, the way he talks about her, looks at her, come on, he loves her! And in the bedroom! –" Mike stopped himself before he got another rib-cracking injury from the demon-bound fighter. "...I see." Just then, the aforementioned hot Asian mom walked up the stairs, turned a corner, and leaned against the doorway. The comfortable, bare-footed Yumi Shibata was clad in a sporty tank top and tight sweatpants. "Hello, boys." "Hi, hi!" replied an excited Mike. Akira nodded to his mother, his cheeks glowing red from the gorgeous sight in front of him. Yumi's body had changed during the month, going from a toned martial artist's frame, to a rounder, fuller, womanly figure. This change brought only good things: bigger breasts, wider hips, and a new, juicer ass. Yumi spoke to her son in Japanese: "Akira, we got that new boy moving in with us today, he's here to help you train, get stronger. I think one of his parents is also coming with him. He's got a real bushido spirit, Son: He asked to train with you, personally." "Yes, thank you, Mother," he replied solemnly, his eyes trailed directly on her face, using his discipline to look away from her bouncy boobs. Yumi addressed both boys: "And I...think you two go outside and do training?" Mike waved his arms. "No, no Ma'am, please, come on, I don't want to fight with Akira again!" "No?" she smiled. "You no fight, you help Akira with weights. Okay Mikey?" Yumi's angelic smile was having devilish repercussions for Mike's crotch. He folded his legs and said, "Ahh umm, yeah, sure, no problem, yeah, yeah." "Okay, see you later boys," she went back down the stairs. Mike sighed. "Wow, our mom is so pretty." Akira nodded. "I...agree: My mom is a hot Asian woo-man." "Yeah! Just like that! Come on, you go hit some punching bags while I teach you some more English!" Akira agreed. "Hai." The two boys went down the stairs, outside to the several-yards-long field, As happy as Akira was, with no worries or complaints at all, on that day, seeing his mother look so beautiful and gorgeous, trigged awake more deep memories from that faithful night in the 5-star hotel bathroom: He recalled her floral fragrance, her silkily soft skin, and the feel of each individual areola. With these thoughts in his mind, Akira felt a purple-coated sense of anxiousness seeping out from within him as he worked out his body...and his feelings. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, watching on, was Yumi, seeing an added vigour in her son's moves, a clear sign of an unanswered need. Yumi knew what her son's problem was: it had been a whole month since Akira fought in active competition, she could see that her son was hungry for more fights – and for another well-earned reward. As she watched on, Yumi thought back to that night, wondering if she made the right choice. Yumi didn't offer her son her body as a way of erotic satisfaction; she knew the demonic side in her son was pacified most by her pure bliss, which at its most powerful crushes any soul-eating darkness. Yet, a part of her regretted that she showed her sexual side to Akira, crossing that mom-son boundary, though she ultimately knew it was her duty and could not be avoided: she had to do it, only she could've provided that kind of pleasure to her son. There was also another moral dilemma to consider as Yumi couldn't wholeheartedly give her son another dose of sexual satisfaction, seeing as she'd just become a confirmed woman... "Honey, I'm home." Yumi turned and smiled at her man. "Hello, Day-vid" The suit-clad, brown-haired, 6'3 American business man leaned down and kissed his woman's tasty lips. "Hmm, how was your day, dear?" "Good, yours?" "Great! The company is doing better than ever; I'm due for a good, meaty raise." "I glad...but," she said with a sad sigh, "Akira... I see he need more fights, he need better competition." "Well, that's why we brought in that kid," he said as he cracked open a bottle of water, "Has he arrived yet?" "Soon. It just, it just...a little worrying." "Aw don't worry about that," he put his arms around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder. "I'm here, he's got his new brother to look out for him, everything will be fine, I promise." "Thank you," she said gratefully as she rubbed her cheek on his. This aspect of Yumi's life was a surprise to her as this relationship was, initially, a relationship of convenience, but, during the interim time period, it had morphed into something genuine and ...affectionate. Yumi not only found herself connected emotionally to David, but also physically. Yes, facially, David looked like an average forty-something Caucasian man, but beneath the suit, he hid something big, hard and constant. Yumi felt that instrument rub against her back, her cheeks glowing red as it dug in. He kissed her rosy cheek. "Yumi, you think we got time for...you know." "Hmmm, but the boys, they –" "Don't worry; our house is so big that they'll never know. We'll finish by the time they're done." The old, disciplined Yumi could hold back any urge, but the new, domesticated Yumi? She couldn't resist. It was clear that the dynamics between the two had shifted: Yumi used to be the one that led Richard to the bedroom, the American millionaire seduced by the eastern woman's exotic delights. But now, after getting to know each other to the fullest extent, Richard had became the man who took Yumi to his bedroom, he dictating, when, where, how...and she liked, no, she loved it. "Okay, let's do it," she said while biting her lower lip. "Yes! That's my girl!" David slapped his girlfriend's butt, grabbed her hand and went up the three flights of stairs, all the way to the bedroom. Minutes later, they were warming their bodies together, locked in a naked embrace. * Akira, while in the middle of an uppercut, suddenly paused: he felt a deep, dark shiver. "You all right, bro?" asked Mike. "I'm...fine." Then, seconds later, Akira felt an otherworldly force shift his attention from the punching bag to the third floor middle window: his mom and David's bedroom. "Yo, Akira?" "Umm, sorry," he said while trying to shake off the feelings – but already deep under their spell. "I...I, I go...inside, to... bathroom." "Oh, okay." Akira turned and walked briskly into the house. He couldn't explain his motives or his actions, just a sudden, loud urge to go upstairs, all the way to his parents' room. He dashed up the stairs, his body under the half-control of something he couldn't explain, but something that was undoubtedly on Akira's side – his horny teenage side, that is. When Akira got to the top, he heard a series of unfamiliar sounds: shuffling, squeaking and muffled yelps. Heavily intrigued, Akira found the amazing truth when he got closer to the door. "Ohhhhh!" Yumi groaned in a tone her son had never heard before: pleading, moaning. "Ohhhhhh, so good, so good, yes! Ohhhh!" Akira parted open the door, and saw a wonderful, beautiful sight: his naked mother on top, her jet-black hair flowing, head arched back, a look of serene pleasure on her pretty face as she gently and elegantly swivelled her hips. A pretty vista indeed, but better was to come: Akira pushed his head forward and got himself a good, hard look at his mother's breasts and butt, bouncing in perfect motion to the tide. As Akira gazed inside this bright, glowing room, he saw the recipient of this angelic love, David, lying flat on his back, naked, legs out stretched, his hands clasped around Yumi's hips. Akira, of course, knew that his mother and surrogate father had sexual intercourse, and he knew it was a daily occurrence, but seeing it with his own eyes, seeing his Japanese mother's naked body on top of her white American lover's tall, imposing frame, having visual evidence of the interracial joys they experienced, actually watching them go at it, was a whole new emotional sensation for this teen. Akira crotched down and watched as they carried on with their lovemaking. "Hmmm, oh baby," said David as he took a big feel of Yumi's juicy butt cheeks, groping and slapping them gently. Yumi hummed in pleasure as this man took control of her body. Seeing her positive response to his efforts, he decided to up the tempo: David pulled down his tasty Japanese lover, grabbed both her ass cheeks, and placed his lips over hers. "Ah, yes, yes!" she said as she kissed him, Yumi immensely turned on by the domination her man was showcasing. "Hmm, oh baby, yes!" David exchanged loving kisses with Yumi, while also keeping a strong, firm grip on her butt cheeks. Both loving and strong, David was displaying all the attributes that made him become the man Yumi wanted. "Yes, baby! Yes! Yes!" he said as he drilled his cock inside her, moving his large frame with natural masculine finesse. Since being with Yumi, David had added muscle to his body and cardio to his workout, his committed relationship with this gorgeous Asian woman having made his daily gym visits a much-worthy investment of his time. As evidenced by his performance in the bedroom, David was successful in transforming himself into a man who didn't just bring home the bacon – he also brought home the beef. And it showed too. "Ohh! Ahh, so hard, ohh so hard, ah, ah!" Yumi groaned in response, fully embracing the role of the submissive damsel, her strong knight having his way with her. As the happy couple kept at it, Akira watched while pleasuring himself, an action both out of habit and from choice. The usually selfless, level-headed son was getting perhaps a little envious of the man that was performing passionate sexual acts to his cherished mother. Akira felt more tinges of envy when he saw exactly what David was sticking inside his mother: his large bare cock. David then turned to his side, letting Akira get a good look at his mother's whole backside as David slammed his large tree trunk past her dark bushy wilderness area. "Ohhhh," she moaned into his shoulder. "Ohhh, ohhhh, Day-vid, Day-vid, ohhhhh, oh, ohhhhh!" David was going hard, Yumi surrendering, allowing her man to do as he will, allowing him to use her as his primal release vassal. Akira was seeing a whole new side to his mother, she no longer the strong, confident woman that Akira knew, she having turned into something different, something unfamiliar to the boy that had known her for her whole life: Akira saw his mother as a kept woman. The dynamics were as clear as day: David was in complete control, his hands and stance dictating where his woman went. Akira was in awe as he watched David slam his cock in and out, smacking it in with no attempts at giving pleasure, just receiving. Akira had thought David was a totally passive man, but David proved he wasn't, because what Akira saw was a man that was embracing his masculinity to the fullest. David was a nice guy, oh for sure, a great man, a good person, but, also, an alpha male that loved sex his way, in 100% complete control. And Yumi? She loved being that kind of woman, loved being his woman, the woman who, in no better terms, went into that bedroom, stripped naked, got on her back, opened her legs, and proudly became his undeniable bitch. That, the deeper context of what Akira was seeing, his mother and father-figure in this most primal act, was much more taboo than the actual sexual acts. It was something no son should ever watch, something Akira should not have been watching...but he carried on regardless. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" David grunted loudly, proudly, letting his manliness come through. "Oh yeah baby, yeah, hmmm, come on baby, oh yeah! Yes, yes, yes! Yes!" David held Yumi's leg while slamming deeper, faster. At that angle, Akira could see the penetration, the long instrument violating his mother's most sacred area. Akira focused harder, harder than ever, and with his strong resolve, a new power was awoken: To Akira's amazement, he was able to enhance his vision to inhuman levels. This was a gift from the one that rested inside him, giving Akira the ability to see the action in crystal-clear clarity. This HD-zoom set Akira well over the edge of erotic sanity; pants off, his hand around Little Aki, he watched with focused intent as the juices flew out of his mother's vagina, the liquids roaring out with each hard thrust of David's iron rod. "Ohhh yeah, yes, yes, yes!" he said loudly, his victorious cries echoing around the room, and into the halls. "Yes, yes, ohhhh baby!" Despite their lovemaking having gone past thirty heavy-packed minutes, David still had much left in his tank: he turned around, got on his back, and got Yumi on top, riding him, but with no elegant grace this time around, just a sweaty cum-stained bitch jumping up-and-down her man's big cock. "Ohhh! Day-vid, Day-vid!" she squealed. "Let me, let me, please..." Yumi put her hands on David's chest and got ready to show him her newest sexual technique: with his cock still inserted inside her, she spun her body around, and in a flash, had transitioned into reverse cowgirl position. "Ohhhhh I love you so much," he said outloud, so moved by his Japanese lover's sexual prowess. With her back to him, she grinded harder, deeper, shaking her sexy butt, her body quivering from all the titanic pleasure. "Oh Day-vid! Ahhh! Ahhhh!" she shouted in a totally pleading, submissive tone, the message coming in loud and clear: I'm yours, take me. "Oh, yes, yes, yes!" said David as Yumi shook the bed with her hard rhythmic grinding Akira was a sweaty wreck as this all went on, he stunned beyond belief that this naked, groaning, cock-loving woman that he saw in front of him was his very own mother. For his finish, Akira set his zoom to max, and saw a perversely beautiful set of images: His mother's dark black vaginal hair sweeping against the breeze, the individual beads of sweat rolling down her milky skin, and her soft, mouth-watering, cotton candy-like nipples, all topped off by the most powerful image of them all: his mother's nude body trembling in anticipation for her finale, her crescendo, her orgasm. "Hurr! Hurr!" David said outloud as he slapped Yumi on the tush. Now, David's rocket was at full, the big one ready to fire with a scorching, inferno-like blast off. Yumi was groaning loudly, her mouth wide open as she felt it all rising up inside: "Ah! Ah! Ah! Day-vid! Ah, ah, ah!!!" David also felt it, felt it all roaring inside him. "Ohhhh Yumi, Yumi, I'm –" Dingdong! Everyone stopped their sexual activities. David sighed. "Oh...God damn it, I'll go open it." Seeing David come for the door, Akira pulled his pants up, ran for the ledge, leapt, and jumped down to the stairs, leaping from one set to the other with the greatest of demonic ease. Reaching the door before David even opened his, sweaty Akira ripped it open, his jaw hitting the floor when he saw who'd come over... "Hey, we meet again JayKay.... So, this is what you look like without your mask." On Akira's front porch was the teen he beat to win the Monaco Junior Fight Grand Prix: American Champion Robert Richards. That was not all. A familiar woman stood behind him. "Lookie here, this a real fancy looking place! I can see myself staying here." Along with Robert was his mother, a woman who also 'motivated' her son with exotic methods. She had long legs, shoulder-length blonde hair, and large, bountiful breasts. She was Helena Roberts. "Well look at you, all sweat and muscles," she said with a grin. "You know, without that stupid mask, you're actually quite cute." *** Ch.02: Piehole Goodness A day later... It was the afternoon, the Richards having settled into their new digs. With the boys out to play and train, and Yumi's boyfriend David at work, the house was left to the mothers. They were relaxing at the poolside area, Yumi and her female house guest settling into their lounge chairs. "Ahhh!" Helena stretched herself out, she wearing a black micro-bikini, the small edges just about covering her most private regions, each swivel movement of her body a mere glimpse away from revealing her erect nipples. The leggy blonde then grabbed her latest bottle of suntan cream. "May I?" said Yumi, her wonders concealed by a bright purple bikini-top and a hi-riding thong that accentuated her peachy delights. "Please," replied Helena as she turned around, her back and buttocks beneath the roaring sun. Yumi lathered her soft hands and rubbed ever-so-softly over Helena's body, using her martial artist's precision to spread the cream evenly over the woman's back. Desired Outcome Pt. 02 "Good?" asked Yumi. "Oh great, baby, great. Umm, you mind gettin' a little on my butt, too?" Yumi saw the power-play being manoeuvred by this wily American woman: a seemingly innocent gesture was, in fact, a request of humble servitude. To refuse would be rude, but to accept would be defeat. Not to be underestimated, quick-witted Yumi had an answer. "Ah, okay," she put her hands on Helena's derrière and rubbed the cream over her toned butt, digging in deep, applying enough pressure to get Helena's pussy lips rubbing against her cloth thong. After Yumi finished showcasing her power, she gave Helena a friendly pat on the butt, one that seemed innocent, but a tap that sent shockwaves through Helena's back and leg muscles. Message sent: Yumi was not to be messed with. "Hmm, thanks babe." Helena's respect level for the mother of her son's rival went up, well up. Helena now knew that Yumi was not just any woman: she was a smart one. Helena also knew that she and Yumi, despite their divergent backgrounds, were remarkably similar. "So the boy's father not around?" asked Helena. Yumi shook her head. "No, he in Japan. How about you?" "Him? I kicked that ol' no-good sumbitch's ass to the curb years back. Yeah, it's just me and my boy, always has been. My main focus is to get him to the top of the fighting world, ya know what I mean?" Helena reached for her wineglass. "Hey! Here's to us independent moms from both ends of this ol' world." Yumi smiled, and grabbed her juice. "Cheers," she said as they clinked glasses. Helena chugged down her wine. "Umm, honey, let me tell you, I ain't seen an Asian woman built like you before, trust me, you so, umm, what does Cindy call it? Uhh, oh yeah: bootylicious." "Boo-tee-licious?" "Oh hell yeah! Honey: the butt, the boobs, let me tell you, you meet some of my brothers, cousin brothers, uncles, oh Jesus, they'd love you. Girlfriend you a man-magnet, I swear." Yumi giggled. "No, thank you. I like my man." Helena slapped her forehead before reaching for another refill. "Well, duh? How silly of me. I keep forgetting you got the goldmine right here! Girl, you come to America and you get yourself a millionaire before even getting a green card. You're something special," she took another sip of her wine before saying, "Have you given him your ass?" Yumi blushed. "Umm, I, I...that personal, no?" "Pfft? Not for me! Honey, you don't need to tell me anything about yourself – but let me tell you about my last boyfriend: The QB for my son's high school, a meaty six-five black stallion, ummmmmmm," Helena tactfully rubbed her fingers over her clit as memories of Marcus Driver came flashing back to her. "Girl, let me tell you all the ways we did it – and how." Yumi grinned, nodded and said, "Go on..." The mothers chatted about sex positions, car sex, and just why it's always best to never meet the mother of your teen boyfriend. Halfway into Helena's confessional, the women were interrupted when they heard a high-pitched yelp coming from the gates. "Eee! My GOD! Come on!" shouted Mike, "Both, both, both –" "Hey!" shouted Helena, "Quit your perving you weird little kid!" Yumi tapped Helena's arm. "Hella-nah, Hella-nah, that Day-vid's boy." "Oh is he? Oh that's right, he is, isn't he? I thought he was a housekeeper's kid or somethin'." Robert and Akira walked behind Mike, and when those sons saw their bikini-clad mothers, their mouths hung wide open. "Mom!" shouted Robert, "You look HOT! – " "Shut yo piehole mister!" interrupted his mother, "You ain't seeing any of this goodness up close, you hear? You're still being punished for that runner-up finish. Now get, get!" Robert sighed, "Okay, Mom." He tapped fists with Mike and Akira, "We work on that eight-direction run later?" Akira nodded. "Yes, sure." "Cool, cool." Robert went back into the house. Yumi whispered over to Helena. "Your son like seeing you like... this?" Helena was wide-eyed and stunned: she thought Yumi wouldn't be able to fully understand her fast-talking southern dialect and sayings. "What? No, no, it's, it's what boys do, I mean, I was talking about you really, haha, yeah, he loves Asians, all his girlfriends are Asian girls, yeah." Yumi gave a nod. "Right." She'd just gained vital info and was making sure not to forget it – but Helena had a killer counter attack. "Hey boys!" she shouted at Mike and Akira, "You sweaty little things need to cool down, you're both so dirty. Go on, cool down in this water here – oh, and do it 'country style', let's get you boys naked!" Under Mike-logic, if a hot woman asks you to get naked, you do it, whatever the situation. He started ripping his clothes off within seconds Akira looked perplexed as he saw his friend strip naked for seemingly no reason. "What you doing?" Akira asked. "Come on! She said she wants us in the pool, naked! Naked! No clothes." "Ah, I see," Akira began disrobing. Fearing her son's other raging purple demon was about to be exposed, Yumi shouted at her son in their native language: "Son, don't get naked, just go in your underwear." He looked at his sparkling mother and nodded. "Hai." Average-bodied Mike jumped in first. "Woo!" he made a big splash when he entered. Akira took the more sensible tact by walking down the pool stairs. Helena licked her lips when she got a good look at the bronzed, lean, muscular Akira. "Hmm, you have a beautiful boy, Yumi." This comment sent a cold shiver down the infallible Yumi's body: Helena showing interest in her son was something much unexpected. Helena carried on: "Woo! Would you look at those muscles? Hot! Does he work out? You must tell me his diet, I want my boy having six-pack abs like that, and with strong, thick legs like your son's! Woo!." Yumi was a second away from bitch-slapping the jailbait out off Helena. Even the intent was a dangerous deed: Helena was walking poison for Akira. A sexual meeting between the venomous energy of Helena and the sleeping demon inside Akira would trigger a huge wave of vile, dark, repressed emotion out of the teen boy. The only woman who could give Akira sexual satisfaction was his mother – and that was not out of jealousy or desire on Yumi's part, it was just the facts, as her heavenly grace was the only proper satisfaction for him. Knowing they'd stepped onto very dangerous territory, Yumi played coy. "Yes, my son work very, very hard in gym, but technique most important, yes, proper technique." Helena agreed. "Yeah, yeah, steel sharpens steel is what my daddy used to say. I think it fits them boys and their training too. They're only gonna get stronger if they work together, right?" "Yes, good for both." "Oh yes, and I'm making sure my boy gets the most out of this experience, gonna beef him up, get him up a weight-class, get his speed and power up, no one will touch him– no one! And we'll be at the tippity-top again!" Meanwhile, in the pool, the nude Mike was talking in hushed whispers to Akira. "Come on, wow, look at our mom! And look at Rob's mom! The boobs on that woman! Wow! Her son said she was hot! Wow! Think him and his mom do things!? Wow, hold on; look at the butt on our mom! Wow! Did I mention how glad I am I met you guys?" Akira nodded while keeping a safe distance away from Mike. "Yes, I'm very happy here." Akira's words were true, he was happy, and more joyful when he gazed upon the two gorgeous beauties in front of him. He looked at the experienced delights of his mother, smiling happily at him, a warm, white, heavenly glow exuding out from her– but, to the right, releasing a inciting valentine red aura, giving Akira an alluring look, was Helena Roberts, her tongue going slowly around her lips, her large breasts heaving. Helena had succeeded with her seduction methods, having got Akira stiff as a boulder underneath that hot, hot water. *** Ch.03: Red Letter Day Evening time and David comes home to see his son naked and floating in the pool. David shook his head. "Can you even try explaining yourself, Mike?" Mike looked over at his Dad. "Umm, ahh..." "Where are the others?" "They're inside." "Okay...put some damn pants on, you'll catch a cold." "Yes, Dad..." Inside the house, Yumi wore a small white t-shirt and tiny black shorts over her bikini-top and thong, while Helena had a tight dress covering her micro-bikini-clad body. The two women were in the kitchen, Yumi doing the cooking while Helena watched in gawped amazement. "Tell me again why you're cooking?" asked the bemused never-cooking Helena as she held an apple. "I, ah, I want to know what my son eats, I responsible for his diet." "Oh that? Pfft! I let someone else take care of all that for my kid...you're feeding him the same stuff, right? Yumi nodded while she stirred the pot. "Yes, he our guest." "Right, right, well I guess it's okay since your son beat my son and all, you must be doing somethin' right," replied Helena while chomping on the apple. At this time, Akira sneaked down to the kitchen area, pausing when he saw the swaying behinds of Helena and his mother. He watched them both, admiring in equal parts the firm tightness of Helena's behind, and the beauty and grace of his mother's juicy butt. Then, Helena left, leaving Akira to gaze exclusively at his mother. The perverted son was longing and lusting, locked on his mother's amazingly curvaceous behind, the ultra-tight, super-tiny black shorts making his mother's derrière just pop. Then, David came in, entering from the backdoor. He paused when he saw Akira, standing by a shelf, watching from afar. From closer analysis, David could clearly see that Akira was checking out his mother's ass. This David was disturbed by: seeing his girlfriend's son just stuck, looking, not moving, his hands rubbing against his pants as he watched his very own mother in such a dirty, dirty way. David had to step in. "Ahem, hey Son," David said quietly, patting his entranced surrogate son on the shoulder. "Oh!" Akira leapt, shaken by the intrusion. "Ah, umm, hello." Akira turned and briskly walked up the stairs. David knew what that body language, surprise, shock, and look all meant: Akira had been caught doing something dirty. Having countless similar experiences with Mike, David was confident in his assertion: Akira was perving on his mother. Setting the experience aside for the moment, David approached his woman. "Hello, Yumi," he got behind her, kissed her cheek and patted her bum. "Hello," she said with a warm smile. "Umm, everything been okay?" "Fine." "How about the new arrivals?" Yumi put her spatula near her lips while thinking, "Umm, Rob, he good boy, he nice, but his mother..." she looked to the side before saying, "She bad, bad woman." "Hmm, well, she does seem a little...Don't worry, we'll sort out any problems –" David paused when he remembered a problem he'd just discovered: Yumi's son having the hots for his own mother. "Hmm? Anything I need to know?" she asked. Seeing that she was already burdened with Helena-related problems, David decided to keep this issue to himself. "Nothing, nothing to worry about." "Okay. We talk when dinner done, okay?" "Yes dear," David bent down, kissed Yumi's cream-coated lips, and then exited the kitchen, determined to deal with this issue personally. David went up the stairs, onward to Akira's room for a much needed talk. * Knock, knock. Akira jolted awake from his mid-evening slumber. "Ahem, come, come." "It's me," David creaked open the door, "Can we talk?" "Oh yes, yes." Akira sat on his bed. "Good, yeah," David sat next to him. "Now, we've not talked much, have we? Like, not really talk?" Akira nodded. "Yes." "Yes, yeah, see, well, there's some...things I think need explaining, things about me and your mother." "...Yes." "We're together, like, really together," David rubbed his hands together to illustrate his vague point. "We're a couple, yes, understand that?" "Yes, I, ah, do." "Meaning we...do things together, romantic things...sexual things." That set a spark off in Akira's gut. "Yes, I understand." "Good, because, well, I'm just going to say it...I saw you." Akira gave David a blank look. He scratched his index finger on his cheek and replied, "Saw...me? I not understand." "I saw you...in the kitchen...looking at your mother...in a bad way, a wrong way." Akira felt a tinge of pain in his chest: he'd been caught, his sacred secret semi-exposed. He didn't have a response, so he just stared at the ground. "And, Son, it's....well it's not okay, but you're not in trouble. Maybe things were different back in Japan, I don't know, maybe you thought it was fine to look at her body in that way, but now, Son, it's not, because she's my woman and she's your mother. Those lines are clear, you understand?" Akira understood, and he understood the position David was in. Yet, inside him, little fireflies of jealousy flickered around, leaving behind sinister thoughts: "You're being told what to do by this man, this man that's not even your father? This man that has openly defiled your mother? You saw what we did to her in the bedroom! Why are you taking crap from him, why him? Why!"– Akira shut the voices out within seconds. He overpowered his emotions, and came to a tactile decision. "I sorry," he said with his eyes locked on David, "I...sorry and not do it again." "Good, good," he gingerly patted young Akira on the back, "Don't worry, I'll keep it to myself, once is okay, because, I mean, Jesus, if I had a mother who looked like that! I'm sure I'd check out her butt, too!" Akira didn't fully comprehend the joke, but he understood the context: "Yes, funny. But I sorry, really, I not do again, thank you Sir for...thank you," he said with a half-smile. David stood up, "Glad we got that all dealt with. So... see ya at dinner." "Yes, sorry, again." David smiled before closing the door. "Forget about it, it's all fine." Door shut, Akira laid on his bed, thinking one thing, one conclusion: he needed to be more careful when checking out his mom. * It was dinner time for the Rochefort-Shibata clan and their guests the Roberts. David sat at the head of the table, to his left Yumi and to his right Akira. Seated next to Akira was Robert, next to Yumi was Helena, Mike was at the far end. Whilst eating, Robert talked fighting techniques with Akira. "So when you go for the takedown, you should really put your shoulders into it," advised Robert. "Tackle, then go for the legs." Akira nodded intently. "Yes, ah yes, okay, okay." Yumi was happy to see her son making friends, but was also wary of Helena, the blonde bombshell gazing with menacing lusting eyes at the two teen boys. "Ah, Helena," said Yumi, trying to draw Helena's attention away from the boys. "Yes, sweetie?" "Umm, please, tell us about you and your son." This question stumped Helena. "Hmm, well, you know about my son over there, he's a prodigy, you know that? Haha, his talent is something else, he's so going to rebound from this loss, isn't that right, Son?" Robert stuck his thumb out and winked. "Yeah!" "Well, anyway, you asked about me? Well, I'm from North Carolina, you know where that is Yumi?" "Yes." "Yeah, we're from a small town, but we're working our way up thanks to my boy's talent, uh-huh, our way into the good life is all on him. And you asked me what my ideal man is, right, Yumi?" "Umm." "Well, I'd say, hmm, gots to be young, oh I like 'em young. Sorry, Son, but I wanna keep dating boys around your age." Robert looked at his plate and said quietly, "I know Mom, I know." "That's right, umm, oh yeah, they gots to be toned, a toned body is a must, oh, and dark hair, love the dark hair – oh, oh and tanned! I like my men to be bronzed," as she listed these attributes, Helena stretched her leg forward and wiggled her toes around Akira's shin. Not aware of the signals she was sending, Akira thought Helena had mistakenly lodged her foot on his leg. Though he felt it was innocent, his member didn't: it went from semi to full. "And," Helena quickly pulled her foot back before getting caught, "He has to be a sweetheart." "Wow," said Mike. "If you don't mind me saying, I think you're gorgeous Miss Richards, inside and out." "Hey!" said Robert, "That's my mom you're talking to." "It's fine," Helena said with a big smile, "He's just giving a compliment. Thank you so much, little boy. I'm sure your parents are very proud of you." "Uhh," Yumi tapped Helena on the shoulder and pointed out David. "Oh shoot," giggled Helena. "I keep forgetting who he is." "I don't think he minds," said David. "Yeah, it's okay," replied Mike, "I don't mind when pretty women forget who I am." Everyone smiled and laughed. Surprisingly, the dinner was full of much joy and warmth, everyone having a good time. As the dinner went on, Yumi became less and less focused on Helena, and more on her boyfriend and her family, seeing them happy, the easy life glowing in front of her. In fact, Yumi was starting to warm to Helena, as shown by this exchange: While David was talking to the boys, Helena leaned over to Yumi and whispered in her ear. "Hey, just curious here," Helena pointed to two table knifes: a butter knife and a longer meat cutting one, "Out of the two....which is closer to your man's pecker?" Yumi blushed and giggled like a schoolgirl. "Oh, oh, easy, easy," she pointed to the long knife, her finger tapping it with rapid strikes. "This, this, this." They both burst into laughter, both women giggling together. After everyone had finished eating, they all went to their respective bedrooms. Inside the master bedroom, Yumi expressed her surprise. "Day-vid, Helena, she okay, yes? When she said Akira a handsome boy, she was just being polite, yes? That what women in America do...right?" "Oh I'm sure that's it," he said from the adjunct bathroom. "Hmm...still, Day-vid, I worry about Helena, I don't know, her looks to Akira, that, hmm...I don't know." "Her looks to Akira?" David was bemused by that comment. "Yumi, you think she has her sights on Akira? I mean, sure, he's a good-looking boy, I can see girls taking in an interest in him, but not a full-grown woman like Helena." "Hmm, I don't know, Day-vid...maybe...I think you're right, yes, I just being silly." David opened the bathroom door and came striding out. His built body was gleaming wet, his white boxers showing a clear python-like outline. Yumi blushed, and felt her panties get immediately damp. David strode over to his woman and held her in his strong arms. "Yumi, there's nothing to worry about, there's no way Helena would want your son in that way, no, not even possible, so please, don't worry. And, Yumi, if you're still worried, I can make her leave, just say the word and she'll be gone in the morning." Yumi considered that for a second, but shook her head. "No, no, Akira have friend, Akira need friend...I just being silly, I think too much, I just worry about nothing." He kissed her cheek. "Everything will be fine, promise." "Thank you," Yumi was fully reassured by her man's words. So, after her motherly fears and concerns were washed away, Yumi felt herself slipping into her primal womanly state, ready for duty. "Now," he grabbed her shorts, peeled them down, and took a good, hard feel of her juicy butt, "Let's have some fun." Yumi felt a strong surge of warmth quell up inside her as David groped her backside. "Yes, please," she said with a wet smile and happy nod. So while Yumi and David engaged in their heated attempts to improve race-relations, in the bathroom, Akira, in his shorts, was finishing brushing his teeth. He was on his way to his bed, when, suddenly, the door opened, and, stood in front of him was a tall, leggy woman. His mouth hit the floor when he saw her step out of the shadows and into the bathroom. Desired Outcome Pt. 02 "Whoops? You ain't done yet, sweetie?" Helena asked innocently, her tone not at all matching her attire: she was clad in nothing but her bright lingerie: a stripped pink bra and matching frilly thong. Her dynamite body had lit up the dimly-lit room, her skin radiating, exuding sensual confidence, all the while acting like she'd done nothing wrong, looking like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. Akira took a big gulp. "I, I, I –" "Aw how cute, you look so embarrassed," she bent down, her breasts right in Akira's eyeline, her pretty blue eyes looking right into his soul. "Don't be, it's normal to get..." she looked down at his erect member, then, said with extra added spice: "Excited." Having her nearly-nude body so close to his drew a huge response from this excited demonic teen: Akira felt his body bubbling with hot emotion, it growing larger and larger with each passing second, his chest getting tighter, profuse amounts of sweat running down his face. "I, umm, I," words failed him; he was too lost in his emotions, unable to string a sentence together. "Aw...cute." Helena didn't move, she just continued to look right into his eyes, smiling, transferring her wicked intentions – and he felt them, felt those thoughts hit his soul with an iron fist of sexual delight. As she carried on gazing at him, his breathing got heavier, suddenly, everything got slower, his mind getting sluggish. Then, a surge of new energy drifted in, taking over, leading his actions. Akira felt his hands twitch, moving finger by finger, his shoulders bucking, a set of unknown inputs downloaded, ready to be executed – but, before he could, she stood up and ended their eye contact. "You're a cute little thang" she said casually, "Gettin' all worked up," she scuffled his hair, then, kneeled down and kissed his forehead. The moment her lips touched his skin, the tight feelings all over his body went upward and submerged to that spot, resting and festering. Helena turned and walked back through the shadows, Akira's eyes locked on her thong-adored toned behind. "Hey, if it eva' gets too cold 'round here," she said in a hushed tone, "You can always snuggle up with me... I'll keep you warm, honey." she smiled with a devilish red glimmer in her eyes. She then walked away silently, through the darkness. Akira tried to compose himself, but couldn't stop shaking. Then, he touched his forehead, where Helena had kissed him, felt around the area, then, looked at his fingers. He saw red. Thinking it was lipstick, he tried rubbing it off, but instead... it dripped off. It was blood: bright red blood. *** Ch.04: Burst Limit This bright sunny day started like any other for the domesticated Yumi Shibata: naked, on top, riding her white American lover David. "Hmmm, keep going, that's it," he said as he kept his eyes firmly locked on his beautiful partner, her angelic face looking down at him with a sweat-stained glee, her breasts bouncing as his quick release got closer. "Har-der?" she asked. "Please," he put his hands on her enviable butt, and held on tightly as he felt a huge rush coming from his member, his sex-powered Asian dynamo having rode him to completion. "Ohhh, I love it, love..." he pulled her down and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. "Ohhhh I love it!" "Me...too," she gave him a warm, gentle smile, and then dismounted. David watched Yumi walk naked around the bedroom, wiping down her milky-soft round sexy body with those satin bed sheets. This got David's member more than semi-attentive: he felt another go-around was in the books – but then remembered he had to go to work. Business-minded David got out of his bed, put his robe on, and went onward to the shower, making sure he not look at his woman, as just one glance at her sweaty nude bouncy frame would have him and her back in that bed. Outside, in the garden, Akira and Robert were training, working on their jabs. As they did some gentle sparing, Akira thought about the two women in his life: his mother Yumi and his friend's mother Helena. Akira had blonde bombshell Helena foremost in his thoughts, remembering the events from that past night. As a teen that didn't have much experience with the ladies, Akira summarised that Helena was not showing sexual affection, but instead was being polite, nice to him, showing him kindness, and nothing else...though he wasn't fully convinced with that theory. Having questions, Akira thought the best person to ask would be the person in front of him – Helena's son Robert. "Ahh, Robert," he stopped fighting and stood still, "Umm, your mother, is she, ahh, umm, friendly to...boy?" "Huh? Sorry dude, didn't get that." "Umm, ahh, your mother is friendly woman to other boy? She...like boy?" "Come on, dude," Robert said with a snarl, "I don't want to talk about my mom like that, okay? It's not cool, I don't like it when people at school do it, and I don't like it when you do it, too. Seriously, if you weren't my friend, I'd have punched you in the face already, so, please, don't mention her." "I, ahh," Akira was taken aback by the hostile reaction. "I, sorry, not happen again." "Thanks dude, now let's try that up-kick." "Yes." Back inside the house, in the spacious bathroom, inside the shower, David was scrubbing down, almost finished when Yumi walked in, holding her clothes and clad only in a robe. "Yumi? That you?" he said from behind the curtain. "Yes." In that nanosecond, a naughty idea came into his head, one he couldn't deny himself. David tore open the curtain, revealing his naked wet self. "Yumi, I think I can use your help with something," he said with a grin while holding his fully erect cock. In that quick flash, Yumi's womanly desires had taken over: her son's pancakes could wait; first she needed to put her hands on her man's thick member. Yumi tore her robe off and strode over to David. "I think I help," she said with a girly giggle. Yumi got behind David, placed her cheek on his broad rippling back, put one hand on his leg, and the other around his boa, tugging the wet, soapy instrument with her soft delicate hand. "Ohhhh that's it," said David, "That's the way." In the garden, Akira felt that familiar feeling from before, the same one he'd felt yesterday, the power that let him know that his parents were up to some torrid business. With that knowledge in mind, he threw a hard jab at Robert, who ducked and saw Akira's fist land onto the grassy floor with a powerful boom. "Oh damn, that was a heavy punch!" remarked Robert. Akira picked himself back up, and saw that his glove was tattered into mangled pieces. "Wow, how'd you do that?" asked Robert. "I, I do not know," Akira replied honestly. "...I, umm, get new glove from storage room, yes?" "Yeah, sure." Akira nodded, and went back into the house. As he trawled up the staircase, his feelings were proven true, as he heard the running shower, followed by the sounds of giggles, both male and female, his mother and David. Akira got to the 3rd floor, right next to the bathroom, and heard the vivid sounds of two bodies rubbing against one another, then, much to his surprise, he heard something he had first hand remembrance of: his mother's hand on his member, tugging and releasing. Akira was quickly able to summarise what his mother's dirty deed was. Was Akira angry? No, not really. But was he jealous? Even he'd admit, yes, a little. But was he turned on by the fact that his hot Japanese mother was jerking off her white American lover in the shower? Oh hell yes. After a minute of listening in, Akira remembered what he came for – and also suddenly comprehended the risk of getting caught, so he reluctantly walked past the bathroom and went onward to the end of the hallway, to the storage closet. Akira kept his steps short, letting his ears absorb the symphony of rub-and-tug. As Akira listened to the biracial sex acts, his member grew more erect, his body glowing bright red. Then, as he was walking, something caught his attention, a glimpse that he saw from the corner of his eye. Akira stopped, paused, and looked to his right. His parents had left their bedroom door wide open, and inside that room, dangling around the bedpost, was a piece of fabric flowing gently beneath the wind: his mother's white frilly thong. Akira tightened his body instantly when he saw it; his hands into fists, his toed curled, his mouth losing all its moisture, his eyes glued to the exotic taboo fabric. He admired the fine, delicate details: the strings, the bows, the satin, in addition to the knowledge that his mother wore this tantalising piece of clothing on her person, it tucked neatly into her most private region. The seconds ticked away as Akira remained frozen, inside him a raging storm emerging, filling up, up, till he felt the dormant powers awaken, they reaching him and bestowing him with his demonic ability of enhanced high-vision. Akira zoomed in and was able to see the greater details, and as the image got brighter and bolder, so did the revelations: He was able to see the small beads of vaginal sweat collected on the thong, stepping forward a little closer to see that this sweat was mixed in with his mother's juices. Also, along the edge was one long dangling strand of jet-black hair, glued inside as a sordid reminder of his mother's feminine instincts. Akira had his hands to his sides as he watched this majestic vision, yet already he could feel his member reach boiling point. Then, Akira decided that looking was not enough, oh no: he had to do something which went against his morals, which showed disrespect towards his sacred mother: he had to expand his senses, go forward, and take a good long feel of the mouth-watering majesty. Akira looked to the bathroom and heard the shower still running: he had time to do this. A massive inner turmoil went on inside him, with the darker forces persistent, so much so that they quickly turned his mind toward one conclusion: he had to get nearer. So Akira took small steps forward into the bedroom, tiptoeing, getting closer, closer, able to see the pure visceral energy springing out from his mother's undergarment. Akira then got closer, closer, till he was at touching distance. "Go on," said that deep inner voice, making itself vocal inside Akira's confused and conflicted head. "Touch, touch, hold, touch, hold, touch, hold." Akira tried lifting his arms so he could hold the holy cloth in his hands, but, much to his shock, his arms wouldn't move. Not an even inch, they just would not budge; it was as if two heavy weights had been attached to each side. The champion fighter tried lifting his arms again, yet nothing, still too heavy. The demonic voice was fading: something had silenced it; Akira was back to lucid thought. Realising his predicament, and not wishing to be stuck in this compromising position, Akira thought it would be best to retreat from this battle. He turned his feet, ready to walk away, walk away from the warm heavenly bliss in front of him, deciding that this perverted detour was over...but, as he was already there, one quick inhale seemed like a good enough consolation. That wasn't his demonic side talking, just his horny teen urges. So, Akira got himself steady, pushed his head forward, opened his nostrils, and with his airways wide open, he inhaled. "Hmmm," in that brief split-second, he was not in the Rochefort home, nor America, nor anywhere in that world: he was transported to a garden of roses, the aroma a combined mixture of his mother's scent, the sweetest roses, and the freshest of airs, his body regenerated, a bright light filling him with a soothing warmth ...but then, he came back, his eyes open, looking at his mother's thong. Then, in slow-motion, Akira saw a circle develop around the thong, this circle pulsating with a hum, growing larger, larger. Before Akira could figure out what was going on, the shockwave of energy burst and sent him flying to the floor. "What?" he asked himself as he lay on his back, he seemingly having been thrown to the floor by the scent of his mother's thong. Akira jumped up and walked backwards, still bemused. Then, while in this trance, he bumped into something, something long, hard, and fleshy. "Well, ain't you just a naughty little oriental boy?" Akira turned around and saw Helena Roberts, a towel around her body, her hands behind her back, giving him a devilish, knowing grin. Akira rushed out of the room and tried covering himself up. "No, I, I, umm, I not do bad, I not do bad." "Oh hush honey-monster," she replied. "You ain't done nuthin' wrong, you were just being a boy is all." Helena looked inside the bedroom. "Is that the kinda underwear she wearing? Huh? Pretty run-of-the-mill if you ask me." Helena put her hands to her front, showing that she was holding her clothes. She then looked through them, picked one piece out, and what she held in her fingers made Akira burst in an instant. No pre-cum, just the real deal flowing down his legs in a sign of youthful exuberance. "I see Mr. Happy just let himself out!" she giggled while holding, in her fingers, her Victoria's Secret, crimson red, all-over lace thong. "You need to work on that whole premature releasin' thang, it's somethin' us ladies ain't impressed by...but you doing it, I find it kinda cute." Akira held his pants and tightened his legs, overcome by the lust in front of him, behind him, and to the side. He had to retreat, so he dashed into the storage room and shut it tight. Inside that room, his mind was shut, not thinking, just listening. He first heard Helena giggle, then, his parents coming out of the shower. "Had fun?" asked Helena. "Ahh, umm," Yumi, wearing her robe, had her hair soaked and her cheeks a bright shade of red. "You can use now..." "Is it clean? I know a couple like you in love an' all is gonna be releasin' lots of love' cream." "It's, it's clean," replied a quite embarrassed robe-clad David. He grabbed Yumi's shoulders and sped the two of them down the stairs. "Aw don't be all embarrassed now!" said Helena, "You only doing what comes natural...what 'comes' natural, haha, I'm funny," Helena went inside and slammed the bathroom door shut. But, seconds later, it opened, and Helena's bare feet could be heard approaching Akira's little hole. She opened the closet door, finding him in a crotched position. "Here," she threw a roll of tissues at him, "I think you'll need them." *** Ch.05: J.H.C After finishing up in the closet, Akira rushed back to the field. Robert wasn't happy with this late arrival: "Dude!? You've been gone for twenty minutes!" "Sorry, replied Akira, "Your mother –" Robert raised his voice, "My mom!? What!? What she do!?" "...She and I talk." "For that long? You can barely speak English! Fuck! Something weird is going on, I'm going to speak to her." Robert threw his gloves down and stormed into the house. Akira felt bad about making his friend angry, so he followed him into the house to apologise, but stopped when he heard Helena shouting at her boy. "You want WHAT!?" "Just, just a little to tide me over," said Robert, "Please, just a feel, or a touch, just one handjob, and I'll be good." "Was I born yesterday? You ain't getting' nothin' boy, how clear did I make that? No kisses, no handjobs, blowjobs, rimjobs, none of it till you go and win a God damn belt! You know what you get if you do that? Me, naked in your race car bed, chips, coke, lotion, oils, we'll do it all night! But you ain't gettin' it now." Robert rubbed himself. "Hmmm, that sounds soooo~ good. Please, the next tournament is not for months, I can't wait that long, please give me something before that." "Hmm," Helena rubbed her chin, "How about puttin' a whooping on that kid?" Thankfully, Akira didn't understand what Helena had said as he could only hear raised, mumbled voices. "Mom~," replied Robert, "He's my friend, I don't want to fight him at his house." "Your friend? He ended your undefeated record! He's your enemy, no friends in fighting! Look, if you ever want this," Helena turned around and shook her butt, "Yeah? This rump in your face, you beat him – and beat him good." Robert sighed. "Fine...I'll challenge him to a fight, but what do I get if I win?" "Strip club special: You get a lapdance, you can cop a feel within reachin' distance, no pussy though. Pay me a hundred for a blowjob." "Deal!" Before Robert could reach for the door, Akira leapt away to a safe distance. Back on the field, Robert came rushing over to Akira with added vigour in his step. "Akira! Me! You! I want my rematch! Here, nine, let's do it!" Akira didn't understand perfect English – but he was fluent in fighting talk. "Yes!" The two teens shook on it and went their separate ways to train. As Akira walked down the field, the patio door opened. It was Helena, clad in a pink robe. "Psst, Aki-ara, Aki-ara." Despite her mispronunciation, Akira went over to her. "Hey, listen, if you go ahead and win, you know his deal? You get it." "...I not understand." "You get what he gets for winning! Me! You get me!" "I get...you? For?" Helena threw her hands up in the air. "Jesus-H-Christ," she put her hands on his cheeks, leaned down and spoke very slowly: "If. You. Win. Your. Fight. You and me. We will have sex, okay? We will have sex, me and you, together." The light finally shone. "Oh...oh! Really!?" "Yes, really, and remember this when you train," Helena looked around, then put her hands down low, brushed aside her robe, pulled her thong down, and revealed a new wonder in Little Aki's universe. "Look 'er boy: this ain't no fluffy fur show like your mama got going on: This full, bare, naked, good-ol'-girl pussy." As he gazed upon this new discovery of tasty bare flesh, marvelling at the quivering lips and salivating at the yummy-looking pink meat, Akira felt his energy meter go all the way to purple. He couldn't waste time just looking: he had to fight for the right to lick it! "Osu!" he turned and ran. Helena chuckled. "Heh, boys...They'd kill for a slice of pussy, hee-hee." *** Final Chapter: I'll Be Ready Back in Japan, Yumi Shibata was a world champion-calibre martial artist. In her prime, her body was sculpted from years of hard, diligent training. Even as a mother, she found time to do her daily chores, an hour of tantric crowd-pleasing yoga, and working out with weights, all with the aim of keeping herself in tip-top fit fighting shape. But, after moving away from her homeland, things had changed... Yumi in America had her days mapped out like this: after she'd given her boyfriend morning sex and/or a handjob in the shower, she served her son and Mike their breakfast. Later that morning she spent around thirty-minutes doing some yoga positions – and only those positions that kept her flexible in the bedroom. After that was done, she went back to her comfy bed, falling blissfully asleep, planning to wake whenever the warm breeze brushed against her face. On this day, after having given her man his morning release, laid out her son's breakfast, and finished her relaxing yoga session, she was off to bed to sleep the morning away. Little she knew that her laissez-faire way of mothering was coming back to bite her on her round juicy butt... * Back on the field, Akira was training like he'd never had before, his speed, power, at new, higher levels, pushing himself to the limits for this contest. Mike, holding pancakes, was the first to notice the spilt in the camps. Able to see the two of them on far ends of the field, he quickly made his choice and went over to his pseudo step-brother. "Hey, Akira, you missed breakfast, I got you some. Hey, what's up with you and Robert training alone?" Desired Outcome Upon returning home via the mountain path, Akira noticed a moderate amount of steam coming from behind his home. Intrigued, he decided to take a look. Akira got close to the house and sneak-walked his way towards the steam. "What could make that kind of mist?" he asked himself. "Hmm..." as he got closer to the source, he figured out the solution: "Oh: the bathtub!" He took a look at his backyard and saw the rarely-used traditional Japanese bathtub – with David sitting inside it. "Why is David having a bath at my house?" he thought. He didn't have too much time to think as what he saw next got his knees trembling. Akira's mouth dropped when he saw her: his stark-naked mother walking to the tub. Her full breasts, prickly shaved vagina, all making their debuts into Akira's teenage life. Yumi was holding two cups of sake, handing one to David and drinking one for herself. She then circled around the wooden square box tub, stood on the step and entered inside. Then, Akira saw something he'd never seen before: a lip-to-lip kiss. Yumi kissed her American lover with her wet puckered lips, the sounds reverberating deep into Akira's soul. "No, no, like this," David caressed his hand on her cheek and gave Yumi an American-style open mouth kiss. A scandalous display of mutually beneficial enjoyment, David, the American, groping Yumi's Japanese body, fondling her, squeezing the same breast that Akira had placed his mouth in just a mere few hours ago. Though he was swelling with jealousy, Akira instinctively began stroking himself, undoubtedly turned-on by the fact that his own mother was showing deep, joyful signs of pleasure. During their exchange of salvia, David paused and winced. Yumi let out a sly smile. Then, the water and the tub started shaking, gently at first, then rumbling and tumbling, water flying, David oh-ing and ah-ing, clutched the edge of the tub till his hands turned blood red. Akira didn't know about the art of the handjob, but he could see the immense amount of joy that his mother was giving David, and he wanted it too – more badly than anything else. Yumi felt a tingle go through her body; she looked behind her and saw her pants-less son. She knew she had to end this fast, deciding to finish the raging purple demon she had in her hand, so the one behind her would calm down. Yumi accelerated her pace, her dynamite grip in equal parts pleasuring and punishing, faster, faster, lighting sparks coming from the surface, she went harder, faster, till she felt it coming, coming strong and...loud. "OHHH YEAHHH!" David's scream-gasm drove the brides flying out the trees, the roar hitting Akira's eardrums and tumbling down the mountain. "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!!!" Yumi exited the tub. "Please, I go see my son. Be back." "Yes, yes that's fine," he closed his eyes and leaned back, his body quivering from that electric handjob. Yumi stormed towards her son, dripping wet and nude. Akira, with his hand around his package, pants around his ankles, made no attempt at hiding what he'd done, nor could he as he was entranced by his mother's naked figure. "Hello Mothe –" Yumi slapped her son with a thunderous jolt, throwing him halfway across the field. Akira knew that was coming, and he knew he deserved it, but also felt that it was well worth it David's eyes grew wide, stunned at the power of the meek woman's hand, the same hand that was around his cock just a few seconds ago. He felt very fortunate. Yumi dashed towards her son, got on her knees and cradled him close to her breasts. "What did I say before? No peeking!" "Yes, Mother," he said while his eyes were trailed directly at her tits. She stood up, then, ordered her son to get up. "Do you want to say something to Mr. Rochefort?" Akira bowed his head. "Sorry, Sir." "Hey, it's ok, I don't m-m-mind," he replied in a jittery tone. Yumi looked at her son with her arms crossed. "Akira, I know you were confused and maybe a little curious, but it's not ok to watch me naked or making love." "Yes, Mother." "Good, good." "Mother." "Yes?" He looked at her with fire burning in his eyes: "What do I need to do to get a naked bath with you?" Yumi smiled. "Don't worry, Akira: you'll get your turn when you earn it." *** Ch.04: Hardcore Bonking "All the way there for a fighting tournament?" asked the boxers-clad David, who after his electrifying bathtime-funtime was eating dinner with the Shibatas. "Yes," replied the comfy robe-wearing Yumi, "Akira, ahh, good at fight, but he need real fight, real fight, yes?" Akira, sitting next to his mother, grunted in agreement. "Hmm," pondered David, "I don't know...You're saying you want to go to the Monaco Fight Junior Grand Prix? Why not in Japan? I'm sure there's far more of those here than there is in Monaco –" "No!" Yumi replied. "Oh, umm, ha-ha, sorry, it just, umm, we can't be...seen in public in Japan. We, umm, like to keep Akira's talent private, yes? You work for a Monaco oil company, yes? You can help?" The light bulb suddenly went on for David. "Ohh! I get it now! You want your son fighting in these minor league fights, so that when he fights in Japan he'd be experienced, ready and good to go." Yumi went with it. "Yes, yes...yes!" "Hmm, ok, but asking me to fly you on my jet, all the way to Monaco in just a week's time, hmm, I don't know if I'll be able to swing that." Yumi nodded, "I sorry, but this just so good for my son...he really good at fighting." "I agree, I do, it's just, hmm..." Yumi then parted the side of her robe. "Oh, Day-vid...you have nowhere to stay tonight?" He started sweating. "Ahh, umm, yes, umm, yes, I got nowhere to go tonight." "Stay with me...my bed, ok?" "Oh, oh yes!" with that confirmation David's special executive privileges were added to Yumi's movelist. All she needed to do was seal the deal. "I clean dishes; you go my bed, yes?" "Yes, yes, of course," he stood up, his grin unmoving, looking at her the whole way as he went into her bedroom. Yumi stood up, went to the sink and turned the tap on. "Akira, here." Akira grabbed the plates and handed them to his mother. "Akira, some noises will come from the bedroom...from me and him." Akira was confused. "Are you two going to be fighting?" "Umm, no, no, we will not be fighting, though it will sound like I am in pain and agony, but Akira please know that I am not going to be in any trouble. It may be strange to you but what goes on in that bedroom will be very... fun for me." From this, he constructed that his mother and David were going to be roughhousing in the bedroom like a couple of old pals. "Ok, Mother." "Now I don't want to tell you this again, but do not peek at me!" "I won't Mother, promise." "Good, good." Yumi gave her son a light bonk on the head. "Ow, Mother, I didn't do anything." "You will, and when you do, remember that." "...Yes, Mother," he replied while rubbing his head. "Good, now go to your room." Akira went to his room, stripped all his clothes off and fell on his bed. After a few minutes, the sounds started filtering in... First came the kissing noises, this Akira did recognize. After this, he heard groping, the rubbing together of two naked bodies. A little later, the sounds of the bed smacking against the wall, then, a loud groan from his mother followed by a couple more as David inserted his cock inside Yumi. Though her main intention was to use him for her own means, the pleasure Yumi got from inserting his diamond-hard, long length cock was very, very real – and long overdue. Deciding to put-on a more feminine front, she gently rode her white American lover, her hands on his chest as she rocked-back-and-forth. Akira could hear hushed, whispered groans of pleasure coming from his mother. Though not fully understanding what they were, he was very much aroused; he started beating off. In addition, the thought that his mother was using her sex appeal for him – her son – got him very, very excited. As David got more and more comfortable, he had some surprises of his own to share. Whilst riding, he lifted his hands and took a great, big, hard feel of Yumi's succulent juicy ass. Yumi's first reaction was to strike back, but she didn't, and went with it, and much to her surprise, enjoyed having him grope and slap her on the butt. These butt slaps confused Akira, he thought that things turned physical between them, but then remembered the sounds his mother made when she spanked him: that memory got Akira back in the right thought zone. Indeed, this was going well for all involved. Letting him take control, David rolled Yumi over and began thrusting himself into her. Un-concealing her moans, Yumi let out all her orgasmic sensations. "Ohhh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes – ohhhh! Yes!" He carried on, harder thrusts, more sweat, more fire, the heat reaching its max, the two becoming a united being: a sweat-filled, lusting, interracial proponent giving their all to each other. "Ohhh! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, oh, yes, yes, yes! Yes! Yes!" warrior woman Yumi allowed herself to be a humble, meek Asian mistress, her white master on top, filling her with pleasure. Akira could feel it, could feel his mother's pleasure centre's going feral, flowing every which way, even through the walls. This was intense, exciting – but different for Akira as that purple, eerie feeling was not there, replaced instead by a warm angelic glow. No longer on the fence, Akira now took delight in his mother giving and receiving sexual pleasure...even if he was a tad jealous. As the sex went on and as the heat reached skin-boiling temperatures, David went harder and faster, the flimsy rubber instrument of his breaking apart inside her. Yumi sensed this, so she pushed David out with her feet, grabbed his cock and got to work finishing him off. "Oh baby, oh baby, oh baby! Oh baby!" he groaned. Hands this soft and delicate, yet powerful and ferociously fast was something he knew he could never get anywhere else, the pleasure was far beyond anything he'd ever received before: his heart went to a speed that bordered a serious line between unbridled thrills and the sudden and irreversible. They caught a glimpse of each other during their climatic moment. David, overcome with pleasure, grabbed Yumi by the back of her head and gave her a long deep kiss. She responded with a twist and a release, the results splashing on her breasts, an arctic chill surging within him upon completion. Right after his discharge, almost as if she was in slow-motion, David saw Yumi look down at her chest, poke, prod the thick amount of cum, then proceed to rub it on her chest – then darkness. Slam. David passed out, hitting his face on the warm cushiony surface. Yumi smirked, grabbed the nearby duvet and put it over him, letting him think he simply got tired and fell asleep after climaxing. The deal was struck: David was her man from that point on. The kind of electric sex she delivered could not be replicated. He was all hers. Akira finished too, and in a similar way to David, fell asleep soon after. In the space of two days, two Shibatas had sent two Rocheforts to sleep – albeit in dramatically different ways. *** A week later... "My DAD had SEX with YOUR...MOM!" Mike said it again so Akira could fully absorb that statement: "My DAD had SEXUAL INTERCOURSE with YOUR...MOTHER!" "Yes," Akira said with a blank expression. "Akira: As my friend, no, as my brother, I fully forgive you," he paused to wince, "It's all in the past, it's all been done and we're both sorry for how things went down, bygones be bygones, come on, what do you say?" "Hai." "Yeah, you know, it's all good now after, you know, my father had sex with your mother, hmmm, feels good. My dad is single, you know, and he really likes your mom, like really, really likes, so I guess she could be...my mother too!" Akira just shrugged. "I do not know." "She even let you, her very own son, suck her tit!" "She...joking." "What? Come on! She was kidding about that? Wow, that sucks, man. As your brother I think that's very uncool." Akira shrugged. Yumi came out from her house, hauling her backpack, wearing a white dress shirt and white slacks. "You ready?" she asked all the assembled males. "Yes Ma'am!" said Mike. "The plane's all ready, babe," said David. "Yes, Mother," said Akira Yumi kneeled down and whispered in her son's ear: "Akira, if you win this, you get what you want: Me, you, in a bath, together...naked." Akira clenched his fists. "I WILL win, Mother!" *** Ch.05: Drip, Drip; Feel, Feel The early summer months saw Yakushima Island reach temperatures of 22°C, a fairly warm, breezy, serene place to live. Monaco on the other hand, was hitting the high 30's, the climate scorching hot, very humid and very, very dense. The town was full of super-rich, affluent residents and visitors, different in every way from the place where Akira had grown up. Soon after landing the assorted Shibatas and Rocheforts went to the local beach. Akira and Mike remained silent as they walked alongside Yumi, her in a white bikini top, matching sarong, large sunhat, bag and sunglasses. Their eyes were trailing her bouncing, neatly-packed breasts. David put his arm around Yumi's back, occasionally waving to passers-by. "You popular?" said Yumi. "Yes, our company's headquarters is right here. Though I'm sponsoring your son independent of the company, since the boss hates fighting." "Ah, I see." David's hand slipped below Yumi's sarong. Tactfully he began to untie it. Yumi, sensing his intention, went along with it and proceeded to untie it herself. Underneath the fine fabric was something spectacular, a head turning spectacle: Yumi in a white thong, her bare cheeks face- level with the teens. They gawped in wonderment at her perfectly sculpted derrière. David looked on with immense joy: his well-earned reward for years of toil. He slid his fingertips to her butt and walked with great pride as his hand lay on her ass. After a few more minutes of walking, they found an empty set of deckchairs. All four sat down, Yumi seated between her son and her lover. Yumi reached into her bag and produced a bottle of suntan lotion. She took her sunglasses off, turned herself over, then looked at David while holding the bottle. "My back, please?" "With pleasure." David squeezed hard, lathered his hands and rubbed her soft sexy skin. Starting on her back, undoing her bikini top, he diligently worked his way down to the most savoury areas of her body. Eventually he reached there, the area his hands wanted to clasp, the warm oils hardening his senses. "May I?" he asked at the tip of her butt. "Please." Without a second's hesitation he rubbed, groped and fondled her cheeks. Akira watched as this man, who'd only entered his family's life a mere week ago, had his hands all over his half-naked mother. A part of Akira was jealous, aggravated at the brazen acts of this stranger, feeling he was unworthy to touch his angelic mother in that type of way, but, the other half enjoyed this spectacle, took pleasure in seeing his mother have pleasure, knowing this was all of her own consent – something she wanted and enjoyed. Quickly, the negative thoughts evaporated, all washing away like the Larvotto's calm ocean tide. This was because Akira knew that he could receive the same level of satisfaction from his mother – if he earned it. His resolve was set: no matter who was in his way, he was going to get that naked bath time with his momma and touch her boobies and butt! David finished by lathering Yumi's legs and feet. His fingers did get close to her vaginal region, but he wisely chose to not publicly finger his Japanese girlfriend as he was a high-ranking businessman who had to keep some level of decorum. A little later in the evening... The sun was setting on Larvotto beach. Mike had wandered off, entranced by a group of thong-clad nubile teens, while his father David was trapped in a round of small talk with local business folk. Yumi spotted her son, sitting with his knees to his chest, looking out to the ocean. "Akira?" "Yes, Mother?" "David, umm, he missed a spot." She pointed to her oiled-up behind Akira stood right up. "Yes?" "Could you just rub your fingers over there? Spread the oil around?" He took a big gulp while looking down; her well-lathered butt cheeks glistening brightly. She didn't seem to have any 'missing spots' – and that's because she didn't; Yumi, ever the giver, decided to let her son have a freebie feel. Akira cracked his fingers, hovered his hands around the pleasure sector, till he finally reached his fingertips down onto the surface. Upon touchdown, an immediate rush of electricity, a huge voltage, set off inside him. Rubbery, soft, slippery and addictive: all these words and more encompassed the feelings Akira felt throughout his being as he slid his hands around his mother's butt. A few tentative sweeps were followed by short, probing feels. Akira then gathered up his courage and took a fingers-in caress – and just like that his time was up. "Ok, Son, I think you got it." Akira pulled out. "Yes, Mother." "Good, good." Akira sat back down, trembling with excitement. A little while later, David came back. "Come on Yumi, Akira, we better get going before anyone else wants to talk dividends and synergy. Hey, where's Mike?" Just then, Mike trudged down the beach, looking despondent. "Hey Son, how it go with those girls?" "You know, Dad, nothing new, yeah. I touched one of them on the butt and she slapped me, yeah, cool, you know how it is, just being me is all I can be." David didn't even hear half of what his son said; he had his arm around Yumi, his mind already gone to the bedroom. "Umm, yeah, good work, Son. Go get em. Yumi, I got us the luxury suite, just the two of us, all you can ever want inside." "And my son?" "Oh, umm, yeah I got the guys a nice room too. So come on, let's get going." *** "You know, I say this as your brother, so don't get mad, but my dad is totally hammering your mom right now!" "Ham...mered?" "Yeah, umm," Mike opened the palm of his hand and smacked his fist into it. "Just, hard, like super-hard sex!" "Ah, yes, yes I understand." Akira and Mike were sharing a modest, 2nd floor two-bed hotel room while their respective parents were up in the luxury suite. Mike lay on his bed, thinking about what the grown-ups were getting up to whereas Akira practised his karate form. "What do you think they're doing up there?" Akira shrugged. "Do not know." "If I know my dad, and I do, I'd say, hmm... on the ass, for sure on the ass. Akira, you think your mom has a great ass?" "Don't know." "Oh come on! I saw you drooling all over it! Hey, it's ok: all the guys in America would do the same if they had a mom like that...If I had a mom like that, hmm, Yumi as my mom. Think I can start calling her mom? Or mama-san?" "I do not...know! Yah!" Akira went from a one-two punch combo to an up-kick. Sensing that Akira was getting annoyed – and not wanting another injury – Mike changed the subject. "Those look pretty cool," Mike commented on Akira's flame design combat pants. Akira nodded. "So, umm, yeah, this tournament will be a breeze for you, I bet, yeah, you got this Bro." He shook his head. "No, no. Tough, tough fighters." "Yeah, but come on, they're, like, guys our age, and you're the son of a martial arts master – plus you broke my freaking chest! You can easily whip guys your age, piece of cake." Akira solemnly shook his head. "No, I no think like that. Tough fighters in front of me, I must win – I must!" Desired Outcome That night Akira fell soundly asleep, well aware the time to prove himself was finally near. *** Ch.06: Pussycat Finally the day had come. Yumi and David were in the registration line, while Akira and Mike stood around in the lobby. While waiting their turn, David took a glance at Yumi's filled out form (both on paper and body). David noticed an immediate discrepancy in the paperwork: "Babe, isn't Akira too light to be in that weight bracket?" "Akira strong," she replied, "for challenge he need boys a little bigger." "Oh yes, I agree, but will he be allright?" "He fine, he fine, no worry," Yumi held his hand and looked up at him. "Well...ok, if you say so," David took his hand out of her grasp and tapped her on the butt. "Still sore from last night? Think you'll be able to sit down?" Yumi smiled. "I fine, I recover...quick." Mike spotted his dad and Yumi's less than subtle body language. "Look, bro, look: My dad is touching-up your mom! Wow! He has his hands on her ass, wow, my dad is the man!" Akira looked and said nothing. "Damn, my dad must've done some super hot stuff to her! Yeah, come on, he had to, no way he didn't. Yeah, oh yeah..." Akira looked away and kept his mind focused on his prize. After a little wait, their parents came back. "Akira, you ready?" asked his mother. "Your first qualifying match is in fifteen minutes." "I'm ready, Mother." "Oh, wait, hold on." Yumi dug into her bag and produced a mask familiar to many. The mane, the fur, the jaguar design: Yumi put a King mask on her son's head. "Wear this; don't take it off, even during a fight. Oh and remember your name is 'JayKay.'" Akira nodded. "Yes, Mother." "Good, good," Yumi put her hand out, Akira clasped it. "Let's go." The four entered into the small hall arena. There were multiple rings set up, no crowds, just warriors testing each others mettles. Akira was shriving with excitement, stimulated by the reward that was within his grasp. His opponent, a singlet-wearing, brown haired teen, taller in height than Akira, was waiting eagerly. "Come on," he shouted, "I don't have all day, let me whoop this pussycat already." Akira stepped onto the stage; he put his fists in front of his face, then by his side. "Osu!" "Ready?" asked the official. "...Fight!" With one, two, three lighting fast steps, Akira dashed towards his opponent and struck him once in the stomach. The sound reverberated around the room; bone-crunching, hollow and full of hurt. Mike winced, he'd felt that power before – but believed that this time Akira was even more amped, more vicious. Stronger. Akira's opponent fell on the ground, his eyes rolling into his head. "K.O!" The whole room of fighters stopped what they were doing and looked. They were shell-shocked, all feeling the same crushing, overpowering aura emanating from the source and reaching into their veins: They could see the venomous energy coming out from this shirtless, short, surprisingly muscular teen in the lion mask. Yumi quickly grabbed her son's hand and got him off the stage. Going down those ring steps with his mother, brushing his face across her tender breasts, Akira would've gone through a whole sidescrollers worth of henchmen to get within reach of that sweet, sweet touch. Yumi held him by the shoulders, kneeled down and looked right at him. "Good, but please, not so hard. You have to know your strength." "Yes, Mother," he said solemnly "Now him," Yumi turned her head to look at the unconscious teen on the floor, then looked back at her son, "He'll be fine, nothing to worry about, but please don't hurt anyone too badly. It's about winning, not hurting anyone." "Yes, I am sorry." "Good," she patted him on the head, then stood up, addressing Mike and David in English. "Good fight, yes?" "Oh ye-ye-yeah!" said a jittery David, "He...did good. Let's go wait in the lounge eh? These other guys looking at us is making me nervous." "Ok," replied Yumi. Mike walked beside Akira. "Man, bro, whoa, but come on! You could've just hit him with a ring-out, yeah?" Akira looked at him with a stern expression. "No, wrong game." *** To qualify for the main eight-man tournament which took place in front of an audience, the participants had to win three preliminary bouts. After his first victory, Akira had two prelim fights to go – and both his opponents forfeited. All Akira had to do was prepare for the finals. While his mom, David and Mike went to have lunch, Akira stayed in the arena and had a workout in the mini-gym area. He was alone in there, no other fighter daring to come near him after his aggressive display. While Akira was in the middle of deciding his combos, the door opened and in walked a red shirt and blue jeans wearing blond teen. "Hello there," he said in an American accent. "You the guy everyone's afraid to fight?" Akira sized him up right away; his figure was slender, around Akira's height yet clearly older. Though from first glance this teen didn't seem like much, Akira knew right away this was a formidable fighter. "Robert Richards...America champion." "Ah you know me?" replied Robert, "Sweet! I never heard of you, are you, like, related to King or something?" he said while referring to Akira's mask. Akira was confused. "No. I not. You fight in show?" "Yeah, I am. I thought it was going to be an easy deal, quick cash and all, but with you here, everything changes." Before Akira could respond, a tall statuesque woman came from out of the hallway and slapped Robert upside his head. "Bobby, stop fraternising with your enemy!" Even stoic Akira was at awe at this bodacious American woman: At 6'1, blue-eyes, full blond hair, long slender legs, a perfect hourglass figure and big in-your-face breasts, this was like no other woman he'd ever seen before. She was wearing a white tank top with beige shorts. "Ow, Mom, don't embarrass me in front of my competition." "Your competition nothing! Don't be friendly with boys you going to be beating." Robert sighed. "Yes, Mother...I'll see you in the final round, JayKay." Akira could hear Robert and his mother speaking as they left. "Mom, oh Mom, I won so I get my –" "Clamp down, boy! We ain't wanting people to know about that, sheesh! Come on; let's get it over with quick." Akira, intrigued for an unknown reason, discreetly followed Robert and his mother. "Come ere!" she grabbed her son by the arm and threw him in a vacant locker room. As he got closer, Akira heard an odd sound, almost like grapes being squashed. He then heard groaning, panting, muttered voices. Akira got to the room, looked inside and gasped. Robert's mother was on her knees, her son's cock fully enclosed in her full pink lips. Like a hoover without an off switch, she held her mouth on it with an unclosing grip, saliva dripping out her mouth, hitting the floor with a sizzle. Robert arched his head back, shaking, his spasms rocking all the pictures off the wall. Akira watched with intent silence, observing the mother-son interplay. After a few deep strokes, Robert's mom took her son's cock out of her mouth, ripped her shirt open, and stuck his member between her breasts. "Ohhh, ohhhh!" screamed Robert. She lowered her head and licked the tip of his foreskin. "Like it? Huh? Huh!?" she asked while simultaneously tit-fucking her son. "Yes, yes Mom! Ohhh! God, yeah!" "You know our deal: this is your reward for making it this far, but you gets lots more if you win it all, ya hear?" "Yeah, yeah!" "Now, I'm gonna finish you off, no complaining, this is all you get!" While holstering his cock between her breasts, Robert's mom licked, kissed and stroked his red member to completion. "Ohhh I feel it, Mom! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Robert's mother moved her son's cock away from her face, pointed it to the floor and let it all sputter out. "Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Oh Mom, ohhhh, ohhhh, oh, oh, oh....Mom, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm going to kick his and everyone's ass! Yeah! Yeah! Bring it!" "Good Son, keep that attitude," she said while wiping her lips with a tissue. "Whoop all them boys and you get the full experience, you hear? You get nothing for second place! Nothing!" "Yeah, Mom, I'm ready! Yeah!" Akira could see the fire burning from within Robert, seeing him draw from the same energy source that he had found his inspiration from. Akira rushed back to the gym and worked out harder than he'd ever had in his entire life. For him, there was only one desired outcome: total complete victory. *** Ch.07: Sweep The Leg Evening time, inside a full 10,000 seat arena, the spectators having packed themselves into the hot sweltering building for the purpose of viewing the final rounds of the Monaco Fight Junior Grand Prix. Due to being the family of one of the competitors, Yumi, David and Mike got primo seats in the front row. Yumi watched anxiously, scouting the combatants. From the bunch, she saw only one real threat: American Champion Robert Richards. David looked around nervously. "Hmm, you know, my C.E.O doesn't like fighting, so I shouldn't really be here." Yumi feigned concern: "Oh? I sorry, you be in trouble?" "Oh no, no, no, maybe just a telling off, I mean, he can't hate fighting too much, his daughter's a very good fighter after all." "Good, I glad." Mike then nudged his dad and said in a hushed voice: "Worth it for her, huh? Do it all for the, you know, the sex, come on, she's so hot." David smacked his son on the chest: "Shut it, Son! Don't speak about her like that!" "Oh, okay, Dad." After two listless quarterfinal matches, it was Akira's time to hit the stage. "Coming all the way from Japan, it's the mysterious JayKay!" The crowd clapped, their collective slaps like a huge tidal wave of noise, pouring down right to the centre. The massive number of people watching didn't faze Akira at all; his focus was honed to perfection. He didn't hear the fighter introduction; all he saw in front of him was a shirtless, mocha-skinned, dark haired warrior. "Ready? Fight!" Akira dashed, going for the quick K.O. To his surprise, Akira's blow to the stomach was countered by a block. This competitor thought he had this all in the bag, but his glee was to be his downfall. Akira swept the leg and knocked him out cold with a soft blow to the jaw. "K.O! Winner: JayKay!" The crowd leapt out of their seats, cheering for the winner. Akira politely bowed to the fans and went back to the waiting area. While walking through the tunnel, he saw Robert. "Good job," said Robert while wearing his tight red shorts. "Whoever organised this tournament was really smart: The only way we'll meet is in the final." "I see you there," replied Akira. "Looking forward to it." Before walking away, Akira paused and said: "Your mother is good-looking, very." "Hey, what's that supposed to mean!?" Akira was surprised; he thought all the teens in America complimented each other on their good-looking mothers. Turns out that Mike wasn't being truthful to Akira about this aspect of American life. "I, umm, ah...nevermind." "Yeah, yeah," Robert punched his fists together, "No one talks about my mom like that! I'm coming for you!" Akira walked away, finally figuring out that most of what Mike told him was total B.S *** Akira's semi-final foe used a different tactic. He, the regional champion of Monaco, dove right for Akira's legs and took him down. The crowd gasped: Akira had finally shown vulnerability. "I got you now!" said the young French teen. It wasn't a long advantage: Akira kicked the teen, sent him flying, stood up and hit him with a scorching uppercut. Akira was on to the final. "All right, here we are: the two best competitors in this competition face off – against each other!" Robert was bouncing on his feet, eager to fight. Akira, finally within distance of his so sought after hot bubbly prize, was in a state of calm, waiting for the match to begin. "Ready? Fight!" Akira dashed forward, as did Robert. Akira went for his now-trademark blow to the stomach, but was stopped by something he'd never truly felt before: a crushing, hot, burning feeling that made his bones rattle: this feeling was pain. Robert had countered Akira's dash with a devastating knee to the face. Akira rolled back, grabbed the floor and stood himself back up. This first real taste of pain may have made some lesser fighters doubt themselves and ready to quit– but not Akira. He looked into the crowd and saw his mother, her beautiful elegant face filling him with a warm glow, her delicious breasts packed so tight into that white dress, melting away the hurt. That glance drove his energy bar right back to green, back into the fight. The two competitors swayed around each other, each waiting for the other to make the next move. Changing tactics, Akira swayed side-to-side, inching forward in a slow, deliberate manner. Robert threw punches and jabs towards Akira, using his long, limber frame to keep Akira at bay. While stuck in this stalemate, Akira studied his foe, looking for an opening. The answer came to him when he avoided one of Robert's kicks: Akira noticed that his opponent's arms and legs were thinner than his own, plus. while Robert was taller and older, he also looked to weigh less than Akira. He had his solution. Akira dove towards Robert, taking one of his blows right to the face. Akira stood his ground, grabbed onto his rival's midsection and took him down to the ground. From there, Akira got the mount position and started throwing hard blows to Robert's face. "Oh, it looks like America's champion is on the receiving end of a brutal beatdown! If he doesn't find a way out soon, this will all be over." Robert wasn't concerned: "Pfft? This? This is nothing!" he bucked his hips up, hit Akira with a palm strike and sent him flying away. Akira managed to get on his feet, but not before getting hit with a jab, jab, jab, spinning kick combo. Akira was beaten, bruised, battered, yet standing. David and Mike were genuinely worried for his wellbeing, seeing the taller teen as just too much for little Akira. His mother expressed concern, but not full-on worry, oh no, because she had faith. Akira stood his ground, waiting for his enemy's move. Robert came dashing towards him, ready to hit the winning spin kick. Akira clenched his fist, putting all his power in one final blow. Time slowed down: Akira knew he had only one chance to hit this move. Right when Robert turned, Akira saw his opening: he ducked under, spun, dodged the kick, raised his fist and hit Robert right on the jaw. Sparks flew out, small fizzy jolts of light around the two warriors. Robert swayed, swayed, then fell like a tree: timber went the lanky American. Boom. "K.O! Winner: JayKay!" Confetti shot out around the arena, giving everyone a startle. The operatic victory music played. Akira had become the champion! David and Mike stood and cheered for the victor. "Oh my god, that was amazing!" shouted David. "How did we win? How!? Wow!" "That's my bro right there," said Mike to random spectators, "My dad is dating his mom, he's my bro, I trained with him, you know, helped him out with some stuff, basically taught him all those moves." Yumi smiled, proud of her son – and now fully justified in giving her reward. Tired, battered, yet humble, Akira put his hand out to Robert and helped him up. Robert smiled. "Man, first loss, wow, wow...I can't believe it." "Good fight, good fight," said Akira, "You real fighter." "Thanks, "Robert shook hands with Akira, then turned his back and whispered to himself, "I can't believe I lost, damn it, damn it! I won't get any from Mom now, damn! Man, that kid is strong, big too...Maybe I need to get bigger." The tournament organiser came on stage, holding a trophy and large novelty check. "Here you go, you earned it!" Akira took the trophy, but handed the big check back to the man. Akira then handed a piece of paper to the organiser and said, "Charity." The man looked at the paper: written on it was the name of a nature preservation organisation. "You want to give all the money away?" "Hai." The man was stunned. "...Unbelievable...," he got on the microphone and addressed the crowd: "This young man is giving all his prize money to charity! Well, we should expect such generosity from someone wearing this King mask. Let's give it up for this great, great competitor!" The crowd applauded him, Akira bowed in response. Akira was not especially charitable; he was just going by his mother's orders. Besides, it was not the money that motivated him to this championship, it was something else and, finally, that wish was about to be fulfilled. *** Final Chapter: Payoff It was night. Akira was in a five-star hotel bathroom, naked, sitting on the edge of a bathtub. The water was running, the room was steaming up and getting very, very warm. He'd won the tournament, was able to avoid the media brouhaha and, now, was waiting for his wish to be fulfilled: naked bath time with his super sexy mother. His bare feet rubbed against the damp marble floor, battle wounds still raw, his instrument a shade of red just from the thoughts of what was coming. After a five minute wait, which to Akira felt more like hours, she came in, fully nude, not a stitch of clothing on her body. While walking through the steam, her creamy smooth skin, delectable full breasts, and trim, smooth, moist vagina, all came into view, progressively sharper and detailed with each footstep. She adjusted her neatly tied bun, then, smiled at her son. He looked up and gazed at his mother's sublime being. "Are you feeling better?" she asked. His mouth would not open, he simply nodded. Yumi then put her hands on the edge of the tub, giving her son a great look at his mother's round behind. She put her hand inside the tub and swayed her arm in the water, performing some kind of purification ceremony. Once she was done, the water gave off a soft golden glow. "I'll go in first." Yumi stepped inside the bathtub. Akira waited while his mother stretched herself out in the tub. He could feel his heartbeat, his body trembling with nervous excitement. "Come on in," she spread her legs apart, "Sit in the tub with me; put your back to my front." He calmed his nerves, put his foot in the water, then his other foot and sat down. In that snug little tub, he felt his back squish against his mother's soft breasts, her legs cradling his, a feeling of warmth, heat and hot, hot pleasure. Yumi rubbed her son's cheek with her delicate fingers, her mouth just behind his ear. She spoke softly, "You feeling good, Akira?" "So good, Mother, so good, nothing hurting at all," the water seemed to have healed him of all battle wounds and scars. "Good, good, you earned this." she grabbed the soap, lathered her hands and rubbed it on his arms. That feeling of her hands over his skin sent a shiver through him. "Ahh, ahhh, ahh, Mother." Yumi pressed her hands on his chest, reading his beat, able to feel the blood rushing around. She sensed that he was ready. The water was just right and his member was raging a tornado inside the water. It was time. Yumi slowly slid her right hand down his thigh, wrapping her hand around his cock, one finger at a time. At first her grip was loose, to let her son get used to the feeling, but when she felt him stiffen, harden, she knew her son was ready for more: With a rock-squashing squeeze, she started tugging. Victory is what it felt like, like a glorious heavenly prize going through his veins. Now, finally, after all the hardships he had to endure, Akira finally felt that emotion he'd so sought after: that unchained furore of sexual energy bursting out from within, his mother steering him with her expert handling. Desired Possession This moment has been a long time in comming-nearly a year- but the moment is now. I stand in the air port terminal, shaking all over. Not only now have I come to a place that I dont know, but I am here to meet some one that I dont know either., except by voice. My eyes have never seen him, but I could tell you every line on his face, and every pale fleck in his eye. And there I stand, hearing people, watching...waiting. My hands clench and relax as I fidgit in place bouncing along the balls of my feet. Ive worn my hair down, but only so that he can run his fingers along it and tug as he pleases. I know the first thing his eyes will fall on will the the tight band of leather that I have chosen to wear. Not because it matches the form fitting black velvet summer dress I have on, not even because of the small amethyst ball that rests at the base of my throat and accents my pale plum lips. But only to show my submission, my bending to his will and unyeilding loyalty to his commands. Everything about me is made to please him, and every inch of me reacts when from behind me comes a growled whisper.... " You shouldnt go in public dressed like that" Instantly my eyes fall to the floor, my spine snaps straight, and my center metls curling tendrils of whining pleasure up through my stomach. But I know he is toying with me, to see if I will fall so willingly to another. " And why is that?" I have always been strong willed, and he knows this. Chuckling softly his hands lift to run along my hair, it is all I can do to keep from moaning at the sheerest touch of his warm palms against my body. " And why is that?" I speak softly, a near whisper to hide my quivering insides. I feel him shift to the front of me as his lips lower to my ear, his breath hot against the soft creamy skin of my neck, leaving prickles of goose flesh along my shoulder and down my back. " My pet, you should not be dressed at all." I have to resist the urge to grab him to keep me from falling as my knees buckle slightly, " a problem I plan to soon remedy for you." This time I do moan aloud, he laughs softly and growls against me " good girl" the words and his pleasure at my excitement mingling to leave his lips. In the taxi on the way to the hotel, his fingers part the smooth taut mounds of my thighs, probing between them gently easing them open, the hem of my dress slips up to my hips revealing my neatly trimmed pubis, as he orders me to keep my eyes on the driver in the rear view mirror. " Do not look down, and do not cum, little one. for if you do...it will be the last time for the duration of our visit, " he growls against my ear. " Yes, Master," I whisper softly, as I lock my eyes on the driver, who glances back to me every so often. His fingers delve to my cervix, and writhe against the tight knob of muscle there, as his thumb rolls lazily along my clit. The hotel is a good 20 minutes away, and the drive is excruciating. I long to touch him, to feel more of him, to examine every nook and cranny of his body, to crawl before him, my rounded ass high in the air as passion burns in the soft light of his eyes. I have chosen a room that has double french doors with a balcony over looking the Gulf, and had the fore thought to come and light candles and run him a hot bubble bath. When we walk in he smiles, seeing the pains I have taken to comfort and welcome him. He smiles to me and tugs me to him, kissing my lips hard, his tongue twining with my own, pulling me tight against him, his massive hands ensare my hips, and fingers kneed the soft curves of my ass. " To your knees, slut" He speaks against my lips. " Yes Master" I fall to my knees before him, my back arches and the harderned nubs of my nipples obvious as my breasts swell with the sway in my back. My eyes fall to his feet and my hands rest on my painfully wide spread thighs to show him my submission and the glistening wetness of my heated flower. He walks past me and his hand falls to my hair as he moves to look about the room. Taking in the dteails that I may have missed in my haste. He steps into the bath room and I can hear the smile that dances across the firey reign of his lips as he speaks... " You have done well, girl...come, you may bathe me now." I crawl slowly my shoes slipping from my feet to lay in the floor along my path to the bathroom. Each sinewy muscle stretches to the pinacle of length before drawing back beneath me. The cold tile of the bath room floor bites at my knees as I slither across it and kneel up. He has not yet told me to stand, and to do so would incur the wrath that I hoped to savor later. I do not reach with my hands, but instead place them behind my back and tip my head up, tugging at his belt with my teeth I slowly break it free and nuzzle in to his crotch taking in the sweet smell of him, his body, the essence of his being rolling along my nostrils as I breath deep and peel back the soft black denim of his jeans. It is only now that my hands come to his body, tugging the cloth free from his body slowly, letting it pool at his feet. My lips a mere inch from that which I desire most. Licking them slowly, I run my hands along my thighs gently and lean back on my heels arching up to stand, even as he speaks " stand bitch". My hands roam along his hips and stomach as I lift his shirt free from his massive shoulders and toss it to the counter. I watch silently as he eases into the water and sucks in a sharp breath at the heat, smiling and closing his eyes. My eyes roam the planes of his face and take in the subtle rise and fall of his breath, each fiber of me quivering, aching with wanton drive to reach for him. " Strip", he does not open his eyes to issue this command, so I smile and slip the dress free from my shoulders, lettng it fall to my feet. I have worn no panties, nor bra, as he ordered. Only the leather at my neck and the glinting steel of my nipple clamps and belly peircings are visible to the light as I move near the tub. So long I have imagined this. So long I have wanted it. Dreaming of what might be. To actually be here in this moment, is more than I can stand, as I shift to settle along the back wall of the tub, my feet fall in along his sides, and my hands begin to work slowly along his shoulders. Kneeding the muscular joints, and plying at him, as he leans back. I hear him growl low in his chest, a reverbation that trembles through my soul. Running some soft oils along a sa sponge I work the liquid into his skin, taking great pains to pay attention to evry bare inch, his chest, stomach, thighs and calvs, shoulders, back, and ass running beneath my hands. Learning every part of him as my own desire builds. I can see him smiling here and there, and my own wtness is throibbing madly, but I have waited too long to waste any time thinking about me. As I work my way to his feet, my silken body slides along his and his legs rest under my ass as I kneel in the tub, my back to him, massaging the arches of his feet. As my ass archs back I can feel the thick root of his throbbing cock against one cheek and I smile to myself. His hands roam up over my hips and he growls softly and thrusts me back against him, parting the soft lips of my already slippery cunt. He rests there, the head pressing against my clit, and unable to stop myself I shift delicately along his length. His nails bite into my ass cheeks and I groan softly, sitting up. " Turn around and look at me." He whispers softly as I spin sliding over his flesh from the water, the oil and my own wetness. My deep green eyes scan his face and then lock on his eyes as I tighten the muscles of my thighs against his. " Come closer, slut...my little cum slut" his voice is near to a low pur as I lower my body to his, cool from the conditioned air of the room against the liquid heat of his. My body slides lower and my cheek rests against his stomach as I trail soft slow kisses along the hardened plane. My lips probe slowly down over his navel as I lap across his abdomen before licking each hip gently. The water spills along my face, and his hands tangle in my hair as I lower my lips to his cock, flickering my peirced tongue slowly along the slit tasting the sweet salt of pre cum before spiraling my tongue slowly along the length, lapping both water and sweetly scented oil from the rigid silky skin. My tongue conforms to the shaft and he moans softly " gooood girl" I feel his back arch up and his hips lift to the ministrations of my mouth as I suckle hungrily, longing for the tatse of him as I work my tongue in opposite directions of my mouth. His hands tug my head up and down the massive member and I cant help but moan gently when he tells me to play with myself for him. My own hands run down to part the folds of my melted center and penetrate with two fingers. I can feel him tensing and his hips buck gently sloshing water from the tub as my own ass rises and falls with the wanton probing of my fingers. With a low gutteral moan I feel him tense and the firey spew of cum flings forth past my lips to the back of my throat, coating me with the milky salt. My own orgasm held back a moment until I hear him growl " Cum...NOW!" With out warning, I am racked with waves after wave of pleasure, having learned over time to cum simply at the sound of his voice. I grind to my own fingers as I suck him deeper and milk the last creamy sweet drops from his cock. His hands stroke my hair and he spills now cooling water along my back from the sea sponge, petting me deliciously. I smile against his stomach as we both lay panting in the water. He whispers softly as he tugs my hair... " Well worth the wait, my possession...well worth the wait." Sated in my own need for the moment I close my eyes and drift loosely his heart and breath filling my ears. Desiree Desiree and I had known each other since we were kids. Our families were very close and did almost everything together. She was a few years younger than I was. In high school she dated a close friend of mine for several years, but it was well known that she had a "thing" for me. It was the summer after her High School graduation. I had come home from college. One day she was over my house waiting for my mom and sister to come home. We were inside talking, and I needed to go upstairs. Desiree followed. "Welcome home, Jack. How are you?" "I'm fine. School is good. My grades could be better. Congratulations on your graduation. How is Tim?" "Tim is fine. Same ole shit different day, " she said with a smile. I continued rummaging through my room looking for a pair of shorts. It was a hot day and my jeans were uncomfortable. She sat on my bed. We continued our idle chit-chat. Talked about our parents, our siblings. Although we lived very close by we had gone to different high schools, so nothing to talk about there. Out of the blue she blurted "Are you dating anyone?" "No, "I replied. That wasn't a lie but not the complete truth either. Although I wouldn't consider myself "experienced", I had fooled around with a few girls at some drunken fraternity parties. At this point I was sadly still a virgin. In fact the furthest I had ever gone was making out and an occasional handjob. I stood up and she stood right next to me looking up at me. I am 6' tall, so at 5'1" she barely reached my chest. She was wearing a tight white t-shirt that could barely contain her 40DD breasts. Funny, but I was starting to get a little turned on by her looking at me that way. I had never thought of her that way. I had known her since I was about 11 years old. We had grown up more as siblings than anything else. Our parents did everything together. We shared a house in the mountains. I shook off the feeling and walked into the bathroom. She followed me in. I turned around and there she was, looking up at me with her big brown eyes. She was always a mystery to me. I never could decipher what exactly she was thinking. She reached around and gave me a hug. I of course bent down and hugged back. Her soft, heavy breasts crushed to my chest. I felt my cock start to stir... "What the fuck?" I mused silently. "I'm getting turned on by Desiree???" That surely is what was happening. Before I could stop myself I turned my head from off of her shoulder and kissed her softly on the lips. I felt a warm sensation in my body. This little girl was a woman now. A young woman for sure, but she was not a little girl anymore. I kissed her again, this time sliding my tongue across her lips. She responded by opening her mouth and putting her tongue in my mouth. I could now feel my cock start to swell. I reached up under her t-shirt and tried to unclasp her bra. I couldn't find the clasp. She broke our kiss and looked at me with a mischievous smile. "Ha, ha. It doesn't work that way." She pulled her t-shirt over her head, reached in between her tits and opened the clasp from the front. I never even knew a bra worked that way. When the clasp opened her truly massive tits spilled out. I knew she was big, but I never imagined she would be that big. I leaned over and took her right nipple into my mouth. It was thick and firm and surrounded by wide dark areola. By now my cock was throbbing and constrained in my too tight jeans. I reached down and adjusted myself before it became too painful. "I know what you want," she said, and before I knew what was happening she unzipped and unbuttoned my jeans, squatted down and took my entire cock in her mouth. I looked down and watched her furiously bobbing her head. She was taking it all the way in her mouth, down her throat, rubbing the head inside of her cheek. I could see her drooling all over my hardening penis. I was getting close. If she kept up this pace I would not last long. By this time saliva was running down my shaft and dripping off of my balls. She came up for air and licked my balls clean, then resumed working my cock over with her mouth and tongue. Now I could feel my body start to tingle. My balls tightened up, and I was right on the edge. I felt my cock grow and stiffen, and Desiree worked it with even more enthusiasm, sensing I was about to come. I whispered, "I'm gonna cum now." "Mmmhmmm," she moaned. I felt cum race from my balls into my hard cock. It stayed there until my cock started to spasm... slowly at first. The first shot was powerful, but as soon as Desiree felt my cum hit her throat she changed pace, taking long slow strokes, milking my cock with her mouth and tongue. My hips involuntarily thrust my cock further into her mouth and I unloaded again and again. She swallowed all of it and kept licking my softening member, cleaning off the mixture of cum and saliva. She released me from her mouth and licked all of the spit from my balls. She stood up and kissed me passionately, making sure to give me a taste of my own semen. I held her close, rubbing her back while I recovered. Then I said "My turn," and I lifted her up and placed her on the counter. I went right for her dripping pussy, parting her lips and sticking in 2 fingers. I lowered my face between her legs and started to work her clit over with my tongue. Her juice was now running down her thighs, starting to pool on the countertop. I continued finger fucking her hard while sucking on her clit. My left hand reached up and massaged her large bust sensitive tits. I could feel her orgasm building and I could hear her moans. "Oh, God. Yes! Oh my God I'm going to cum on your face" I pulled back and started massaging her sex while I sucked on her nipples. Her face was flushed and I felt her hand go down to her dripping cunt. She started rubbing her own clit. Just seeing this made me hard again. I went back down to her pussy and stuck my tongue in while rubbing her engorged clit. Now I could feel her hips thrust harder with her building orgasm. She put her hand on the back of my head as her pussy sucked in my tongue. She screamed as she went over the edge. I could feel the waves of orgasm with my tongue as she squirted all over my face. I pulled my head away and stood up, pushing her legs open. I positioned myself in front of her. Knowing what was about to happen she grabbed my cock and pulled it into her still pulsing cunt. Her second orgasm came almost immediately after I entered her. She spread her legs wanting to be fucked hard. "Fuck me hard now! I need your cock pounding inside me!" I started fucking her hard, feeling my own orgasm building again. "Jack, shoot it on my face! I want it all over my face and my tits!" I felt my balls tighten for a second time, and when I felt my gooey jizz race into my cock again, I pulled out. She slid off the counter and wrapped her long slender fingers around me, aiming right at her face. Finally I came again spraying shot after shot on her face, running down her chin, and on her massive breasts. As I sat back spent, she put her hands between her legs and rubbed herself off to a third, less powerful orgasm, then collapsed on top of me. We quickly showered together, cleaning our sex off of each other. That was my first blowjob AND my first fuck. It was not the last time Desiree and I were together. Desiree and Big John It had been only a week since I'd introduced "Desiree, the Hot to Trot Transvestite" to my girlfriend Suzie, leaving me not a bit surprised that she chose not to spend the very next weekend at my place. While she hadn't freaked out, she was concerned I was gay since I was so convincing but I assured her I was not. I planned on revealing the truth I'd been with men later, it was enough her boyfriend liked to dress as a woman, so I thought. Not letting her absence get me down, I just merely took the opportunity to shop and treat Desiree to a much needed feminine weekend. Returning from the mall late Saturday afternoon, I could not wait to try on my new outfit I'd found at Cache, along with the super high heeled spikes to match. As the bubbly bathwater slowly ran, I laid out my ensemble on my bed. The blouse was sheer pink chiffon with flowing sleeves and black pearl buttons with French cuffs that just oozed femininity. I pulled from my lingerie drawer one of my hot pink Bettie Page bras so delicately woven in lace; just looking at it with the visions of my silicone inserts with pronounced nipples protruding as it contrasted strongly against the soft pink made my "clitty" gently rise in anticipation. Out from the bag next was a super tight Versace mini skirt in jet black with subliminal sequins deeply woven in the spandex. Bringing it altogether would be my favorite wide hot pink leather belt, with a gold buckle made of individual gold letters spelling out the word SLUT, which described my desires for the evening perfectly. The six inch spiked heels in black leather securely encasing my noir Donna Karan stocking feet would be the cat's meow. Ummm, I just couldn't wait but nevertheless thoroughly enjoyed soaking in my perfumed bath. Enjoying the massaging bubbles and a cold screwdriver, I carefully painted my two inch dragon lady nails vividly with hot pink polish and a clear top coat and set them aside as I contemplated going full fem with the shaving of my legs, cock and balls. Seeing as the cat was out of the bag with Suzie knowing now and obviously not caring, I decided to go all the way and coated my best feminine assets with pink Caress shaving cream and carefully removed all traces of manly hair from my legs, cock, and balls. Looking at my arms, I said, hell why not, and shaved them top and under soft and slick as any woman. As I softly towel dried, I readied my "douche" and found the warm water entering my hopeful "pussy" to be quite fulfilling. Clean as a whistle, inside and out, I sat upon my bed and painted my toenails the same vivid hot pink. Just the smells of femininity caused my cock to rise to attention and as my toenails dried I could not help but to stroke it to a full palm of cum which I lapped the sweetness up and swallowed. Damn, I love the taste of salty sweet man juice and hoped tonight would be the night that would return my memories to my youthful street walking days when I could make any man drool in anticipation of my full lips devouring his cock. As I sat at my makeup table, the coverings of a showgirl went on like a dream. Lashes jet black, long and curled, they highlighted the pink effects of the brow. Cheeks defined with pink powder and lips outlined in bold hot pink with the wetness and sheen of a soft pink painting their fullness. Back to the bed, I lay down and tucked cock and balls deep inside me and secured them with flesh colored tape. Rising, I used the same tape to push my man boobs together to present the illusion of cleavage. Sliding into the softest Donna Karan sheer black French pantyhose, my legs made an instant transformation. Next came the hot pink Bettie Page lace bra and inside dropped my D cup silicone tits, the nipple so pronounced they practically begged seduction. The new chiffon blouse felt so grand against my skin and the contrasting pinks just made my heart throb. My Versace mini skirt required a wiggle to get into and the wide hot pink belt cinched my waist just enough to give me that feminine curve between hips and waist. The gold lettered buckle spelling SLUT was hardly needed at this point as everything to this point clearly stated the same. Slipping into my Italian six inch heels lifted my buttocks just as if they were naturally born to a woman causing my swagger to the wig stand to be as exaggerated as any runway models. I could feel my tucked "clitty" swell with the swish swish sound of my stocking clad legs touching one another as my strut crossed with the bounce of my ass. There would be no doubt sweet wetness could be tasted with a swipe of a finger between my cheeks soon. Ah, the crowning glory, my favorite long blonde "super girl" wig with luscious strawberry blonde waves folding inward towards my neck and falling sexily upon my amble boobs. It has always been that moment in the transformation that cinched it for me, from that point forward; I was "Desiree, the Hot to Trot Transvestite." Jewels came next as I searched my jewelry box for my favorite earrings. Didn't take long to find them and upon one ear I attached a gold lifelike cock and upon the other went the gold balls, both so realistic with the well defined head on the cock and the familiar sag of a pair of cum filled balls. The next was the crème de la crème for any cocksucker and that was my tongue jewel of a golden cock. I'd been chicken to get my tongue pierced and had a gay jeweler make me a metal cock, 14K plated, with a magnet I could place on the underside. It was perfect and always managed to get my desires across when everything else failed. My diamond engagement ring and a few golden bangles finished out the jewels and I completed this step at the makeup table with a few well placed squirts of Lauren perfume. The finally came with the application of my hot pink two inch dragon lady nails, first the glue and then the nails, insuring my transformation would at least be two days in the least. The permanency of the glue always makes me tremble with excitement. Perfection ran through my mind as I gazed at the reflection of one hot cock sucking whore in the full length mirror. As I turned my head and body in admiration, my tits giggled and blonde locks swayed with the motions. The clicking of my heels on the hardwood floors along with the fragrance of womanly sexuality announced a woman was in the house. I fixed a tall cold tequila sunrise and sat down in the living room and perused the local gay newspaper for events tonight. Just now 9 pm, I had plenty of time to calm my nerves for opening show time at Illusions, the best female impersonator bar in Midtown. Putting on my favorite song, "I feel like a woman", I fished out some old copies of FMI from my porn stash. Rereading the stories I'd submitted long ago about my trips to bookstores, I succumbed to the fond memories. If only I'd recorded every adventure Desiree had in adult bookstores, lordly, I'd have a book and a half. Along with the rest stops, truckers on lonely highways, I'd seen and sucked many a man to completion in my day. I was hoping tonight would be as fruitful as I finished my third drink of the evening. I was just making sure my purse had all the necessaries of a woman in need, lipstick, lip gloss, keys, money, license, perfume, extra nails, extra pantyhose, brush, it was all there. Taking one last glance of pure sexuality in the mirror, I fluffed my blonde locks to their fullest, painted my lips with glossy pink wetness, refreshed my perfume and was headed to the door when the phone rang. I let it ring off the hook as I tried to let my heart calm for the opening of the front door. There were always neighbors to worry about, no one in the apartment complex knew of my alternate personality, or at least that I knew. As I turned to close the door, the phone rang again and I heard my neighbors door latch turn and I hurried back inside my apartment. I succumbed to the untimely call and answered the damn phone. Much to my surprise, it was Suzie. She was obviously drunk as she could barely spew out her troubles when a man came on the phone and told me she had a flat tire and was too drunk to drive. He gave me the location and I told her I would come down and get her. Crap, I thought to myself. A perfect evening ruined. All dressed up and now this. I needed a drink and fixed one more as I tried to decide what to do. She already knew of Desiree and the location she was at was in the middle of Midtown, no less smack dab where all the blacks partied. I would be asking for it if I went down there dressed. Not two minutes ago I'd been outside, ready to lock my door and strut to my car, now this decision. My thoughts were rudely interrupted by the banging of a fist against my door. Easing over to the peep hole, I saw my neighbor and another friend standing at my door. They were clearly intoxicated and soon they began shouting, "Open up honey baby." "We know what you want, sissy boy." they continued to shout. Throwing all caution to the wind, I opened the door and they barged right in. Keith wasted not a moment in saying he caught a glimpse of me all decked out and the both figured they'd get a quick blowjob before heading out to the strip club and with that I was presented with not one but two hardened white cocks sticking out of their pants. Nearly three sheets to the wind, my shyness and secret now gone; I knelt obediently and swallowed cock right then and there. Working feverishly from tip to base, it took not two minutes before Keith unloaded a hot wad of sticky man juice down my throat, which I swallowed without hesitation. Next came his unnamed friend who was much larger by this time and he manhandled me in a way I long for, force fucking my face as his large manhood would in no way fit entirely in my loving mouth. My jaws ached as he hands gripped the back of my head forcing me to swallow just as his head swelled and released what seemed like a bucket of cum. Cum oozed down my cheeks, just what I was wanting to avoid, I gathered what I could on my fingertips and licked them clean. They thanked me for the blow jobs and left as quickly as they entered, laughing the whole way. Shit, I was dirtied now. Quickly I refreshed my face and decided what the hell; it's all out in the open now and hurriedly left to get Suzie. I must admit, the thoughts of what just occurred sent many fantasies through my mind as I drove the highway to Midtown. Having a man living so close that knew of Desiree could make for some fun evenings, no doubt, as I envisioned spending the night at his place pleasing him and his friend. Again, my tucked "clitty" swelled. I hit the dome lights and placed a finger to Desiree's any man's land, felt its wetness, and brought the sticky finger to my lips and kissed its sweetness. I shivered with excitement and was nearly scared shitless when a blast of a trucker's horn interrupted my decadent thoughts. To my right was my old friend, the lonely trucker. Ah, the black silk encased legs did the trick again. I can't count the number of truckers these legs have enticed and I reveled in the notion of once again strutting up to the dark side of a big eighteen wheeler and engulfing his smelly manhood between my painted lips. After all, it is how I lost my virginity. Even before I'd been with a woman, I'd completely fooled a trucker into thinking I was a hot chick on the rag looking for a cock to suck. I'll never forget that night, his hands forcing my lips to smother the base of his dick as he filled my virgin mouth with its first taste of cum. It was my first and the only time I've ever spit out the sweet reward I've grown accustomed to savoring. It was as if I'd lost control of my own actions as my right turn signal beckoned him to join me on the busy highway's area for accident investigations. As I waited for his air brakes to sound an invitation for my sexy strut to his cab, I painted my lips with enough gloss to insure an easy sexy glide of man flesh between them. As his headlights shone brightly as if I were walking down a model's runway, I purposely walked daintily yet with enough wiggle for all passerby's to see the curvaceous slut obviously heading to her next job. I smiled when more honks came and greeted this stranger with a smile and a lick of my lips as I motioned for him to join me on the dark side. His pecker was dangling before I even had a chance to kneel and I was surprised when the bold slut came over me and grabbed his hardening meat by the hand and led him to the driver's side, where I promptly knelt and swallowed his cock. In clear view of all motorists was the delectable site of a hot blonde in a short mini going to town on this trucker. I've never sucked a cock to completion any faster, let me tell you. He was zipped and smiling in nothing flat and I had the sweet taste of cum and all those approving honks to recall and relish the rest of the evening. God, what a night, could it get any better. Three cocks and I hadn't even stepped a heel into a bar yet. By the time I arrived at the Quick stop Suzie had called from, I found her passed out in the passenger's seat of her car. I opened the driver's door and slid in and gently awoke her. To say she was a bit freaked out is an understatement. She couldn't believe I'd left the apartment dressed like that and when she spied my earrings and belt buckle she laughed and as I laughed along with her she saw the gold cock on my tongue. "I knew it. You do suck cocks!" she exclaimed. She explained there was no way I would go to so much effort in transforming from man to woman if not for the intention of getting fucked by a man. I relinquished the truth and spilled the beans but at the same time insured her I was still a virgin. Again with the lies, I thought, a little truth at a time. It was sort of true; I'd only been fucked once by a black man in an adult book store booth. I preferred to suck cock; I told her and even went as far as telling her about the three men earlier tonight. "Well, we will have to remedy that tonight, get you good and fucked, you cock sucking slut." she slurred. Continuing with more verbal abuse as we walked to my car, she instructed me to head to Head's and Tail's strip club on Lucky Street. I'd heard of this bar before although I'd never been as it was both a strip club for women and men, with naked men on one side and women on the other. It was a short drive from where Suzie broke down and it became obvious that it wasn't her first visit there that night as the doorman greeted her with, "Back so soon, Suzie?" Suzie's reply, "Yeah and I brought along my best cock sucking girlfriend with me this time. She says she a virgin so I thought I'd fix her up with Big John tonight." she stated boldly. He laughed and said, "Well, she'll be good for no one else after Big John plants his meat in her." I merely smiled and strutted into the bar with all the confidence of a seasoned whore. Taking stools at the bar, I made sure my legs and heels did all the flirting they could muster as the room we entered was filled with half naked men, a few women and quite a few gay men. Suzie was quite the doll that night too as her white mini hardly covered her well defined ass as she sat with her long bare legs crossed towards mine. She teased me by running her white spiked heels up and down my stocking clad legs saying she couldn't wait to see me getting my ass filled with Big John's enormous black cock. I was trembling with anticipation and ordered us some screwdrivers to calm my nerves. I must admit once my nerves settled, I began to enjoy all the dancers' attention to us as they strutted and gyrated around the bar. One table of very hot women had three men to their table and stuffed enough bills in their g-strings to get them completely naked and the swaying of semi-hard cocks made my mouth water as I traced my golden tongue cocks head inside my pouted lips. "So, tell me more about Desiree, the Hot to Trot Transvestite. Just how many cocks have you sucked in you illustrious career as a transvestite slut?" queried Suzie, as she downed another drink. "Tonight's three brings the total up to 54", I boldly pronounced. "God, you are quite the slut", that's more than most women have in a lifetime", she stated following with, "What's wrong with your pretend pussy? Wouldn't you love the feeling of hot cum shooting up your backside?" I explained to her that this side of me was just an escape; that I only presented myself to men in quick and dark places like adult bookstores, bar bathrooms, truckers, and the like; that I'd never had a steady boyfriend. I further went onto explain that it truly did start as mere cross dressing but after my first sexual experience giving head to that lonely trucker, I'd grown to love being treated like a slut and sucking cock was the best and easiest way to get that feeling. "Well, we can accommodate that and more, my sweet sissy." she said devilishly, as she motioned for the bar tender. "Two more stiff drinks here and please have Big John come see us." I heard her ask. As the drinks arrived, I saw this giant of a black man stroll from the dressing room. I could tell Suzie's eyes were fixed upon me as my own gathered every inch of this approaching beast of a man. Nearly 6 foot 8, with abs of steel and the cutest well defined butt encased in a pair of sheer white man panties, my eyes stopped and deadlocked on what quite possibly was the thickest and longest cock I've ever seen. Tucked not so discreetly between flesh and sheer silk, one could clearly see the extraordinarily well defined head on a dick that stretched from his middle clear to his hip. I've always had a weakness for a man with a pronounced head as I love to see my dragon lady nails trace its definition while I gently kiss and delve my tongue in its inner wall. It's especially enjoyable after making him cum, drives them mad. I was lost in just that thought and my intent stare was interrupted by a whisper from Suzie, "And that's in its soft state." she said with a sly wink. Suzie introduced me as her cock sucking sissy and former boyfriend, Desiree. With my chin directly across from this magnificent piece of manhood, I painted my lips with a wet tongue and looked up at him and with a smile, winked sexily. Suzie traced her long nail along the length of Big John's cock and explained that I was a so called virgin and that she would like to employ him to treat me to a good ass fucking. With no more words, we merely followed Big John into a secluded bedroom hidden away from the bar. Suzie wasted not one moment and stuck her nail between the cheeks of my ass and ripped a good fuck hole in my 22 dollar Donna Karan pantyhose. Next, upon my soon to be love canal, I felt the coldness of lube being applied. I was too mesmerized by the thought of this cock in my ass to care about her ripping my hosiery and merely took my place on the bed assuming the doggy position while I inched my way across the bed and wrapped my lips around this slowly rising monster. As he stood there, his cock was poised perfectly for my mouth, I did my best to engulf as much as possible. Regretfully, I could manage only the head due to its girth but bathed it with enough lip gloss and my salivating mouth until it was rock hard. "Now, it's time to get your pussy stretched, sissy boy." I heard Suzie demand. Without further instruction, I turned and presented my upraised ass to Big John. "Uh, uh, you sissy bitch whore. You have to do the work on Big John." said Suzie as she pointed to the hand loops above the bed. When Big John lay upon the bed with that hard cock throbbing, I got the drift and took hold of the loops and eased my lubed "pussy" onto that massive dick. The pain quickly turned to being what I've always imagined a woman felt like, with my walls clinching tightly against this intrusive piece of man meat and I worked my butt muscles feverishly to make him feel as good as I felt. With an unexpected thrust of his cock, I found my insides being pumped full and my only reaction was to scream for more. My fake tits bounced with every thrust and I felt just like a porn queen and soon my newfound pussy and ass cheeks were slapping his flesh. I rode that monster for what seemed like twenty minutes until I felt his head expand against the insides of my love canal and spurt one load after another. It felt as if it would never stop, so good, so warm, so hot and so gooey, I could not stop and continued to ride him until my own cock spewed cum without so much as a touch of my hand. Desiree and Big John As I eased myself down upon his chest, I sucked his nipples and whispered sweet nothings to him and thanked Suzie over and over for such a man treat. She was smiling to beat the band and I had a sneaky feeling there was more to come. She quickly cleaned me up and I put on a new pair of pantyhose. Fortunately I'd remembered to bring an extra pair. Luckily they were pantyhose too, as I could feel his man juice ooze from my widened "pussy" as I strutted to the mirror. With locks fluffed and lips painted and glossed, Suzie and I strutted back to the bar where we were surprised with a sudden round of applause. I looked at Suzie with a puzzled look and she pointed to the flat screen and there in all my glory was hard proof of my newfound desires as the whole cock lusting event had been recorded and was now the object of pleasure for all the attendees at the bar. Undisturbed I simply whispered to Suzie, "Well, at least I know where I can come for a good fuck now." She replied with a smile, "Yes, you do sissy, yes you do." Desiree and Peyton Think of all the ways it might be possible to be incompatible with someone, and my wife and I are the poster children of such a list. Harken! I'm five-six, and she's five-ten—and by the way she loves to wear high heels. Of late she's become a party animal, and I remain the prototypical bookworm. She, also of late, has become a dance aficionado while I'm more the organ-grinder's monkey. She likes TV and I hate the box. She's a beautiful woman, and I'm an average Joe in grave danger of losing my hair. All of the aforementioned being true, and as illogical as it seems her liking parties and all, Desiree has been, again up till of late, a very insecure woman underneath. Up until this past year or so, I had been her sole undisputed anchor. It was this latter that made it possible for a woman like my wife to love a guy like me, I guess. But, now things are different, a lot different. About a year ago, I had the brilliant idea of trying to instill greater self-confidence and an increased measure of self-esteem in the love of my life. I succeeded beyond my wildest—nightmares! You thought I was going to say dreams didn't you. Well, as it turns out, nightmare fits a lot better. My wife no longer has any confidence issues, and her self-esteem now borders on arrogance. Okay, I have introduced you to the genesis of our situation more of which a little later. So who are we really. Well, my name is Peyton Joseph Gillis, a direct descendant of one Lester Joseph Gillis and a prostitute. People knowledgeable of the 1930's might remember my notorious grandsire by his more common appellation—Baby Face Nelson. Not a chapter of the family history of which I am particularly proud. I mention him only because my grandma told me I looked like him, except for my being a few inches taller. I am a chemist, actually a chemical engineer: Ph.D. Cal Tech. I work for Metro-Tech a company dedicated to creating and producing products for the military, and, rumor has it, for certain unnamed clandestine black ops services. Desiree Marie Gillis, my wife, is a sales agent for Sylvia Jordan cosmetics and women's accessories. In her teens her height worked against her and she became something of an introvert. It wasn't that she was completely unaware of her basic beauty, but too many boys wouldn't or couldn't see her as pretty, her being so tall. They'd talk dirty about her, but seldom asked her out on dates. Nevertheless her sandy brown hair was always a cascading around her shoulders. She had dark eyes and full lips that were so pink she almost didn't need lipstick. Her breasts were respectable B-cups. Still, her best feature was her butt; gawd her ass was prime cut! When a male, using his most disrespectful tone, calls a woman a broad, something like my wife's butt has to be in his mind. As mentioned Desiree had had trouble with self-worth. She almost didn't get a date to her senior prom. I say almost; I asked her. She'd looked down at me, standing there in the quad that May afternoon, and thought for several moments before agreeing to go with little 'ole me. Oh, we both knew we were going to be looking a little strange as a couple, but I convinced her that what others thought was passé—I'm very good with words, a regular Winston Churchill. Convincing her of that, readers, got me the inside track to the altar with the girl of my dreams. After graduation I went directly to Cal Tech and she to USC. We graduated the same summer, four years later, with our B.A.'s. We married, and I continued on toward my doctorate completing it three very intense years later. During those three years, Des was our mainstay financially speaking: she worked and I studied. At any rate, we got through the prom and our subsequent engagement and our wedding and the first nineteen years of married life with a minimum of problems. A major plus, two wonderful children appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the game: Grace now 13 and Charlie 11. We are now both aged 42 and more than merely healthy; we're in top physical shape. We got that way working out at Black Iron, a local gym owned and operated by an ex-Mr. America competitor, Jason Black. And Jason is black and Jason has lately been after my wife. Which brings me to one big ass problem, how can I get my wife back and Jason the hell outta the picture. It was my idea for us to begin going to the gym together. I'd been going for years, and I knew what it could do for a person's mindset. It was part of my strategy to bring Desiree out of her introvertedness. And now it may have backfired on me. I mean how could I compete with a big shot body builder. ****** I have begun to notice little things and some not so little things too. She's started going to the gym without me at least once a week; these are usually nights when I have to work late or Saturdays when I have something I have to do or have planned. So far, no clear problem, right? But, add to that that her sex drive seems to have lessened, in terms of me. We still make love a few times each week, but not like in the past, and afterwards she's begun just rolling over and calling it a night after I cum; this, whether she cums or not; bottom line, she doesn't seem to care if she gets off! Finally, there have been the phone calls and the hang-ups before the speaker identifies himself or herself. I'm not a stupid man. Something bad is going on and it is all too clear to me what it is. I have to do something. ****** I stood at the door waving goodbye to Grace and Charlie. They waved back. They were excited to be going to grandma and grandpa's for the weekend. The promise of a picnic and a trip to the zoo had made their stay over at the grams something they'd looked forward to all week. I went back in and headed upstairs to the bedroom where my wife was again getting ready to go out without me. Entering the room she laid into me again. "Peyton, it's no big deal. I'm just going to the gym with Megan and then we're going out for a bite to eat. I should be back by 10:00. Okay?" "No it's not okay, Des. It's Friday night. We should be doing stuff together. What about us. That's the third time in a row you have shined me on for someone else, I mean as far as going to the gym. Hell, you wouldn't even be going if I hadn't forced the issue last year," I said. I was making sure she knew I was pissed. "Yes, I know. And I am glad that you did. But you are smothering me. It's like I can't do anything without you or you get mad at me," she said. "Anyway, I'm going. Get over it." "Get over it! Did you say get over it!" She didn't answer. She just picked up her gym bag, headed down the stairs and left. I stood there with my mouth open and fuming. I decided to do what I usually did when we argued; I got my wallet and headed for the Rusty Nail, our—my—favorite watering hole. I sat at the bar staring into a half empty shot glass. "You look kinda down," said a voice from behind me. I turned. "Oh, hi Sonia. How are yuh? Yeah, I am a little. Des has been dumping on me lately, and tonight it may have come to a head. I don't know; maybe it's time to move on." "Wow, you are down. I'm sorry, Peyton. Really. You deserve better," she said. "Thanks Sonia, I really appreciate your concern. Can I buy you a drink?" I was feeling like company, preferably female company. "Damn straight," she said. "I never turn down a freebie." I should explain that Sonia is a retired prostitute, and no I have never had her. I have a long held rule to never pay for something that I can get for free, and besides, she was taken—sort of. I motioned to Mel, the barkeep, to load one up for her. He delivered her usual white wine, and she took the bar stool next to me. Mel owned the Rusty Nail and was Sonia's only squeeze now; they'd been an item off and on since she'd retired some fifteen years ago. I should note here, that at aged 45 Sonia is still a classy looking gal. Anyway, Mel and Sonia apparently never had the urge to get married, though I kinda suspect that Sonia would have said yes real quick if offered the opportunity. "Wanna talk about it?" she asked. "Yeah, trouble is, I have no idea what to say. I think she's cheating on me, and if I find out she is, it's over." "For someone who doesn't know what to say you sure have a lot to say," giggled Sonia. I smiled for the first time since Des had run out the door two hours before. It was 8:00. If Des was going to be back by 10:00, I had two more hours. I could think of worse ways to spend my time than with a pro like Sonia. She did have the knack of making a guy feel better. "Whaddya thinking about doing?" she said. "I mean you got any ideas?" "No, it's too new. I'm kinda down, as you observed, and a little numb," I said. "You know who she might be doing it with?" said Sonia. "Yeah, I think so. Jason Black. "Owns the Black Iron gym. I've mentioned him to you." "Wow, Mr. America himself, huh," said Sonia. "He was never a Mr. America. He was just a contestant one year, like twenty-five years ago," I said. I think my jealousy was showing through. "Yeah, just a contestant. Let's see, what else: six-five, two-twenty or so, shiny black, probably got a foot long dick, and handsome as hell. Yeah, I can see why you'd not have to worry about him," she said laughing. "What the hell!" I said. "I thought you were on my side." "I am, but be realistic. If you're going to fight for your rights to Desiree you have to see things in perspective and deal with them using your strengths" said Sonia. "To do that, you have to know his strengths, and also his limitations; then, use the latter against him." "So, you got any ideas! Please don't hesitate to share them if you do. I'm dyin' here," I said, still miffed at her complete disregard for my feelings. "Look Peyton, the fact is guys like him are a dime a dozen. The worst thing that could happen to Desiree would be for her to dump you for him. She already knows he's capable of being in a cheating relationship; he'll cheat on her today as soon as the initial thrill wears off." "How duh yuh figure," I said. "Okay, he's got looks all over you. There it stops. He's got nothing else. I know for sure that his business is on a shoestring. He's been looking for partners to share the risk with him. Oh yeah, I know him; hell he's even asked me to back him. He comes in here a lot. Peyton, he's been in here with Des." The look on my face must have been something to see. "Peyton, she's not let him have her. He just plies her with drinks hoping to get lucky," said Sonia. "With Des!" I almost yelled. "Control yourself. You go off half cocked and you lose—got it! Yes, they've been here together. I had to tell you. If you'd found out by accident—" "Yeah, thanks, Sonia. I mean it, thanks," I repeated. "Peyton, if she were to dump you for him, I guarantee you he'd be cheating on her within three months. He's a player and takes great pride in being one. Des is a babe in arms when it comes to someone like Mr. America. Your revenge would be watching her fall apart in the aftermath." I finished my shot of vodka and motioned to Mel for a refill. Mel stood there staring. "Mel?" I said, at his apparent ignoring of me. He was looking toward the door. I turned. My wife was coming in the door on the arm of Mr. America. There was no mirror nearby to tell for sure, but I could feel my face darken. "Peyton, not now," whispered Sonia. I paid no attention. I really didn't actually hear her. My stomach was doing flip flops. It was clear that they were more than instructor and instructee. My anger took over. I made my way to them with Sonia trying to pull me back. I came up on them just as they seated themselves next to each other in the booth. Desiree was on the inside. "Megan how you've changed," I said to the man pawing my woman. "You're so black and so tall and so such an asshole." "What the hell!" he stood up. He was near a foot taller than me and eighty pounds heavier and I never saw it coming. The light was so bright. What is it about hospitals that they have to have such bright lights, I wondered. "You okay, honey," said Desiree. I looked to my left and focused on her. "Where's Megan," I said, as sarcastically as I have ever said anything. "Peyton, you don't need to act like that. It wasn't anything," she said. "I saw him pawing you. It was clear it wasn't the first time either. Get outta here. I don't want to be accused of smothering you. We're finished you and I," I said. "Go find your loverboy." "Peyton! He's not my loverboy." "Fuck off!" I said. I was getting really mad. She ran out of the room crying. I felt like shit, but I felt good too. I wasn't mister-wimpy for damn sure. I also wasn't mister tough guy. Geezsus that dude could hit. My face felt like a well dribbled basketball. As soon as Desiree had left a suit showed up. "Mr. Gillis?" "Yeah," I said. "I'm inspector Busby. I hear you were attacked." "Yeah? Why? Is the guy suing me for being an inadequate punching bag?" I said. "No, but you have a case for assault. Need to know if you wanna press charges?" I snickered. "You know I oughta. The guy sucker punched me. But no. I just wanna get out of here, divorce my whore of a wife, and get on with living," I said. "Well, if you change your mind, here's my card," said Inspector Busby. "Yeah, sure. I'll call yuh," I said. My daddy always told me to fight my own fights; my daddy's advice on any subject was seldom in error. I'd take care of the asshole my way and in my own good time. By the time I was done; he'd be wishin' it was only the law that was after him. I watched inspector Busby go. At the last moment he turned back unsure of himself. "Mr. Gillis, is it really true that you are the great grandson of Baby Face Nelson?" I had to laugh. "Yeah, but so far I haven't killed anybody myself," I said. The inspector nodded, smiled, and left. They kept me overnight for observation. Evidently I'd had a mild concussion. I was released at 10:00AM the next morning. It was Saturday, at least I didn't have to go in to work. I called a cab. I didn't want to be in the same car as Des, and she probably wouldn't have come anyway, I reasoned. ****** I walked kinda slow up the steps, opened the front door and went in. I could smell cooking in the kitchen—roast beef—it was our favorite. Being quick on the uptake, I figured she was going to try and mollify me. "Peyton!" she yelled seeing me as I came into the kitchen. "I was waiting for your call. I thought you'd want me to pick you up," she said. "I took a cab," I said. "Why? Peyton—" "Desiree, we need to talk. I know that, but not now. Your boyfriend got me a good one and I'm not feelin' too good right now. I'm going up to bed. I need to lay down for a while." She followed me up the stairs. I think she was hoping I'd fall so she could have a reason to help me up the stairs and to bed. I made it on my own and almost fell onto the yellow comforter. She knelt beside the bed and stroked my forehead. "Peyton, I'm sorry. But nothing happened with Jason. Nothing," she said. "Later," I said, "I'm tired. I mean it." Then, I added, "The roast beef smells good. Maybe tomorrow." "Okay. Okay, I understand. You do need your rest. I know that. I'll be here if you need me," she said. She raised my head a little and pulled a pillow under it. She kissed me on the lips and left leaving me to my dreams. I was out in minutes. I awoke at daybreak. I was alone in the bed. She had not slept with me, I realized. Then I saw her. She was asleep in the chair a few feet from me. She must have been there all night. Okay, I get it, she was pulling a full-court press. This was going to be one tough deal anyway I sliced it. I was mad as hell about her indiscretion. I was also madly in love with her. And, I had no idea how I was going to handle those two mutually exclusive realities. I was about to find out it didn't matter either way. I rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom. I showered; I needed it. When I came out she was gone. I went downstairs and heard her in the kitchen. "Hi, hon," she said. There was something strange in her tone of voice. I felt a sense foreboding. "Are you feeling better?" I nodded. "Yeah. I'm okay. You shoulda seen the other guy," I quipped. She allowed herself a small smile. She set a plate in front of me. Two hard boiled eggs, a slice of dry toast and a few grapes. Very healthy I thought. She poured us both a cup of coffee. She sat opposite me at the table. I could see she wanted to tell me something, but she was nervous, maybe even afraid. I didn't like the feeling I was getting. I was chewing on a grape. I put the fork I was holding slowly down on the plate, swallowed, and waited. "Peyton?" "What Desiree? Something's wrong isn't it?" I said. "Peyton, I love him." Stunned doesn't even begin to describe the badness of what I was feeling. I was having hot and cold flashes at the same time. My throat was suddenly dry. "I'm going to be with him, Peyton. I'm leaving you. I'm sorry, really, but I need to do this." She could see the tears beginning to flood my eyes. But, I said nothing. I just sat their mute. "The last thing I wanted to do was hurt you, Peyton. But, I know that if I just cheated on you behind your back, that you'd eventually find out and be heartbroken anyway. And then, Friday night, when he hurt you like that in the bar; well, I knew I had to get him and you apart. But, Peyton, I just can't give him up. I love you too, but it's different with Jason." I finally found my voice. "Yeah, he's taller." "Peyton, you know that's never made a difference to me. I—" "Desiree, before I embarrass myself, I'm going to go out. Please, please be gone when I get back. I'll file for divorce tomorrow. I'll just set it all up fifty-fifty. Grace and Charlie will be with me of course. I will not tolerate another man in their lives. Is that agreeable?" "The kids with you? No, Peyton. They'll be with me; I'm their mother. I am so sorry for this, Peyton. I seem to be doing everything to hurt you today. I really didn't mean for this to go this way..." "Okay then we fight it out in court," I said, bitterness beginning to consume me. "I will not tolerate that man being around my children—ever! So get out your big guns Des; you just went to war." "Peyton! You can't deny me the children. Their mine!" "Correction, Des, they are ours, but they are not any part of that man's. Get that through your pretty head." "Okay then, you leave me no choice. I will fight you on this, Peyton!" she said. She stormed out. I knew she'd be heading for my mom and dad's place. The kids were there. I made the call. I told dad to bring them here to the house immediately. I wanted Des headed in the wrong direction. If she was going to play with Mr. Black. I was going to do some playing of my own. Waiting for the kids, I went online and made some major financial changes. Banks, credit card companies; even my stock broker, Greg Smithers: Wonderful what one can do even on weekends if one knows how to use a computer. My last move was to call Clay Burns my friend from the job. He was not only a very highly rated attorney; he had power in high places. Well, after all we did do work for the black ops folks didn't we. I called and told him I needed to see him immediately. He said to come right over. I did. Mister Jason Black had no idea of the poop storm about to overtake him, and for that matter neither did Desiree when it came down to it. My job required a security clearance; Desiree knew virtually nothing about what I did or who I knew, and I was about to call in a whole bunch of markers. ****** "I don't know anymore, Clay. She's not like she was, and I don't think I like the new her. The killer is that it's mostly my fault she's like she is. I'm the one who introduced her to the asshole." Desiree and Peyton "I know. I remember. You were so proud of her starting up at the gym." "Yeah, talk about shooting myself in the foot," I said. "So can I get custody?" "Normally that's a tough one. But the kids are old enough for the judge to listen to what it is that they want. Also, I am sure that if I dig deep enough I can find something on mister body-beautiful that won't be too complimentary. Hold on a second." He walked over to the phone across the room. He picked it up and dialed. I could see him waiting for someone to pick up on the other end. "Hi, Rex...yeah...it's me...well not that long...okay yeah...got a job for you...uhhuh...can you come right over I have someone I want you to meet..." After the usual goodbyes, he hung up. "He's on his way," said Clay. "And he is?" I said. "He's a PI, the best. Mister Black has a very dark future," said Clay. "No pun intended." The meeting with Rex Goodman was 2F: formative and fruitful. Mr. Black would be unknowingly under the microscope. It being an apodeictic given that everyone had things about them that they would not like to have become general knowledge, it only remained to discover what skeletons lurked in Mr. Black's background. We would not meet with Mr. Goodman again until he had something interesting. ****** It was some three weeks later that the children voiced their upset over their mother's apparent abandonment of them. "Dad, why doesn't momma want to stay with us? Why is she with that other man, dad?" said Charlie. "Because she loves him now instead of daddy, said Grace. Sheesh, you don't know anything!" said my daughter. "He's not a good man," said Charlie. "No duh," said Grace. I hadn't told them anything, but Desiree had. She had actually had the brass balls to tell our two children that she loved someone else instead of their daddy. She had made some feeble remark—to my mind feeble—that she still had feelings for me, but that she loved someone else too. Not trusting her, I had been in the other room listening. She had, over the past several days, lightened up on her demand to have the children stay with her. It seemed that Mr. Black didn't care to have them around. I wondered how that conversation had gone between them. Evidently, whatever might have been said, it hadn't upset her enough to drive her out of his bed. Well, one sets one's priorities, doesn't one. ****** It was the Monday, after my talk with the children—or more accurately theirs with me— that I heard from Clay that Rex wanted us to meet. I broke a couple of traffic laws to get there as fast as I could. It had been nigh on a month since Desiree had gone to be with ex-lax. "Mr. Gillis, may I ask how bad you want this guy?" said Rex. Clay was leaning back smiling like a possum. "He's taken my wife from me and their mother from my children. Does that give you some clue?" I said. "Okay then. We, you, can nail him pretty good; actually, very good. There's an warrant out on him for grand larceny in Georgia. He's evidently ripped off the Mr. America pageant for more than thirty thousand dollars. He's a cinch to do a dime for that, and that's not counting the add-on for jumping bail. If your wife wants to hang with the guy; she's going to be limited to visiting days and the occasional conjugal visit," said Rex. "I'm meeting with my wife tonight," I said, "it's her regular night to visit the children. I am going to lay it on her that she either scraps all of this crap with him or else. The or else is we nail her boyfriend and I go for divorce on the most stringent grounds that I can," I said. I looked over at Clay, and he nodded. "Are you sure you want to be that straight up, Peyton," said Clay. "If you go the whole route she may never forgive you. So..." "Her forgive me! I may never forgive her," I said. "I love her, but I am not going to be a cuckold wimp for that asshole or any other man, let alone her. I'll call you tomorrow Clay and give you the yea or nay." "That's a roger-wilco," he said. We talked about some of the other things Rex had discovered about Mr. Black. He was an inveterate womanizer. He had started up and rundown a dozen small businesses. He has a little girl by a waitress in a small town in southeastern Georgia, and he owed her a busload of back child support. The woman, an Audrey Mapes, would be more than grateful to know the whereabouts of deadbeat dad number one—at least he was that to her. ****** Grace had cooked a nice meal for us. She had even set a plate for her mother, though she doubted mom would be there early enough to eat anything. Desiree had developed the habit of coming in after dinner most of her two-a-week visits since she had left. The rift that was developing between her and the children was widening. The rift between she and I was now a gulf that almost couldn't be crossed. I answered the doorbell. Des trotted in with several packages. Gifts of atonement for the children, I guessed. "For me," I joked, mirthlessly. "For the children mister man," she said, not losing her bright demeanor or mood. "Grace cooked for you," I said. "It's getting a little cold by now, but we could reheat it." I'd made my point and it finally took away a measure of the joviality she'd brought with her. "I wish I could stay," she said. "But I have a—meeting—I can't get out of." "Yeah, a meeting," I said, the bitterness I still felt rising to the surface. "You don't have to be snide, Peyton. I really do have a meeting." I didn't say anything immediately. "Where are the kids?" she said looking around. "Upstairs, it's their usual time to hit the hay," I said. "Well, could you go get them? I have some things for them," she said. "No, but you can. You know the way I believe," I said. She gave me a thanks-a-lot-asshole look and proceeded up the stairs to their rooms. She was upstairs for some minutes before returning to face me. "You know you could make things a little easier for us, Peyton. I'm trying to be pleasant; it wouldn't kill you to try to be the same," she said. "Sit down, Desiree. We need to talk." "I can't stay..." "Yes, you can. Because if you don't you and your boyfriend are going to be in a world of hurt," I said. She stared at me with brows knitted. Something in my tone seemed to get her attention; she seemed shaken. But, she recovered quickly. "All right, but just for a minute," she said. "I'll make this short and sweet. Please don't interrupt me. You can comment, ask questions, or just leave quietly, your choice, when I'm done. Okay?" She nodded, clearly not liking my tone or the confidence that it was clearly rooted in. "Des, you have this one chance to dump your boyfriend and resume your duties here as my wife and as the children's mother. I'm not even sure you're worth it anymore, but we did have nineteen years of love and respect until you decided to play games and cheat on me. "I have your boyfriend by the balls. I will destroy him within twenty-four if you insist on siding with him. Additionally, you will not come out of this unscathed either. Desiree, this is your last chance. I am willing to try, but only this one last time. It's up to you; the ball's in your court. Now you may say or do whatever you might wish. I'm done." "What are you talking about? Are you threatening me—us?" "Yes." "Well, it won't work. Peyton—I need this man. I've told you. Deal with it. You need to get a life and get on without me. I love Jason. He's never hurt you or said anything bad about you—well except for that fight in the bar that night." "It wasn't a fight; he sucker punched me," I said. "For the record, why have you backed off?" I said. "Huh?" "Why haven't you said anything about wanting the kids to stay with you?" "Oh, well that. His place is small..." "He doesn't want them around. I know it and you know I know it. "Did you know he knocked up a girl in his home town? Did you know he has a daughter that he owes a ton of back child support to?" "Well, he's having a hard time financially right now..." "Not too hard to afford taking you out," I said pointedly. "This is getting us nowhere. I'm leaving," she said. But she hesitated. "Okay," I said. I had decided not to wait till the next day to give Clay and Rex the high sign. I reached for the phone. She watched me as I dialed. She saw I was waiting for someone to answer. Her confidence was wavering. "Yes, it's me. Do it. No, not tomorrow, tonight," I said. I hung up. "Goodbye Des," I said. She picked up her wrap and headed toward the door. Her steps were uncertain. "Peyton—I hope that—" "Goodbye, Desiree. You've just thrown away your life," I said. My tone carried no emotion. "Peyton? What have you done?" she was shaking. "I told you already. You can go now. Go to your lover; he's gonna need you. Your life here is history," I said. I felt the chill of hate consume me. Hate for him and hate for her cruelty towards me. She picked up on it. "Goodbye Peyton." She turned and left. The house was quiet. I didn't feel good. I knew that before the night was out; she'd be calling or maybe even trying to come back. ****** I got the call from Rex an hour and half later. He wanted to know if I wanted to be in on the show. I hesitated, and then decided that I did. But, I would stay in the background. I arrived fifteen minutes later. "So?" I said. Rex smiled the smile of the conqueror. "They're in the bar. You wanna try and get her out of there before the shit hits the fan?" he said. "Why would I?" I said. "He's got drugs on him. I don't think she knows it. But, if she's caught with him when he's busted; well, she's probably going down too," said Rex. "Oh shit!" I said. I headed inside. I saw them sitting at a table near the dance floor. I approached them. I had to try and be civil and it wasn't going to be easy. "Jason, let me talk to my wife for a moment, please," I said stopping a foot from his chair. "What? "Just for a moment. I'll bring her right back and be out of your lives for good," I said. "Peyton, you have really done it this time..." "Des, if you have a little bit of feeling left for me, grant me these last few words. We'll just go outside for a few minutes, and then Jason can have you and you him forever," I said. My heart was beating so loud I was sure that they could hear it. I didn't want her to go to prison. I had to get her out of there." "You'll leave us alone and get on with your own life if I talk to you?" she said. "Yes." "And no more nonsense about the children?" "Yes." The two of them had to be true morons. It was so obvious that I was trying to separate them before something bad happened, but they didn't pick up on it. "Okay then," she said. She picked up her purse, I hadn't thought of that. She followed me out the entrance. It wasn't any too soon. Just as we cleared the door the cops, six of them, were entering. "Peyton, who are those men? Do you know anything about this?" She could see they were cops three of them were in uniform. "They're here to bust your lover. He's got drugs on him. You, being with him, would mean you'd be going down too. I just saved your ungrateful ass," I said. A minute later a cuffed and clearly distressed Jason Black was led out to a waiting patrol car. Desiree started to try and talk to him, but I held her back and kept her away. The cops knew he'd had company at the table, but he was the only one they had a warrant for, so they didn't pursue it. "You can go see him in the slam," I said. "But, probably not until tomorrow." "Where am I going to go! Peyton. I don't have a key to his place. I only have about twenty dollars; I'm broke. I gave Jason my check this month to help with some of the bills. Where am I going to go?" I looked at her with a knowing look. The asshole was a user and she didn't get it. I figured I already knew the answer to the next question I was going to ask, but I asked it anyway. "Where's your savings, Des. No money in checking. You've got an ATM card don't you? You used to," I said. "I closed my account, Peyton. I put my money in Jason's account too so he could have enough money to keep the gym open. He—we've—had problems," she said. "So, you really mean you're broke don't you," I said. I'd killed our credit cards and I knew she hadn't gotten a new one yet. "You can stay at the house, in the guest room if you want until your next paycheck. Other than that you're on your own." "With you? In the house?" She looked nervous, undecided. "I guess I have no choice, do I," she said. "You always a have a choice, Des. It's just you've been making some pretty bad ones lately. Make up your mind. I'm leaving." I turned and headed for my car. I heard her lurching after me in her high heels. I looked back at her. Gawd she was a beautiful woman. Tall and beautiful, and now, very unsure of herself in spite of her most recently found self-confidence. ****** It was Saturday morning, and the kids awoke to hearing their mother call them down to breakfast. It was not exactly a cheery scene, nor was it all that somber. It was—tentative. I was still getting ready. I came down to a quiet kitchen. The kids were eating. Desiree was sitting at the table with them sipping coffee. I waited outside the entry way for a moment to see if I could hear anything. "Mom, do you miss us?" said Charlie. He sounded hopeful. "Oh yes, my baby, I have missed you a lot," she said. "Then why did you move out with that bad man, mom," said Grace. "You wouldn't—oh, I don't know, Grace. I just don't know. Your father and I—well—I just don't know. I wish I did," she said. I entered. "Any coffee left?" I said. My wife—she was still my wife—got up and poured me a cup. "Thanks for letting me stay last night, Peyton. I just don't know what I'm going to do," she said. "You can stay here, Des, like I said until you can get some bucks together. We won't be throwing you out. But no boyfriends, especially that boyfriend, if he even makes bail," I said. I had a feeling that she was going to ask me to make his bail for him. I had no reason to feel so; it was just a—feeling. I decided to short shank any possibility of her asking me to help the bastard. "You may not talk to him on the phone, send him emails, nothing. If you're here you're here; if you're with him, you're gone. Are we clear?" She nodded. She was clearly conflicted, and I didn't give a good goddamn. I'd save my wife, but her boyfriend wouldn't be allowed to so much as to lick the ass of my dog—if I'd had a dog. "Want some toast and jam," she said. "I think there's some apricot jam in the frig." "That would be nice," I said. She got up and put the bread in the toaster and got out the jam and a spoon to spread it with. Her getting out the spoon brought back memories of better times. Why would getting out a spoon be anything special? Well, it wasn't really. It was just that most people spread their jam with a butter knife. But, Des had always done it with a spoon; it was her—our—thing; a little homey family thing. After breakfast, Des retired to her room. I almost went to her, but just outside the door I stopped. I could hear her crying inside. She was clearly trying to muffle it, but it was still audible. I left her alone and went to take care of the kids. Two days later, Monday morning, she got a call from the jail. It was him. Grace had picked it up and called her mother to the phone. As she approached, she saw me and hesitated. Her hands dropped to her side. I made a decision. "If you talk to him, you're gone," I said. She nodded and walked away. I took the phone. "Mr. Black. Desiree is staying here and she is forbidden to ever speak to you again, or she's gone from here...that's right...I know why you called, or I think I do, and you can forget it. You've taken all of her money and now you want to be bailed out, right?...no...not a chance...and lose this number." I hung up. My wife looked at me with tears in her eyes. "You really hate us don't you, Peyton?" "Who's us? He's not your husband I am. Deal with it," I said. Oh, how I had wanted to throw those words back at her, now I had. For some reason I didn't feel good about it. I wondered if she'd felt bad when she'd said it to me that day seemingly so long ago. "He's a human being, Peyton," she said. "Do you love him, Des. I mean really. He's exploited you, used you, and eventually he'd have dumped you just like he did his former girlfriend and his daughter. So I ask you again do you actually love this asshole?" She ran from the room. I was so mad. This woman was totally brainwashed by him. I couldn't believe it. What seemed so obvious to me apparently wasn't to her. I decided it was time to push my luck. I knocked gently on her door. "Come in," she said. I sat on the bed beside her. "He's going to prison, Des. You know that right. This is a zero tolerance state." "I know, I guess," she said. "It's just hard dumping on him when he's in trouble, especially when I know it is partly my fault," she said. "It wasn't your fault Des. You're a victim here. You just don't know it. The man's a criminal," I said. She started sobbing big time. I held her. It was the first time in quite a while that I had held her. It felt good. The problem is I wasn't sure why she was sobbing. Was it for me, her family, or for her lover? That was something I needed to get the answer to. The germ of an idea was coming to me. I just wasn't sure if I could get it done. It would cost me, probably, but it would also get me some answers, answers I absolutely had to have. I had the money; I was going to go for it. I called Clay and made an appointment. ****** "A test! A fucking test," said Clay. "Yeah, sorta," I said. "I gotta know, Clay. If she really is in love with that jerk, well—" "Well what you idiot. That guy is a bad guy. You need to rethink this. Jason Black is a thief and the worst kind of user I have ever seen. And, you want to throw a perfectly good woman at him in order to test her! You're outta your freakin' mind," said Clay. "Peyton, even if she is in love with the guy, she shouldn't be. You owe it to your kids not to let her get tangled up with the asshole," said Clay. "I'll be there, Clay, to keep things under control. He'll think he's getting a freebie, but I'll be there. It ain't gonna happen," I said. "Wait a minute. You ain't thinkin' of carrying are you? No guns, Peyton. I'll turn you in myself," said Clay. "No, no guns," I said. "I promise you that." Clay seemed to relax. My great granddad's long ago rep always gave people who knew about him pause when it came to seeing me upset or angry. ****** I had planed everything down to a gnat's eyelash. What could be anticipated had been. Now, I had but to put the ball in play. Desiree's car, unknown to her, had some new accessories: a GPS tracking system, a voice activated recorder, and a microphone capable of picking up clear dialog from fifty feet off, or delivering their words to the techno stuff in Rex's van. "Yes, I am serious. Bail him out; then, tell him he's history. That way you'll be able to unload this ridiculous guilt trip you've been laying on me and we can get back to living our lives as husband and wife," I said. "Remember, do not give him a ride to anywhere, don't agree to have a final drink with him, and don't even think about fucking him one final time. I will know if you do, and all bets will be off." "Peyton, I don't know what to say," said Des. "This is far more generous than I could have expected. I love you, Peyton, you're a good man." "I don't wanna be a good man; I want to be your only man," I said. "So let me be." She leaped into my arms and kissed me. "I'll be back as soon as I can," she said. Desiree and Peyton ****** Well, the Rubicon had been crossed. I'd let the horse out of the barn. Let the chips fall where they might. It was all systems go. In addition to the techno stuff I'd installed in her car. A very tiny, virtually invisible microphone was sewn into the lining of her purse. I was going to get every word she or he or anyone close to them said in the next while. As soon as her car pulled out and rounded the corner. I walked down the street to the car I'd rented and began to tail her. With the GPS tracker installed I didn't have to follow too closely behind. I knew exactly where she was, and I could even watch her car as it plied its way to the jailhouse. Knowing where she was going, I jumped ahead of her. I arrived before her by some five minutes. I parked where Rex had informed me that I might in order to get the best possible view of the place where those incarcerated were released. I sat back and relaxed. I knew it was going to take some time. ****** It took two hours before I saw them exiting the building. She led the way and seemed headed away from him when he called to her to wait. She stopped some twenty-five feet from him and waited. I could hear them. "Geezsus, woman," he said. "Can't I even thank you?" "No. Besides it's my husband you have to thank. He's the one with the cash, not me. You stole all of mine. This is the last time you'll see me. If you try to contact me again, you won't like what comes of it—believe me." "Not even a goodbye kiss?" he said smiling his most seductive, I thought. She'd begun walking away, but turned one last time and slowly raised her hand in front of her face and flipped him the bird. His face darkened. He strode toward her and slapped her—hard. I gunned the engine and screeched to a stop in front of them. I got out and charged the big man. He was surprised. I tackled him and he went down with a thud, me on top of him. He got up dusted himself off and looked at me standing there, a few feet away, ready to fight him. "Didn't get enough of me last time muthafuka," he said. They say overconfidence kills. He stood perfectly relaxed and still leering at me. I strode toward him and timed my steps perfectly. I shot a kick forward straight and true right at his knee cap. I heard it crack. He hit the ground like a sack of wet cement. "Have a nice day," I said, as I led my wife away to my car and home. I told her we would get her car later. "You hurt him bad, I think," said Desiree. "Yes, I hope so," I said. "Me too," she said. She was smirking and thinking thoughts I could not at that moment guess. "Peyton, I wish you hadn't given me the money to bail him out now." "I didn't give it to him. I gave it to you hoping you'd realize what a slimeball he is. I almost feel like thanking him for making it so obvious," I said. "Peyton, I've learned my lesson. You really are my man, my only man," she said. It was nice she remembered what I'd said. I was on the verge of giving us a strong possibility of making it. ****** The problem with guys like Jason Black is that they seldom reform. He jumped bail once again. The possibility of him going to prison for grand larceny was high, especially since he no longer had the money that he had stolen. Bad as all of that was; it was going to get worse, worse, that is, for us. It took the bail bondman a good two months to bring the bail jumper back. He was tried and convicted on multiple charges. But a liberal judge, with a heart of gold and less sense than god gave rocks, sentenced him to just two years in prison and restitution of all of the money he'd stolen, including the back child support he still owed. The judge reasoned that his victims could not expect repayment if he was in prison; hence, the light sentence. He was out in fourteen months. ****** Des was doing the dishes when she looked up and saw a man standing in the kitchen doorway. She screamed in surprise; it was Jason Black. "Hello gorgeous," he said, slowly and not smiling. "Miss me. I missed you. Not much puntang available in the joint." "Jason! What are you doing here? You can't be here. You've got to go. My husband will be here soon." She was talking a mile a minute. Her surprise had given way to fear and consternation. "Aw, come on sweet cheeks, give your old boyfriend a little kiss for old time's sake," he said. "No, Jason, it's over. You have to leave," she said. She was becoming desperate. "They can't find you here." "Who's they, Des? The police? They won't be looking here. I'm out legally. Got released the day before yesterday," said Jason. "Good behavior. But, today, I'm afraid I am going to be on my worst behavior. I just gotta do something about this penis of mine. It's kinda rusty from lack of use. Uh, you're gonna help me out aren't you." He began to laugh uncontrollably. He walked toward her, but stopped at the frig door. He opened it. Hmm, Miller, I do like your husband's taste," he said. He pulled out a beer, ripped off the cap and drank long and deep. "Oh yeah, it is definitely Miller time." "Let's go into the living room, sweet cheeks. We have some lost time to make up for, about fourteen months to be exact," he said. Desiree was backing up and away from him, but her movements were leading her to where he wanted her to be. She stopped when her legs backed into the couch. She looked down and realized that she was in a completely lost and hopeless situation. He came to her and ripped her blouse over her head. He gazed at her bra-clad breasts. He smiled. "The skirt, take it off," he said. "No!" she screamed. His hand was so quick she never saw it coming. The full force of his blow lifted her off of her feet; she crashed to the floor in a heap. "Don't tell me no. I'm not in the mood," he said softly. "Now, take off your skirt." Desiree knew she had no choice. She stripped off her skirt while still sitting on the floor. "The bra and panties too," he said. "You gonna me against my will, Jason. Not exactly what I envisioned for us in bygone days is it." she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "My husband told me I was a fool, and I was." His look terrified her. She stopped talking. Not wanting to waste any more time, Jason stripped off his own clothes and stood in front of her, sneering down at her. "You were too good for me last time we talked," he said. "But today you will please me. If you do a real good job, I may let your children live," he said. Her breath caught in her throat as her hand went to her mouth, the horror of her situation beginning to dawn on her. She was naked now and resigned to having him take her. She cried softly as he lowered himself to the floor and knelt before her. "Turn around and bend over," he said. "I'm going to take you from behind." She obeyed him mechanically, her body shaking from a combination of fear and shame. She felt him jab a finger then two into her anus. He was going to butt fuck her. She was almost glad. Maybe he wouldn't violate her pussy if he spent himself in her ass. She felt him spit on her crack and spread his spit around and inside of her trying to lubricate her back door. "This is going to be good," he said. "I hope you enjoy it." She actually had the thought that he meant what he said, but she pushed the thought aside; she was being violated and there was no other word for it. He began to push and pull. The head of his cock was inside of her. Little by little he continued to go deeper and deeper. Some minutes later he was all the way in and began to screw her. It hurt her and she squealed repeatedly in pain, but nothing was going to stop him. Finally she felt him stiffen and shudder; he came inside of her. He shrank and his cock withdrew from her insides. She collapsed on her side and hugged herself in a fetal position. "Not bad you fucking whore. Now you're going to suck me off," he said. "Get up on your knees." She slowly obeyed him. But too slowly, he kicked her in the stomach driving her back into the couch. She vomited. He threw her her skirt and told her to clean herself up with it. "The floor too," he said. She did as he told her. "Now, get over here and suck my cock, and I better the hell enjoy it." She moved to him and took his cock in her hand. She could smell her own anal aroma on him. She took it into her mouth and began to do him. She decided that she wanted him to cum. She did not want him in her vagina, and if she could dry up his supply of sperm maybe she could at least deny him that. It was her way of fighting back. As a weak woman, it was her only weapon against the powerful male. He came violently ten minutes later. She swallowed all of his seed. He fell to his knees spent himself. "I'm gonna get dressed," he said, "but you're going to remain naked. Your husband will be here soon if my information is correct, and I want him to have no doubt about what we did. Oh, and yes, I know where your children are too," he said, laughing. Kelly cringed in fear and self-loathing. ****** Since Desiree had not been tied to him officially, we were not apprised of Jason Black's release date or we might have taken precautions. This proved to be pivotal. I got off at 4:00PM as usual. I parked in the garage using the garage door opener to enter, gathered my briefcase, and went into house through the kitchen door. Entering I pulled a beer out of the refrigerator and headed for the living room. I stopped cold. "What the fuck!" Sitting on the couch was my beautiful wife, naked as the day she was born. She was sniffling. The side of her face was swelling, no doubt from being struck by the man sitting beside her. It was Jason Black. He was holding a gun to her head. "Yes, yes," said Jason. "I've already fucked her once, that's all that I've had time for so far." My thoughts went to my kids. They were at the school carnival. They'd be home at around six. The neighbors were slated to bring them back. I had to think of something, but thinking was at a premium at that moment. "Whaddya want, Jason? There isn't any money of consequence here, and it looks like you've already raped my wife. So why don't you get the fuck outta here before the cops arrive." My mouth was cashing check that my bank was not going to honor. But, cowering in front of the likes of this asshole was not an option. And, I had to get him away from Desiree and within my reach, talk about wishful thinking. I was depending on his arrogance to give me my shot. The big black rose and strode toward me; he had a noticeable limp, but he moved quickly. I felt no fear, not for myself. But, I was very concerned about Des. At least I'd forced him to leave her side. He stopped in front of me. "Remember the last time we saw each other, fuckwad," he said. I looked at him, staring. I know he could smell my hate. "Yeah, I remember. You tried to take me out again, but I put 'you' down. Why don't you put that gun away and let's see who's got what today," I said. "To easy, fuckwad. I'm gonna hurt yuh. I'm gonna hurt your whole family," he said, caressing my face with the barrel of his nine-millimeter. Well, there it was. He was after Desiree and the kids. I had no choice and no margin for error. I had to take him out with my first strike. Of course to do it I had to break rule number one: never argue with a guy who's got a gun. As he continued to outline my jaw with the barrel of the gun. I deliberately made my eyes dart toward Desiree on the couch twenty feet distant. When I did that, for the briefest of moments he glanced her way too. That was his mistake. I ripped the gun up, down, around, reversing it towards him. It went off. He looked surprised. He face formed a question he never uttered. He melted to the floor trying to talk, but no noise was forthcoming from him. His eyes glazed over and became sightless in death. Desiree screamed. "Oh my god, Peyton, you've killed him." "Apparently," I said. I took two steps toward the chair to my right and fell into it. I looked over at my naked wife. Desiree came to me and collapsed into my lap. Her sobbing was out of control. I let her cry. I had no energy to move. I had just killed a man. In self-defense, but I'd killed him all the same. I was sick. Some minutes later, Desiree began to calm down. "Honey," I said, "get some clothes on. I have to call the police." She looked at me as though not comprehending, but she finally got up. She moved as in slow motion. "Okay," she said. She went to the couch and retrieved her clothes. I pulled out my cell and dialed 911. The police were all over the place within minutes. Desiree and I just sat still on the couch answering questions put to us by the detective. ****** The kids arrived just as the last of the police were leaving the scene. The body of the late bodybuilder was being wheeled out as the neighbors, open mouthed, led them to our door. Needless to say, the events of that afternoon, sans the details of Desiree's rape at the hands of the asshole, were told and retold in the coming weeks. I was at the Rusty nail a week later and Sonia pulled up a bar stool next to me. "I guess it's my turn to buy," she said. I smiled. "I never turn down a freebie," I said laughing. "Hear you're a hero," said Sonia. "Yeah, a real hero," I said, the sarcasm streaming from my tone. "You did take down an armed assailant," she said. "Yeah, I guess. It was either that or get killed myself. He left me no choice," I said. "Hmm, nevertheless. How's it going with Des?" "Good, finally. We've got it together, and she understands the meaning of family better now than she did. We're working it out. We're okay," I said. We talked for a little while, and I headed home to the little woman and what promised to be a good evening. As for Desiree, for weeks she was beside herself. She was finally realizing that she had almost ruined her life and all of ours by trading us in for the glitzy words of a smooth operator. She apologized so often for nearly fucking up all of our lives that I had to actually get angry at her to make her stop. Let the past bury the past, I told her, and she finally did. She's free of her demons now, and I am as certain as it is possible to be that she will never stray again. The future looks good for us. At some point we met Audrey Mapes, Mr. Black's former girlfriend and common law wife. Black didn't have much, but he evidently did have a house. I had Clay work out a settlement with the Mr. America pageant that left her $100,000 after all of his debts were resolved and paid. She spent half a morning thanking me, and Clay of course, for all of our help. Looking at her and her little girl, I felt good about having done it. The End Desiree Wants Sex AND Love Desiree Baxter walked out of her fourth relationship in eight years on the eve of her 28th birthday fed up, determined to enter a convent although she wasn't sure they accepted agnostics. The problem was men only wanted to fuck her; she wanted them to also love her. Was that too much to ask? Apparently. Oh, each one of those four men – and some others in between the gaps – had been great a fucking but they tended to only love their moms, their cars and themselves. Desiree loved to fuck too, but after gushing fluid she found herself looking for more. A cuddle would be nice rather than 'him' reaching for the newspaper or actually leaving her to watch from mindless game of football on the idiot box. She knew was love was all about; she read about it in weepy paperbacks and had her heart wrenched and elated watching it in eye-dabbing films. She classified herself as an incurable romantic without really knowing what that meant. A feeling similar to orgasm perhaps? Her mom loved serving her daddy her meals, even after all these years. Was that love? Difficult to tell – her mom adored to cook. She was sure that it wasn't love her father had for those sluts he and Toby Winters took up to Toby's mountain cabin. Two days later, living briefly with her parents who really did appear to live separate lives, Desiree moved into a room in Agnes Browns' small apartment. The first night they mixed some martinis and ended up crying over Desiree's dilemma, Agnes pontificating that it really wasn't a dilemma because no man was worth loving; she'd found love in the arms of a co-worker, Maddy. "But you'll never meet Maddy – we are just so secretive." Two weeks later Agnes said, "I'm going home on Friday afternoon for the weekend. Want to come?" "No," Desiree sighed, "I'll just get my nails done." "You're coming with me, and that's that," Agnes said firmly, almost aggressively, making Desiree conclude Agnes wore the strap-on when she was with Maddy. They went to King Springs, a small resort serving town. The Brown's house was actually a cottage, a very pretty one, painted beautifully with climbing roses over the entrance. Claire and Henry Brown came out to greet them warmly, followed by Agnes's brother Clive, assistant general manager at the Kings Springs Country Club, who scowled at Desiree but managed a smile when attempted to break her fingers in the greeting handshake. Agnes and Desiree were to share a room, single beds Desiree hoped. Brother and sister went off with the bags and as the pleasantries with the parents commenced Desiree cringed, hearing Clive shout, "Why did you have to bring frigid face with you and have me thrown out of my room?" "Because I'm entitled to friends and anyway, have you noticed the tits?" "Yeah, but I don't even like giving up my room for a decent pair of handgrips." "You're foul." "You're gay." Mrs Brown sighed, "Oh dear, the settling in period, in a couple of hours it will be normal between those two again. Clive is convinced Agnes is having it off with women at her workplace. Have you seen them in action?" "She's never had another woman in the apartment during my time there and I have my own room." "Oh, thank goodness for that, but on the other hand perhaps it's safer these days woman with woman." "It's bloody unnatural if you ask me," grunted Mr Brown lifting down his newspaper a little. "No-one is asking you, dear. Agnes says you compose the wording for advertisements." "Yes, I do work in an ad agency as creative director." "Is that above the person who writes the words." "A little," Desiree smiled. "I love your cottage; it's so beautifully looked after. A prime place." "That's lovely of you to say so. Here come the kids. Open the wine, Henry." Clive entered behind Agnes and immediately eyed Desiree's breasts which told her he'd lied to his sister and hadn't noticed them. What a typical male cheat. "Oliver's calling in for a drink," he grunted. Agnes rolled her eyes and referred to him as Dolly Ollie, She said in a loud whisper to Desiree, "He's sex mad; will do anything on two legs." "How is it he's missed me," giggled her mother. Everyone laughed. "The truth is he doesn't much like women; we think he's gay," said Mrs Brown. "You guys don't know what you're talking about," Clive snorted. "He often takes out one of his sister's friends. Just because he doesn't shaft them on the first date doesn't mean he's gay." They heard a motor-cycle draw up. The door opened and a shaggy blond guy with misty blue eyes and a great tan said, "Hi everyone. Spare a drink for a thirsty guy?" Desiree emitted a secret sigh and squeezed her thighs together; if she was going to be fucked this weekend she hoped it would be this guy; he was gorgeous. Fleetingly she prayed he wasn't gay and would notice her. The guy ought to be in films. Harry stood and held out a glass of wine. At that moment Ollie saw Desiree. He was looking at a slim and stylish vision with fair hair and intensely green eyes, wide mouth and cute smile. "Ohmigod." Desiree's cheeks flamed and because of the intensity of the way he said that, spilled her drink. Mrs Brown fussed off to fetch a cloth. "She's my friend Desiree. Desiree this is Oliver Roth," Agnes said. "Everyone calls him Ollie. Go sit beside her, Ollie." "No, sit with me, Ollie," Clive countered. Mrs Brown who'd finished wiping threw Clive the cloth and told him to take it to the kitchen. While he did that Ollie chose to sit beside Desiree. As his clothing brushed against her she felt a surge of something zap between them; she felt her bra tighten which never happened until the start of foreplay. She knew she was imagining these reactions but wallowed in the delicious thoughts. She'd fuck this guy anytime soon and no, he didn't have to love her. She became aware that he'd been talking to her. "Pardon me, Ollie, I misplaced my hearing. What was that?" "You misplaced your hearing?" Ollie grinned. He leaned forward and whispered, "You're not one of Agnes' lesbian friends are you?" The look of sheer shock on Desiree's face produced a hastily whispered apology. Angrily she whispered, "If you admit to being gay leave my side this instant." He grinned: "You appear to have very nice breasts; perhaps sometime I will have the privilege of assessing what else you've got that makes you attractive to men." Mrs Brown asked what they were whispering about. "Ollie is sympathizing with me spilling my drink and was rude enough to ask how old I was and were I a sales clerk." "Ollie, how rude. Please apologize to our guest this instant." "It's all right, Mrs Brown," Desiree lied. "He's already done that and invited me out to dinner." "What tonight?" Clive barked. "Whatever – tonight or tomorrow night." "It will have to be tomorrow night – we are joining the guys for dinner and then going bowling." Desiree said that was fine, she and Agnes would go out for dinner and then bowling where they might meet some nice guys. "You mean girls," Clive jeered. "No guys," Desiree said, staring him down. She noticed Mrs Brown looking at her very keenly. "Would you like to join us, Mrs Brown?" "No, you two youngsters go out an enjoy yourselves." Desiree said she wouldn't go unless Mr and Mrs Brown joined them. "I'm watching Friday night football." "Oh God, I'll join you girls, but only for dinner and bowling. Call me Claire, dear." The women were leaving the bowling centre when Ollie came over to them and said something weird to Desiree about wanting the opportunity to carr out the assessment. It sounded suspicious but neither mother nor daughter looked certain. "Okay, I'm staying on to talk to Ollie." The Browns said goodnight after Claire told Desiree where to find the key to the front door. The guys completed their last game and Ollie and Desiree left them drinking. "Want to grope on a park bench or in my recreation vehicle?" "The RV." "Do you mind going there on the back of a motor-cycle?" "No, providing you ride carefully." "Oh, I always ride carefully," he said, flashing his teeth to ensure she got the message. The sight of Desiree's hot cheeks gave him the answer. They rode off on the lightweight 125cc motor-cycle that is carried on the cargo rack of the RV. The RV was far from being a road giant, but it was comfortable. The offer of wine was refused so they began kissing, easy, no hurry, as if time was standing still for them. After a while their tongues touched so she dug a hand into his shirt, indicating he was free to roam, which he did. "God, what a great rack." Desiree groaned and pushed her chest hard against his hand, spouting her nipples into something he could get his teeth around when ready. Soon they were uncovered and he was licking. Her hand wandered and lightly brushed an under-the-trousers erection that was anything but modest in size. He groaned and that tingled her, everywhere. "You're going to be beautiful to fuck." Her mind whirled like the display of a slot machine. Desiree resisted the urged to throw her legs wide; she did like this slow work-up. He could take forever as long as he finished the job with a bang. She felt him undo the button of her skirt and pull the zip, and then he slid off the sofa on to his knees, taking her skirt with him, she'd lifting her hips in anticipation. "Thigh highs – I love stockings," he murmured, licking their tops while probably inhaling her. She knew she was wet. Ollie pulled her panties aside and breathed on to her, making her squirm and to fight from breaking into excited panting – no need to excite him. "This is beautiful, created by an artistic engineer in human anatomy striving for perfection," he burbled. Lies, of course, but she did think her vulva was pretty cool. At that accolade she broke out into a pant. "You're sounding as if you really want something," he said, flicking his tongue along her slit. She grabbed behind his head and pulled. "Ah, he called – you want me right inside it. Then I best summons my specialist assistant." Pinching her nipples Desiree moaned and gushed. The tease; he was driving her insane. Fortunately for her soundness of mind, he was up and pumping inside a minute. "Christ, you're tight." Another lie, but she loved it. "I can feel your juices running over my nuts." "I hope they don't go rusty," she joked, and then wailed into another small ejaculation. He worked out what was happening. "Keep them small, save the big one to come with daddy." She went wild, hugging him, biting his chest, clamping her cunt around him as tightly as possible. "Fuck, already," he roared. "I'm about to blow." She lay back on the sofa, slinging her legs around his shoulders, releasing pressure on him but it was too late. However, that allowed him to press a finger against her butt hole. "Eek!" she yelled, breaking into pulsating jerks of the body. "AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!," he yelled. "Keep it in me," she screamed, realizing they hadn't had a pre-fuck discussion. They were fools but there you gom lust can override safety considerations. Their ejaculations over-lapped and they collapsed into a heaving, sweating heap. Ollie bit her breasts gently saying, "These are lovely but one would expect that on one as lovely as you." She gasped, but said nothing, not wanting to spoil the magic of the moment. Men found it difficult to talk intimately, more so after intimate moments, that is, in her experience. They were still panting. "Stay here, tonight. I want to hold you all night. We'll shower in the morning, then fuck, and then have breakfast before I return you to your hosts." "Very well, I'd love that." He carried her to bed. She awoke some hours later and returning from the bathroom began licking him into an erection. "Is it morning?" "No, go to sleep; I'm just having a play. She played until she had a mouthful of cum. He was pretending to be asleep because when she sat up she could see the whites of teeth. A tongue in her cunt awoke Desiree at dawn. - - - A week after that hot night, Desiree introduced Ollie to a modelling agency and tests were done. He was called in to sign an exclusive contract and upon hearing that Desiree insisted on accompanying him. When Ollie reached for the pen Desiree called a halt in proceedings. "First, please show us some of the prints and then one of the screen tests; we're not particular what you give us to view." That took less than fifteen minutes. "Treble that signing on offer and reduced the agency commission to 25 percent or we're not signing," she said. The agency head laughed and Ollie looked as if Desiree had turned into a career assassin. "I'm not joking," Desiree said. "Nor am I. Are you in agreement, team?" The male and female assistants nodded to Josephine Carter, principal of one of the country's top model agencies. "See you at the next party, Jo-Jo. I've never known you to let hot property slip through your fingers. There always has to be a first time. Come on Ollie, say goodbye to Mrs Carter, Maxine and Clay." Josephine actually allowed the door to close before she set Clay after them. At this stage Ollie was asking why Desiree had wrecked his career before it had started. "What's so different about their film test and photos and the photos in my portfolio?" he protested. "Your stills were taken by a commercial specialist – a tired guy who does that job day after day. Jo-Jo uses Ana Jacobson, one of the top professionals for capturing the look. When Jo-Jo dollies up that presentation and puts it out national and international makers of sports equipment, motor-cycles, racing bicycles and hot cars and SUV's will lick their lips and tell their marketing team, "Let's book this guy, he's hot." "Guys," Clay called, catching up with them at the elevators. "Mrs Carter would like another word." They signed at 2.5 times the original offer; Desiree thought in the interests of goodwill they should allow Jo-Jo to squeeze back a little. Ollie and Desiree's relationship blossomed as their workloads kept them apart quite a bit, providing many happy reunions after such spells. They settled into a small, elegant city apartment and at weekends either went off on the RV or to their retreat overlooking the golf course at King Springs, where Ollie's best buddy Clive was now resort manager. The day Clay was told his gross earnings had topped $1 million in bookings he arrived home with a ring. Desiree accepted Ollie's proposal because she was left with no other choice: she knew he loved her, absolutely. Desiree had began loving him the day after their first night together when he called three times, just to say hello. A man who does that is worth having, she'd concluded. THE END Desiree's Aural/Oral Lesson If this story pleases you, send me an encouraging email and I will continue the storyline. This is a work of original fiction. Do not copy it or use it without the express written permission of the author. Enjoy. – moreau * * * * * "Omigosh, we're gonna have sex talk? A sex talk!!" Desiree gripped the teddy bear tighter around its middle as she squealed out the words, and I wished for a few moments that I could be that teddy. How I ended up sitting in a 22 year-old's college apartment started innocently enough. I suggested to Desiree, a former high school student of mine, that I visit her as she was completing her university's teacher training program. Having recently broken up with her boyfriend, Desiree said that seeing a familiar face would be "just the cheer up she needed." Plus, I volunteered to show her a few teaching tricks for a mock lesson she was preparing for presentation. When Desiree answered the door, I wasn't quite prepared for the transformed filipina beauty who greeted me. She smiled broadly, dazzling white teeth against tanned skin, and flung herself around my neck before I could offer her my hand to shake. Definitely not the restrained, shy girl whose simmering eyes and pencil nibbling tricks had distracted me an entire year of 11th grade English. In addition to the crush of her breasts against my chest, I was nearly smothered by a strong strawberry fragrance from her hair. Her long chestnut colored hair was gathered up in a tight ponytail with a black scrungee. I hadn't seen Desiree in nearly five years, so her enthusiastic greeting caught me off guard. I relaxed and enjoyed her fragrant embrace. Our cheeks touched – it was very sweet hug. Since it was a Southern California summer day, I was wearing athletic shorts and tennis shoes. Desiree's outfit was too cute. Blue cotton velour shorts that barely covered her butt cheeks and knee-high athletic socks with a matching blue piping that made her toned legs look nice and long. Desiree's olive sun-drenched skin made her stunning filipina features even more exotic. She wore a pale blue t-shirt that rounded out the sporty look, although those shorts spelled out "playmate" more than "play ball." "You look great, Desiree." Like a filipina Carmen Electra. "And you, too, Mr...." "Ah, it's Peter now. We're not in 11th grade English any more, are we?" "Definitely not. Can I pour you some wine?" Here was further proof that we were in a space far away from my 11th grade class. "Sure, pour away." We chatted in her living room like old friends. The wine poured and the conversation flowed. About how my English class was her favorite in high school, about how the other filipina girls would gossip about me. Desiree confessed she once confided in a friend how much she enjoyed my class, and then she was teased mercilessly as "teacher's pet" and that "stupid filipina girl with a crush on her teacher." At least that explained the mystery of why she suddenly stopped participating in class much. "So what's the rest of your place look like?" "Have you had enough wine?" Desiree asked. "Very nice, a little buzz going, too." "Me, too," she giggled. We both stood, me a little wobbly. "Let me show you my room and you tell me about treaching ticks." "Treaching what?" "Oh, no, no, no, teaching, I meant teaching." Desiree reached out and grabbed my arm and covered her mouth with her other hand, laughing at her own word salad. "Treaching?" I repeated. "You gonna be gate treacher soon like me?" Desiree bent her head down and laughed at my teasing, and in tossing her head back up, struck me on the side of the face with her whipping ponytail. "Ouch! Is this one of those filipina martial arts moves I've heard about?" In response, Desiree ducked behind me and started pushing my shoulder blades, pushing me, towards her bedroom. "My wine – I want my wine." "Walk forward," she ordered, "it's safer in front of me. I'll get your wine." I resisted her pushing, but her hands were firm, the slender fingers pushing against my shoulders and also feeling at the same time. "Gosh, Peter, you work out or what? You have a nice muscles in your back, and look at those legs..." Desiree caught herself and stopped mid-sentence. I liked the praise, who wouldn't? I found myself shoved into her room while Desiree went back for the wine. Her room was little girl innocence all the way. Pastel colored comforter, frilly throw pills and too many stuffed animals. I noticed a corkboard with what looked like samples of her college papers pinned to it. When I got closer I noticed that it was a collage of essays and creative writing pieces that Desiree penned in my 11th grade English class. I looked over my hand-written comments to make sure they stood the test of time: "Your perceptions are far more mature what I usually see in Junior Honors English – you are a keen and mature observer of human nature." "Don't look at those," Desiree suddenly reappeared with our two wine glasses, setting them down on her nightstand. Was that panic in her voice? I continued to look over her papers. Wait a sec. Someone had written something in response to my comment. I began reading, "I am mature enough to see in you..." "NO!" Desiree inserted herself between me and the corkboard. "You can't read that! Sit over there!" I was getting used to all the commands. It was bossy and charming at the same time. "Where?" "Next to Boo" she pointed at her bed. "Boo who?" "Boo, brown bear on my pillow." "Which one is Boo? The bed's got a whole zoo on it." "Oh, PETER!" Desiree forcefully pushed against my chest, driving me backward toward her full-size bed and away from her secret corkboard shrine, or whatever it was. I kicked off my tennis shoes and sat on her bed. "Is this a safe distance?" "That's just fine. Sit there. These are personal property," referring to the papers. "So, what's going on, Desiree?" I leaned back on my elbows, ready to change the topic. My legs were tanned and toned from so many century bike rides. I caught Desiree's eyes give my thighs a once over before she plopped herself down on the bed in a hurdler's stretch. That's one leg straight out, the other with the heel pointed inward towards her crotch. I glanced at her too brief shorts and could almost see her private parts. It was a hot view of a hottie. "Well, Peter, my boyfriend just broke up with me." "He broke it off?" "Yeah, I got dumped." "He should have his head examined..." "Well, maybe we weren't good so together. He wanted me to do things and I just couldn't." "Oh." At least she's still a virgin I thought. "Did he want you to sell Boo on ebay or something?" "Always so funny." Desiree gave my thigh a playful slap. Her burgundy-colored nail job matched that the shade of her lipstick. Such sensual lips. "No, no, no," she added, giving my thigh three little pats with each "no." She rested her fingertips on my thigh, and I was suddenly aware that I'd come to half staff, a tent forming in my black shorts. I turned towards Desiree on the bed and leaned on one elbow. Maybe she wouldn't notice my forming erection in this position. "It was personal stuff I couldn't do." "Okay, I give – what was it?" I asked, Desiree now drawing very small circles on my thigh. "Gosh, I don't even talk to girlfriends about this." I reached across Desiree, my entire chest sliding across hers briefly, to take a sip from my wine glass on her nightstand. It was a bold move and Desiree didn't push me away. I slid back to my position. "What's wrong with your girlfriends?" "They all know each other, and they know Tony..." "Your ex?" "My ex. And anything I say gets back to them." "I got it. You remember how in 11th grade everything I told everyone that their papers were confidential?" "Yes, I remember." "Okay, so you can tell me whatever it is, and it stays between you and me. Same confidentiality. You'll feel better once you get it off your chest, AND your friends will never know what you told me." "Omigosh, we're gonna have a sex talk? A sex talk!!" Desiree gripped Boo and bounced on the bed in excitement. "Okay, omigosh, okay. I've been dying to talk to someone. Here goes..." Desiree repositioned herself on her elbow, mimicking my posture. Those pouty filipina lips began to flutter and her story came out. "Tony said I just wasn't sexy enough." There was hurt in her voice. "We'd have sex and he'd say things to me I thought were gross, and I told him that. So last time he said one of those things, I said to him 'I won't do that,' and he said to me, 'So forget you,' and he left and that was it." "Didn't you love him?" "Well, maybe,...I don't know. No, when he left I was glad." "But what did he say that annoyed you?" "This is so hard for me." "Trust me, Desiree, once you say it and we get it out in the open..." "I just can't." "Here's what we'll do. Turn your head away from me and tell Boo what he said to you." Desiree turned on her stomach, then turned her head away from me and toward Boo. "Suck my dick." While she had turned away, I had a second to rearrange my growing package in my shorts. Hearing Desiree finally confess to Boo made my cock take another leap. Desiree turned back to me. "I'm a nice girl...I don't say things like that. Plus, Tony was always drunk when we were together, and I don't think he even remembered what we did half the time. One time he peed outside my door and then laughed. It was so gross." Desiree scissored her legs in the air, then crossed her ankles above her butt, hugging Boo and waiting for me to weigh in. "Your ex made a mistake by being a disgusting drunk," I admitted. "But that sex talk stuff – when you're ready for it, it's like riding a wonderful wave at the beach. It's very powerful. But instead of looking at it as dirty words, you have to look at the feelings behind the words. They are like a love potion." "Really?" "So powerful, when you start sometimes, it's difficult to stop saying them because they make love-making even stronger and more meaningful." Desiree started tracing little designs on Boo's tummy with her index finger. Maybe it was nervousness, or maybe she was gathering her courage. It was sweet. "More meaningful?" "Yeah, well, look at those Junior English papers on your wall. Imagine if I could have read your responses to my comments, and then after I wrote back to you, you could have written to me again. Think of how powerful a bond that would have been to exchange those ideas." "Peter, can I ask you a huge favor?" "Go ahead." "Could we, like, practice saying those words and things. If you say it isn't dirty but just sexy, I believe you. What you say about making the feelings more powerful by saying them, that makes sense to me. You were so right." "About what?" "If I had the courage to give you my paper back with what I had written on it, we could have worked through some stuff and I wouldn't have sat so quiet in your class." "Now we have a chance, Desiree," not quite sure what "stuff" we needed to work through back in 11th grade. "So how do I say these things?" "First off, let me ask you..." I wanted her to see my face as a picture of calm. "...Do you enjoying sucking a guy?" My heart was pounding as I asked the question. "Well, yes." "So how do you put it into words?" "Peter, why you keep asking questions. Come on, just tell me and I'll do it." Bingo! Those were the magic words I'd been waiting to hear. "Say, 'I enjoy sucking cock.'" Desiree turned her head away and mumbled something to Boo. Lucky bear, I thought, but your luck is now going to run out and mine is going to begin. I reached over and gave Desiree a smack on her adorable ass. "Hey!" She turned toward me. "Again" I ordered. In very slow, measured words, she said "I enjoy sucking the cock." Except she said them staring straight ahead, looking at Boo. "That's good, but Boo won't say anything back. And, anatomically speaking, he can't react." Desiree laughed and poked Boo in the stomach with her finger. "Desiree, look me in the eye and say 'I enjoy sucking cock.' As long as it's true, you'll start feeling more power from saying those words, almost right away." I didn't have a clue what the fuck I was talking about. Teacher? Sex guru? This was fun. "Okay, Peter, I enjoy sucking the cock." Our eyes connected and I was feeling something powerful, and that something was growing in my shorts by the second. "Say, 'Put your cock in my mouth.'" "Put your cock in my mouth." "Say, 'Fuck my mouth, please.'" "Fuck my mouth, please." "Pretty please with sugar on it." "Peter, fuck my sugar mouth please, pretty please fuck it with the sugar." We both laughed at that one. Desiree reached over and started running her fingertip on my upper arm. Some tension had been broken, a line had been crossed, and now we were moving forward. "How would you do it?" "Excuse me?" I asked. "If you wanted me to do those things...I mean, could we practice saying those things and, I don't know..." "You want to play act out the words," I said with a calm face, as the blood rushed into my groin. "Well, yeah. I want to feel that power but I don't yet. If we rehearsed the love potion words they would have that meaning you were talking about." I always enjoyed a student who could twist around my own ideas and suggestions and impale me on them. Especially this idea. "All right. When you sucked your ex, where did it happen?" "He'd just lay on the bed and I'd do it." "Okay, so here's what we'll do." I grabbed hold of Desiree's finger that had never stopped teasing my arm, and she immediately responded by interlocking with my fingers. "You'll kneel on the bed in front of me, I'll stand up, and we'll practice our new phrases and vocabulary in a sexy new position. No one will ever say you aren't sexy again. Is that what you want?" Desiree nodded and did as she was told, kneeling on the bed, her knees close together and her feet primly crossed beneath her butt. I could see all the action in a large mirror over her dresser, directly across from the bed. The placement of the mirror was perfect to view the action on the bed. "I'll stand up and begin..." and as I said the words, I began to lose my balance in the soft mattress and fall backwards. "Whoops!" Desiree grabbed for the backs of my legs, allowing herself a good feel while I regained myself. She pulled me close, then scooted herself forward so that her knees were only two inches from my feet. She looked up at me and smiled. Her mouth was level with my crotch, and when she looked straight ahead, a well-pitched tent of black athletic shorts was just inches from her pouty lips. I knew she wasn't embarrassed because she ran her hands up my calves and the backs of my legs, perhaps daring the tent to pitch even further out. "You love to suck cock, is that right?" "Yes." "So say it." "I love to suck cock," and she said it smiling. But you haven't done it that much." "Not much." "So tell me what you want now." "Oh no, Peter, I cannot say it." I grabbed Desiree's head with both my hands and pressed her cute Asian nose into the obvious outline of my rock-hard dick. "Say it!" "Uhhhhhhh, I want the cock in my mouth...now." I could smell her excitement mix with her strawberry hair fragrance. The result was a perfume that was irresistible. "But I want you to put your hands behind your back, and when I think you're sincere about sucking my cock, I may let you suck it. I may even fuck your mouth if you ask for it the right way." Desiree paused. "Please let me suck the cock." "You want my hot, hard cock in your filipina mouth. You have to say it." "I want it. I really want your cock." "Your hands aren't behind your back. Are you going to be my bitch?" "Yes, whatever you say." Desiree put her hands behind her back, and this naturally pushed her breasts out against her t-shirt. "Say, 'I'll be your filipina bitch.'" "Omigod, Peter, I can feel that power now." "Say the words." "Peter, I'm your filipina bitch." "What else?" "You see these lips. These lips were made to suck your cock. Please take your cock and put it into my mouth." "If you want me to fuck that nasty filipina mouth, you have to let your hair down so I know you're ready to get wild." As excited as she was, Desiree took her time reaching upward and removing her scrungee. Her chestnut hair fell straight down her back, nearly to her waist. She shook it out and that strawberry fragrance wafted upwards. I was beginning to wonder how far this dirty talking would go, when Desiree reached up to the waistband of my shorts with both hands and yanked downwards. My Jockey athletic "sling" couldn't conceal my entire hard-on, but Desiree was still pulling my shorts down my legs. I lifted my feet and Desiree slid the shorts off. Now I waited for Desiree to look up again to see my achingly hard cock rising up and out of my tight, white Jockeys. What she did was put her hands behind her back again so we could resume our game. "Do you see something you'd like in your mouth?" "Ooooooh, yes, Peter, I'm waiting. Don't tease me so." "Let's see your tits." Desiree crossed her arms and pulled her t-shirt off in one smooth gesture. Her perky tits didn't need a bra and she wasn't wearing one. "Do you like these tits?" she added, clearly getting the point of our dialog. "Desiree, it would be so hot if you were kneeling in front of me with nothing on but a thong and a smile on your face." "If I take off these socks and my shorts, I want you to take your cock out and play with it." "You want me to jerk my cock for you?" Desiree answered by rolling off the bed to strip off her socks, then her shorts. Under those blue velour shorts was a black thong. Her flawless olive skin was only interrupted by that tiniest piece of black butt floss. "Crawl back on the bed and kneel in front of me, you hot filipina bitch." "Let me see your cock. I want it NOW," and the "now" sounded more like a cat yowling in heat. I stripped off my Jockey sling and licked my hand for lubrication. I gently rolled the tip of my cut cock with my saliva-lubricated palm. I was already oozing precum. Desiree crawled back on the bed, this time more than a foot away from me, giving her a greater chance to arch her back. To steady herself, she rested her hands on my thighs, gently scratching my quadriceps for more tease value. "Show me where you want my cock." Desiree removed one hand from my thigh and gestured into her mouth with her index finger. With my right hand wrapped around my rock-hard meat, I placed my left hand on Desiree's head. Her mouth opened and I slipped my tip inside her mouth. She sucked greedily, her cheeks dimpling. She pulled her head off. "More, fuck my mouth MORE!" This time I grabbed two handfuls of hair and plunged my cock in as far as her throat would allow it. I was surprised that there wasn't any gagging, and what's better, with most of my dick in her mouth, Desiree looked up at me with pure lust in her eyes. I pulled back and my dick popped out of her mouth. "Don't stop. I want more." "More what?" "More COCK!" she begged. "I want you to wrap your hand around my cock and jerk it in your mouth you sexy little bitch. But tell me more how much you want it. That's so sexy." "Please, Peter, fuck your bitch's mouth. I jerk you in my mouth." Desiree reached up and wrapped her hand around my cock for the first time. "Make a mess, Desiree." Some girls have good cock sense. They know when to suck and when to stroke. Desiree was a great natural talent. Whatever part of her mouth wasn't hoovering my slick shaft, her hand was stroking back and forth in perfect time with her head bobbing. Her head came forward and her hand went to the base of my shaft. Her head went back and her hand slid forward, perfect pressure all the way. At one point, she brought her other hand up and started fondling my balls. Fondling became light scratching. She reached past my balls and tickled my perineum. Desiree's Aural/Oral Lesson I turned to the mirror at that moment to check it out. Would it look as good as it felt? My filipina hottie was on her knees in just a black thong, ass stuck out and sucking and stroking for all she was worth. A string of saliva leaked out of her mouth and fell off her chin, but she didn't miss her rhythm. The string waved off her chin as she kept bobbing. I wasn't going to hold out much longer. "Ohhhhhhh, should I cum on those tits?" "Mmmmmmmmmm" she hummed along my shaft. She looked up at me with just the tip of my cock in her mouth. Her hand slid forward and she lifted my cock straight up, now licking my balls. In the mirror I caught Desiree's tongue flicking out and painting my balls with her wet tongue flicks. She placed both hands on either side of my shaft, then rubbed rapidly, as if trying to start a fire. "Ummmmmmm, you fuck my mouth, now you got to cum in it." I pulled Desiree's hair up, and her back straightened enough so that she was mouth level with my cum cannon. She got the idea that I was close to finishing. "Jerk it off into your mouth...I'm about to cum." "Oooooooo, yessss, I suck you off now," and Desiree wrapped one hand around my shaft while the other squeezed my balls. I pulled her hair back some and she smiled up at me, her mouth now at a perfect angle to receive my nearly exploding manhood. "Your cock...in my mouth...cum in my mouth...I want it," she continued. She leaned forward despite my grab on her hair, and now with my cock in her warm mouth and both hands stroking and rubbing me, she looked up at me as if to say, "my mouth's only purpose is to give you pleasure." "Oh shit!" I exclaimed, my orgasm building. I thought about the scene, "11th grade hottie, sucking me off, swallowing my cum, fuckable filipina lips, kneeling, just a thong..." Desiree must have felt me pulsating towards my climax because she now was furiously pumping my shaft in her mouth. She hummed a passionate and loud "mmmmmmmmm" in her throat, a vibration that helped crescendo my orgasm. My first shot entered Desiree's mouth while she was pistoning my shaft. She didn't slow down. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, myyyy!!!" I exclaimed, as shot after shot entered her mouth, with Desiree continuing to hum on my mouth organ. With most of my gene-juice out, Desiree opened her mouth and let my cum slide off her tongue, down her chin and onto her chest. "More, I want MORE CUM!" she insisted. I looked up at the ceiling, momentarily seeing stars from my powerful orgasm. Thinking that I might be losing my balance again, Desiree grabbed the backs of my legs. I recovered instantly, but Desiree pulled me forward until my cock was inches from her drooling, pouty lips. She smiled and then flicked her tongue out obscenely, just barely licking the underside of my now very sensitive mushroom. Desiree pulled me forward and my meat slid back into her hot mouth. I looked down and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked heartily, cum strands still hanging down off her chin. She looked back into my eyes, searching for recognition. "You are so nasty," I said. "S-o-ooooooo sexy. Now that you know the love potion of words, you have learned the power of your sex." "Yes, Peter, you have served me your love potion. But it wasn't just about words, was it?" I looked down at Desiree. She had impaled me on my own idea once again. Desiree's Cock Quest It had only been a month or so since Suzie discovered my secret stash of letters between my alter ego Desiree and another transvestite. In them she read how we both love to suck big black cocks and our bragging on the longest cock we'd ever sucked. Needless to say, it put quite the strain on our marriage. With the fact my love for long hard cocks was all out in the open now, I saw no reason not to dress as I pleased and began dressing like quite the tart every day after she left for work. I would usually change back to drab male clothing before she got home but this day I had a bit too much to drink and before I realized what time it was, she walked right in a caught me shooting pool in one of my most sluttish looks. "My, all dressed up and ready to suck some cocks, I see." she announced scaring me half to death as I was leaning over the pool table, ass hiked high, preparing for a shot. "I wish I had some big black cock for you to suck right now." she continued. Heart beating a thousand times faster than normal, I blurted out, "Hmmm, black cock, my favorite." "Oh yeah, just how many big black cocks have you sucked Desiree?" she sarcastically asked. I confidently replied, "I'm guessing over 50 and added I just love black men as their dicks are never puny like some of the white guys I've blown." "So, how'd you go about sucking off so many men, after all, that's way more than I've ever had and I'm a woman?" she asked with a hint of jealously. I took an easy chair and sexily crossed my legs, 5 inch fuck me spiked heels dangling and pinched a Virginia Slim 120 with my dragon lady nails, lit it up between my hot pink lips and proceeded to tell her every last detail of Desiree's tricks of the trade. I told her of my first cock alongside a lonely highway and having my face forcibly fucked by a horny trucker who thought I was a real woman and how he made me deep throat him while his spunk shot down my throat, honestly telling her this was my first sexual experience with anyone and how it made me realize how I truly loved to suck cock. I described how vulnerable it made me feel to be on my knees, looking up at my man's eyes while he degraded me with names such as cock sucker while he hardened his sword by slapping his cock back and forth over my painted cheeks. Next, the many tales of glory hole cock sucking and how good it felt to suck an unknown man's cock and to hear the moans of pleasure. The smell of a man's public hairs awakening my senses became like a much needed perfume of love. Then the gay bar experiences and even a few street walking hooker experiences right here in her hometown of Atlanta. I told her of how I was dressed to the nines when she called me for help when she got stranded downtown. She couldn't believe I'd also been downtown that evening and had gotten lucky when a random black guy approached me at Illusions. I could see her anger rise when I described how big his head was and how slowly I twirled my tongue all over its well defined mushroom head. Lastly and what blew her top were the admissions of having paid studs fuck me in the very bed we sleep in. "Well slut, prepare your sissy ass hole and get your purse because we are taking a road trip." she blurted out and then she disappeared upstairs where I heard her door slam. I fixed another drink and touched up my makeup after douching my man pussy. Thought about changing but the skin tight hot pink mini and black chiffon blouse felt so good, so I stayed as I had been all day. With my long blonde hair fluffed to perfection, I awaited Suzie's return in the living room. An hour or so passed and Suzie emerged from her bedroom in one of her sexiest ensembles, an electric blue dress with gathers in all the right places and a front slit almost to her waist. Her legs were to die for as they folded over one another as she strutted in on a pair of 6 inch nude heels. "Get in the car whore bag; we are going on a cock quest. I'm going to see just how many cocks you can suck from here to Chattanooga." she announced. In no time we were on I-75 and as soon as the truckers started rolling past, she hit the dome lights on her Mazda. I swear we had a convoy of truckers around that little car in no time. "Is your mouth ready slut?" Suzie asked smiling like a Cheshire cat. Before I could answer, she was in the right lane with her blinker on and pulled off to the emergency lane. I checked the rear view mirror and saw one trucker following our lead and as I glanced forward, here was another pulling in front of us. In a minute two horny smelly truckers, black as the ace of spades were at Suzie's window, where she promptly asked them if they wanted a nice long blowjob, free of charge. Of course they were all grins and she pointed to me and said, "Go to her side and she will please you to no end." By the time they came around, another big black stud also from the front truck was there and opened my door; I bailed out and immediately feel to my knees. As I engulfed one cock, the other in my hand rapidly swelled and I worked both feverishly until they both exploded cum all over my pretty face. Soon as they backed out, here came the third and the biggest of all. At least 12 inches long, three inches fat, I could hardly get me lips around the head. "Better bend over for that one honey" shouted Suzie and with that I did just that and was screaming in agony as my man-pussy was stretched to the max. Suzie started cam-cording me as this monster of a man pumped my ass with his man meat. It was all I could do to stay upright as I held onto the Mazda's seat as he plowed his big sword home again and again. "This bit of evidence should endear you to me for life, my sweet little slut." she announced after he finally spent his large load up my ass. Leaning in, they thanked Suzy for pulling over and she said," No problem, spread the word that the little cocksucking slut will be available for a train at the T/A truck stop in Adairsville at midnight." "Here sissy, wipe the cum off your face, you fucking whore." she ordered as we pulled out. Next stop we made were the adult bookstores in Chattanooga, where we got a large room with glory holes on all sides. It didn't take long before one was filled and I needed no instruction and quickly engulfed what I dearly loved. I was so into sucking that magnificent rock hard cock, I never heard the door open not saw a man enter and as soon as my glory hole suitor filled my mouth with his man-juice, Suzie told me to grab my ankles. Looking around I saw a stranger stroking his ultra curved cock in his hand and grinning deviously. I lowered my mini and pantyhose and did as I was told; bracing my shoulders against the wall for support and moaned with pleasure as his big cock entered my ass. I begged for more as his curved cock pushed all the right buttons. Arched perfectly, I don't believe I've ever been fucked so well. God, it was so good I felt my shrinking cock have its own little orgasm. I felt so much like a woman. He took his sweet time before making my ass a genuine pussy filled with his seed. When he came, it felt like a flood and I relished the fact my wife was sitting there with a smirk on her face and now knew my true sexuality. When my fuck of a lifetime pulled out, I couldn't help but to stand and after rising up my hose and skirt, walk over to him and lay a deep throat kiss on him, then whisper to him that I needed his number. He laughed, looked at Suzie and gave her a card and told her he was available any time. 'Well, don't just stand there you queer bitch, don't you see those cocks hanging ready for your pretty little sissy mouth?" Suzie said as she pointed to the other wall. Cock number 6 and 7 awaited me and I did as instructed sucking them off to completion in no time, then came 8 and 9, 10 and 11, 12 and 13. They just kept coming through the wall. I felt like a cum sponge after I'd sucked off at least 15 men in a little over an hour. I sat down alongside Suzie and coated my lips with hot pink lipstick and stupidly smarted off to her with the comment, "Well, guess you believe me now when I say I love men too." "Cunt, your sissy ass ain't seen anything yet, just wait til you get your ass reamed by all those truckers" she angrily stated ordering me to her car. For the next hour, she berated me to the fullest extent. Cocksucker, queer, faggot, whore-bag, cum seed sucker, sissy were all said in disgust, all the way to the truck stop. Soon as she entered the dark side of the lot, all the trucker's lights started blinking on and off and Suzie knew where to pull. She got right in the middle of a whole lot of trucks and told me to get out and bend over her hood and present my sweet sissy ass to whomever wanted a piece. Just as soon as I'd hiked my skirt high and lower my pantyhose, I felt the strong hands of a man forcing me over the hood and felt my ass get widened my a hard dick. I believe I passed out after the first 20 fuckers for last thing I remember was Suzie helping me to the car and shoving me in calling me nothing but a cum whore. That was the start of my life of servitude to Suzie and I have happily and obediently been her transvestite slave ever since. If I've been good, she allows me the pleasure of being her fluff girl when she had real men over. Other than that, I'm just her hopeless cock sucking sissy. * Comments and suggestions to Suzie for future cock hunts are welcomed. Love Desiree, the Hot To Trot Transvestite. Desiree's Discovery It was incredible to feel it against her. The warm smooth presence against the top of her thigh made her ache inside. The warm, smooth shaft was a powerful distraction. The head, however, that massive, swollen head, truly boggled the mind. She felt it almost throbbing with heat and was confident that soon, it would start to moisten with escaping pre-cum. A marvelous, erect, glorious cock was between her legs, and it was all hers. ************************* Desiree' stood before the mirror, toying casually with her long red hair and waiting for the other woman in the restroom to leave. "With a little work and some help from a good surgeon," she said to herself, "I might be attractive." To any stranger this would have been a surprising statement. To those who knew her well, those few friends and fewer lovers, these thoughts would have been quite typical. Despite the frequent glances and comments, the passes that came when she so infrequently went out, and the reassurances of her friends, Desiree' saw her self as barely attractive. If pressed, she would finally admit that she "knew" she was homely. In truth, Desiree' possessed an earthy, raw attractiveness that drew the attention of men, as well as some women. Her hips swelled widely, and neither her thighs nor her legs were model thin. However, this broadness of stature was not soft fat, but simply the firm muscle and bone that God had given her. Moreover, it was offset quite nicely by her round, large breasts, and the almost lion-like mane of red hair that surrounded her face. Although not beautiful, her green eyes and full lips added, too, to her handsomeness. Still waiting, Desiree' continued to brush her hair and tried to ignore the swell of her erect nipples beneath the thick, denim blouse. Her outer clothing, as usual, was casual and almost workman-like. She favored denim, plain cotton, and other dull fabrics in her attempts to hide what she felt to be an unpleasant form. Beneath this defensive exterior, her body fairly reveled in satin, silk, lace, and occasionally, although it made her blush, leather. Desiree', despite her belief about her body, was incredibly sexual. She possessed a hunger for physical pleasure that would have surprised even her few lovers. Because of her feelings about her body and appearance, however, Desiree's sexuality was almost totally private and shielded from any one else. She expressed it through her writing and thoughts, as well as the pleasure she gave herself each evening with her hand and her collection of toys. She also expressed it through what she chose to wear under her drab outer clothing. Today was extra special. Under the long denim skirt and gray denim blouse, she wore a very expensive lace garter set with matching half-cup bra. As she frequently attempted to do, she wore no panties and her nipples were exposed to the fabric of her blouse. As her nipples were quite large and sensitive, (she often thought this was because she toyed with then so much), they were prominent through her clothing when erect. And erect they usually were, sitting high on her breasts. Typically, this made the cleft between her legs ache. Today this was both true and different. Finally, the other woman left, offering an un-noticed but appreciative glance at Desiree's round bottom. Desiree' quickly put her brush away and closed her eyes for a moment. Opening them slowly, she bent over and grabbed the hem of her skirt. Then, standing gradually, she fixed her eyes on the spot where the meeting of her thighs would appear. Slowly the skirt drew up over her stockings. As she reached the top of her stockings, she saw it. Tucked into the top of her left stocking and extending al the way to her furry mound was one of the largest penises she had ever seen. It was partially erect and virtually hairless. The testicles that hung below were proportionately sized and hairless, too. Where it had come from she did not know. Nevertheless, seeing and feeling it there had made her juices flow (Oh yes, she still possessed all of her other equipment!). Desiree' had woken up early this morning, slightly before 5:30, just as she usually did. As was also typical, she had lain there for a few minutes enjoying the feeling of her breasts and vulva pressed against the mattress. As she became more and more awake, she had noticed something else. Something large and soft was nestled between her legs. It was damp and clung to one of her thighs. Without thinking she reached down to grab it, unconsciously assuming it was one of her mechanical pleasures. When she touched it and realized what she had found, she screamed loud enough to make the dog in the next apartment bark. After the tears, the shaking, and the panic had passed, Desiree' had rolled onto her back and slowly slid the sheet from her body. Surely enough, there between her white thighs was a penis. A large penis. A very large penis. Moreover, to her dismay, as she looked at it, it began to grow and become erect. As she watched, it continued growing until it was extended across her round belly. With the head throbbing just above her navel, she knew it was over 10 inches long. And thick! My god, she thought, I couldn't get my hand around that. When she felt confident that she wasn't injured or in any discomfort, and that it wasn't going to break off, Desiree' got up from the bed and proceeded to the bathroom. Although cumbersome and obtrusive, having an erect penis extended from her body didn't seem that unnatural. It almost felt empowering. Bobbing around in front of her as she showered and put on her makeup, she felt even more aroused than usual. It had crossed her mind to do more than just give it a casual washing in the shower, be she didn't feel quite prepared for that yet. Dressing was an entirely different matter. Although no longer fully erect, the situation of placing a penis into clothing designed for a woman's body was one she had never faced. Just attempting made it twitch and grow again. The long stockings had done the trick, and held her new appendage in place. Besides, she thought, feeling that between my legs will keep me pretty hot all day. Throughout the morning while sitting at her desk, she had been unable to think about anything but her "cock." She had decided on the drive to work that was what to call it. It was the name she would have used if it had been attached to anyone else. Therefore, it would be appropriate for hers, as well. All through the morning, it had been there. Growing hard and then growing soft. Twitching and throbbing. And hot. Jesus, this thing is hot, she had thought many times. It was especially warm against her fingers. Once, on one of her many trips to the restroom, Desiree' had caused it to leak fluid onto her stockings. Pre-cum, she was certain. All of this had kept her other sexual organs aroused as well. How strange to feel her cunny juices on her own balls. Now here she stood, with her skirt pulled up to expose her rapidly hardening cock. She knew she had to touch it, and pulled it free from her stockings with one hand while holding her hem with the other. It felt so good to touch a cock, her own cock, and give herself pleasure. Her hand began to glide up and down the shaft. Slowly first, from her balls to the head, and then more rapidly. It was odd feeling the sexual tension grow without touching her clitoris or vulva. Nevertheless, it was definitely growing. Caught up now in her self-indulgence, Desiree' dropped the hem of her skirt and grasped her cock with both hands. Stroking firmly and briskly, she could feel the shaft bulge and an ache develop in her balls. Suddenly, just before her climax broke free, the door to the restroom swung open. Quickly, Desiree' tried to hide her new male appendage under her skirt, but in its engorged state, she simply could not. Humiliated, she stood there with her cock supporting the hem of her skirt. It throbbed in the air, and, as she turned to face the intruder, a drop of pre-cum splattered on the floor. With beet red cheeks, all Desiree' could stammer was a quick, "I'm sorry." The woman stood in the door for a moment, trying to accommodate the sight. Her eyes darted from Desiree's face, to the penis, to her breasts, and then once again to the penis. Her confusion was obvious, and it took a moment before she realized that she was holding the door ajar and exposing the situation to anyone in the hall. She stepped further into the restroom and paused. She stared openly at the still fully erect penis for at least thirty seconds and then took a deep breath. My God, Desiree' thought, what is she going to do? What am I going to do? She was entirely humiliated and expected to be confronted now about perversion and calling the police. Miserably failing to will her cock to go down, Desiree' looked at the woman in all her embarrassment and asked if she were going to call the police. The woman briskly shook her head and the gestured towards "it." "Is it real," she asked. Desiree' nodded. "Does it, umm, work?" Desiree' shrugged. "You don't know," the woman asked, somewhat surprised. "You have THAT between your thighs, and you don't know if it works? My God, I think I would want to know." "That's what I was attempting to do," Desiree' responded. The woman began to ask several questions at once, none of which really made sense. Desiree' interrupted, and began to relate the entire story. As she did, she began to notice several things. First, that she was not nearly as nervous as the woman who stood before her. Second, that she was actually still very aroused. And, finally, that she was explaining herself to a very attractive woman. As Desiree' continued with her tale of events, she watched this woman with what she could only describe as hunger. The woman was youngish, perhaps in her late twenties, with short blonde hair and green eyes. Her built was small and perky, and very little cleavage was apparent from her low cut blouse. The short skirt she wore highlighted her slender legs and narrow hips. Surprised, Desiree' found herself wondering what kind of panties the woman had on, and if they were damp. Perhaps it was the courage that came with her new cock, but she found herself testing and pushing the woman. She described in detail how her cock felt, what desires it brought on, and the intensity of her new feelings. And, the more she talked, the more aroused she became. After a moment, it was obvious that Desiree' was not alone in her arousal. The woman constantly glanced at the erection, and appeared to be breathing heavily. She toyed with the hem of her skirt (what nice stockings! Desiree' thought) and frequently licked her lips. Desiree' went into detail concerning what she had been doing in the restroom, and described how hot and thick her cock felt in her hands. "You know what is truly amazing," she asked in mock surprise. "Despite the fact that I have this huge throbbing cock, my little cunny is absolutely dripping." At this, the woman moaned aloud. "I want to touch it," she pleaded. "My cock," Desiree' asked, "or my cunny?" "Your cock. I want to feel your cock in my hands." Desiree' guided the woman into the large handicapped stall. Immediately, the woman's hands were at her skirt, pulling it up and exposing all of the massive organ. She grasped it, gently at first and then with growing intensity. With the abundant pre-cum she polished it, making the head and shaft glisten in the bright lights. Desiree' felt marvelously aroused, as if her cock were being worshiped by this woman. Falling back against the wall, she pulled open her blouse, tugging at her dark and swollen nipples. "I want it in my mouth," the woman gasped. "I want to suck your cock." "Oh God, Yes!" Desiree' pleaded. "Suck my beautiful cock." "Yes, oh yes," the woman moaned as she sunk to her knees and began to lick the shaft of Desiree's cock. Desiree' was mesmerized as she thought of a woman sucking HER cock. She watched as the tiny mouth drifted up and down the shaft, tracing the thick veins and leaving a trail of lipstick. For a brief moment, the head was teased by a pink triangle of damp tongue. Then, the woman opened her mouth to the limits and forced the head inside her lips. Inside her mouth, the woman circled the head of Desiree' cock with her tongue, exploring and finding every drop of juice. Both her hands continued to stroke the thick shaft, pulling it closer and deeper into her mouth. Desiree' was losing control. Her hands brought her breasts up and forward, allowing her to reach the engorged nipples with her mouth. At first, she suckled herself, enjoying the hard wrinkled flesh against her lips. However, as her passion grew, she began to nibble and then bite her buttons. She pictured herself, cupping and pleasuring her breasts while a blonde stranger gave her delicious head. It was almost too much, but she wanted, no needed, more. As if reading her mind, the woman traced a hand up Desiree's stockings to play with her balls. Slowly the red nails drifted backwards until they were gliding along the lips of Desiree' dripping cunny. The fingers were too timid at first, and Desiree' thrust her hips forward, demanding more. Suddenly, her cunny was impaled upon insistent fingers, thrusting in and out. They stroked her swollen lips. They pulled on her thick clitoris, hidden behind her balls. And they fucked her. Oh God, did they fuck her. Driving deep, almost touching her cervix, and then teasing her G. Pounding her depths and then barely tracing her vulva, they were building her to the climax that she needed so desperately. And all the while, a woman was sucking her cock. "I'm going to," she began to moan. "I'm going to cum. Bring me off. Make me cum. Suck my cock. Oh, finger, finger fuck my cunny. Just do it!" The heat was rising up her shaft, and she arched to meet this new yet familiar climax. She thrust wildly, tearing her cock from the woman's mouth just as the first jet of cum exploded out. Whipping her head about, the woman was trying to suckle the massive cock. Stream after stream of jism shot forth, spattering across her cheeks, mouth and hair. Her cock was just about spent, as her pussy exploded in its own fire. Demanding more, Desiree' grabbed the woman by the hair and forced her face between her thighs. With Desiree's cum-soaked cock and balls pressed against her face, the blonde woman eagerly suckled Desiree' clitoris. Lost in her passion, Desiree' grasped her cock and began to masturbate. Thoughts rushed through her head. "I'm jerking off. Jerking off while a woman licks my pussy." Before she could bring herself to another climax, Desiree' pulled the woman to her feet and spun her around. Ripping the dainty panties free, Desiree' thrust her cock between the woman's tanned thighs. Quickly, the woman guided Desiree' towards her pussy and thrust backwards with her ass. "Yes!" the woman cried out as she was impaled. "Fuck me! Fuck me with your beautiful woman's prick! Beyond the limits, now, both women thrust together. The blonde wildly masturbating her exposed clitoris as the redhead mounted her. With screams, both women climaxed, arching against each other. Sagging against the wall, for the first time they kissed. Holding each other for a moment, the blonde woman offered a hoarse whisper. "I'm Julie," she said. "What time can I expect you tonight?" Desiree's Star This is my first shot at writing, so please feel free to leave comments and let me know what you think. Thanks. ~*~ Chapter 1 "Ma, I'll be right back!" Desiree yelled into the kitchen as she grabbed her keys off the hallway table. "Where are you going?" Her mother emerged from the kitchen wiping her hands on the dishtowel. "You're not leaving like that are you?" her mother said with a sigh. Desiree glared at her mother. "There is nothing wrong with sweatpants and a t-shirt." "You look like a slob. You will never find a boyfriend in those clothes. You could be such a pretty girl if you just dressed right." "Maybe its not a boyfriend I want." Desiree smiled at the shocked look on her mother's face. "Bye mom." Desiree shut the door before her mother had a chance to respond. She knew that pretending she wanted to be a lesbian would get her mother to leave her alone. Her older sister is a lesbian, and it drove her mother insane although she couldn't care either way. As Desiree started her pickup truck, which was another sore spot with her mother, she glanced in the mirror. She hated using makeup, and didn't feel there was a reason to. Why put on a fake face and then have to worry if someone will like the real one? She shrugged it off and took of for the store. Desiree should have known that for a Friday night, the local electronics store would be busy. She walked to the DVD section, started at the A's and already found a movie she liked. "That's a great movie." Desiree didn't have to turn around to know who it was. "Shouldn't you be stalking someone who likes you Gabriel?" He chuckled. "C'mon Dee, we all know you've got the hots of me." "Whose we?" Still not turning around, Desiree kept scanning the shelves. "Your brother for one. He tells me all the time how much you talk about me when I'm not around." She felt him, brush up against her from behind. Her insides tightened and her breath caught in her throat. "That's usually because I want you to drop dead. Where's your newest pop-tart Gabe? Skills gettin' rusty?" She asked through clenched teeth. "I'm lookin' at her." "Nice try. But I make a habit of not sleeping with animals." "Don't flatter yourself Dee. I don't want you. I'm talking about Amanda." Desiree whipped around. "Amanda Desiree, Desiree Amanda. Desiree here is my best friend's kid sister." Gabriel smiled at the shocked look on Desiree's face. Finally he had gotten some rise out of her. It was starting to get easier and easier, "Where's her makeup?" Amanda said to Gabriel as if Desiree wouldn't hear it. Desiree took in Amanda's looks. Short with huge fake boobs a small waist and ice blue contacts. She looked just like all of Gabriel's other girlfriends - even down to the bottle blond hair. The complete opposite of herself. "Oh no, I think there is something on your face." Desiree said in a mock concern to Amanda, making her panic. "Oh. Nope. My mistake, but I think these hot lights are getting to you. Your face is starting to melt." Desiree smiled at the shocked look on Amanda's face, and the amused smile Gabriel had. Desiree put down her movie and left the store. So much for movie night. ~*~*~ Desiree parked her truck next to her brother's in their parents drive way and hopped out. She took a deep breath knowing Scott was going to be pissed at her for not getting a movie, and she didn't think he'd be sympathetic at all towards her meeting with Gabriel in the store. Gabriel and Scott had been friends since middle school and not much had ever come between them. They fought like all friends do, but always made up knowing they were the best of friends and near nothing would change that. Gabriel and Desiree on the other hand were a totally different story. She thought he was arrogant and pompous and he knew she was obnoxious and intolerable. For Scott's sake, they tolerated each other in his presence. Desiree dropped her bag and keys on the foyer table and walked into the living room. "Ok, before you get mad -", the look on Scott's face made her stop. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Scott didn't look up. His face was pale his clothes were wrinkled and he smelled like stale beer. "What the hell could have happened to you in the 9 hours since I last talked to you?" "Candy broke up with me. She told me that I'm a loser and I'm terrible in bed." Scott had no problem being frank with Desiree knowing she would always tell him the truth if he asked for it. "She's been fucking some guy she works with for the past two months. She thought now would be the best time to tell me since she's moving in with him. Wasn't that nice of her?" Desiree caught the sarcasm in Scott's voice and couldn't help but smile. She and him were so much alike now that there were older and they let the 5-year age difference between them go. "Well I'm not sure what you expected from a girl named Candy, Scott. I mean really..." She walked over to the couch were her brother sat and plopped down next to him. She'd never seen him like this. He was always the strong, tough one out of all her brothers and sisters. He never let anything faze him - he was her protector, and now she felt weird having to comfort him. "I know. It's just that now that I'm 25, I was thinking about the future and stuff. She was the one. She was the one I was prepared to spend the rest of my life with." "Did you tell her that?" "Yea, and you know what she did?" Desiree shook her head. "She laughed at me and shut the door in my face." "Well you seriously can't be worried that you will never find another girl. I mean my friends would give their first-born child to spend one night with you Scott. You have an amazing body, your funny, a little shy but then again so am I, but you are wonderful. And you are certainly not a loser. She was a whore anyway. Candy is a stripper name. I wouldn't want my children asking me 'where aunt Candy went'." Scott laughed. Desiree studied her brother for the first time since she was little and noticed things had changed. A lot. He was about 6'3 with shaggy brown hair and bright hazel eyes. He was a tall guy that prided himself on his body and looks, and all his work in the gym definitely paid off. He had the body of a god and all her friends knew it. Scott smiled at his little sister. He almost felt bad that he used to torture her with Gabe when they were little. He sighed and laid his head on the back of the couch and let out a frustrated sigh. "Whatever, I'm over it. Where is the movie?" Desiree knew he wasn't over it, but he would be. "Well, don't be mad at me but I didn't get it." Desiree kept talking before he could ask her why. "I was in the store looking and then Gabe came up behind me and made me so mad that I said fuck the movie and left." Scott smiled like he knew something she didn't. "What?" she asking innocently. "Don't you think you are too old for this crap now? You just turned 20 like a month ago." "Me? Me? It's him. He's always making fun of me and he's just an asshole. Isn't that enough? It's always been him - you just don't wanna admit it because he's your pal." "No, I think it's both of you. You should get over yourselves - both of you. I'm more pissed that you didn't get the movie. It's been our thing every Friday night to watch a movie together since I can remember and he made you mad enough to say fuck it." Desiree lowered her gaze. "We have movies here." "Not the point Dessie." Scott only used that nickname when he was either very happy or very mad at her. She guessed it was the latter. "I can go back." "No, don't bother I don't feel like watching a movie anyway. I'd probably just end up thinking about Candy anyhow." Desiree punched him in the arm. "You are such a fucking asshole. You made me upset for no reason." "You deserved it," Scott said rubbing him arm. "Anyway, there's a bonfire tonight that I really wanted to go to. You up for it?" Desiree said yes. Scott looked at his watch and told her to go get ready. He got up off the couch and punched her hard in the arm and ducked her swing before running to his old room to change. "You're lucky you don't live here anymore asshole!" she shouted towards his room. "Don't use that fucking language in my house!" Way to set an example mom. Desiree got off the couch and headed for her room. ~*~*~ "Are you wearing makeup?" Scott asked sounding astounded. Desiree only wore make up twice in her life - her senior prom and her graduation. Desiree shut the door to Scott's truck. "Its just mascara and lip gloss. Not that big of a deal." "Whatever." Scott started the car trying to think of reasons Desiree would put on makeup to go to a bonfire. It was already 9:23 and it was already pretty dark outside. "Whose gonna be there?" "You know, the old crew, Brooks is back from the Marines and Andy is home from Cali. And I think Gabe is bringing his new girlfriend." Scott laughed to himself before adding, "I think they met in a strip club." Desiree entire body tensed. "Why didn't you tell me he was gonna be there?" Scott answered the way she knew he would. "Because you know he goes where I go, and I go where he goes. Try to be civil - for my sake. I can't deal with the Candy thing and you guys fighting tonight." Desiree shrugged and said she couldn't make any promises. Desiree followed her brother up the winding trail into the very dark woods toward the bonfire. At the top of the trail, it veered off the right and then the left. If you weren't careful you'd miss it and spend the next half hour looking for a way out. She pulled the sleeves of her zip-hoodie tighter around her hands and she felt the breeze move through the trees. The smell of burning wood was getting closer. Scott stepped first out into the clearing where the bonfire was and Desiree followed suddenly remembering that she was probably going to be the youngest one there. Although she never had any problems with any of Scott's other friends, she still felt a little nervous until she spotted the beer. Desiree stepped away from Scott, as he was already engrossed in a conversation with someone. She wandered around the fire chatting and saying hi to people she hadn't seen in a while. With her away at school most of the year, she missed a lot. She made her way to the keg and grabbed a cup. She looked around and spotted her brother talking to a tall brunette and smiled. Now he was over Candy. Time flew as Desiree drank and laughed, looked at the stars and talked about old times. She plopped down on the ground facing the small lake that was enclosed by the woods. She sat staring at the dark water watching as the wind made its ripples on the surface. She glanced at the moon thinking it seemed so large, and so bright. She wasn't sure what time it was but she knew it was late and the beer was really taking its toll. She felt hot. Way too hot for the chilly night. Desiree unzipped her sweater and slid it from her shoulders and lay back in the grass. She wasn't sure how long she had been lying there but the stars had her hypnotized until something blocked her view. "Donnie?" she said sitting up spilling beer on her wife beater. "Donnie Matthews is that you?" "It sure is Desiree. How are you? It's been forever." Desiree stood and wrapped her arms around the tall man she hadn't laid eyes on in 4 years. "I'm great, just home visitin my folks, how are you?" "I'm fine, I'm fine. School is good and everything is good." Desiree knew she was starting to babble and tried to stop herself. She also couldn't help but notice that Donnie wouldn't stop looking at her chest. And why not? She thought. I'm hot. Thinking back on the conversation she had earlier with Gabe, she put on a little show for Donnie. She drew her hand down the slope of her neck fiddling with her necklace knowing his gaze would be drawn to the tops of her breasts. "So I heard you had a crush on me back in high school." They must have been talking for a while because now they were both lying in the grass looking up at the stars. "Haha, yea I did. I had a big crush on you. I thought you were the hottest guy." There she was babbling again. "Why didn't you ever say anything? I was friends with your brother, I was over your house all the time." "Because you were a senior and I was a freshman. What was supposed to happen?" Desiree wasn't prepared for his reaction. "This." In an instant he was on top of her in the grass crushing his lips to hers. Surprised and drunk, she didn't think fast enough to fight back and he took that as a sign to kiss her harder. "Stop," she finally managed to get out. "Stop Donnie! I can't breathe," she gasped in between trying to fight for air. "Shut up. You've been asking for this all night. The way you were lookin at me, and lettin your tits hang out. Just enjoy it baby." He forced his mouth to hers as she struggled to get her hands in between them. He pushed against her lips so hard her teeth cut into her lips, and now he was trying to force his tongue into her mouth. His hands clawed at her flimsy wife beater. Desiree no longer felt warm and cozy, but cold and damp. She could feel the sweat starting to bead on her forehead as she tried in vain to get Donnie off of her. When she gasped for air again he jabbed his tongue into her mouth and she bit down. He yelled, and raised his fist. Desiree yelped and closed her eyes trying to cover her face as she waited for the blow. ~*~ Gabriel had been talking to Scott when he saw Donnie go over to Desiree and start talking. He hated the guy when they were in high school and he hated him now. Gabriel had seen when Donnie moved on top of Desiree and as much as he hated to admit it, it didn't look like Desiree was objecting. "Donnie is over there mauling your sister." He said to Scott. Suddenly Gabe wasn't worried about Amanda. He wasn't even sure where she was. "She's a big girl. She can almost take me. Besides, that's probably what she wanted. She's wanted him since the 6th grade." Scott turned around to finish his conversation with the others he was talking with, but Gabe couldn't take his eyes off Desiree and Donnie. Now it looked like she was struggling a little, but maybe she likes it rough Gabriel thought to himself. He felt a stirring in his groin at the thought of her under him telling him how she wanted it. But he knew something was wrong when Desiree yelped and Donnie raised his fist. Gabriel didn't even remember rushing over there. Desiree felt the punch that Donnie had landed on the side of her face but thought it hurt much less than it should have. Almost as if someone had pulled him away as he was striking her. Then she realized the weight of his body wasn't on her anymore. She uncovered her face to see Gabriel in a blind rage kicking the shit out of Donnie's ribs. Gabriel picked Donnie up off the ground, marched him to the lake and tossed him in. "That should cool you off fucker. You touch her again and I will kill you. Do you understand me?" Gabriel spat the words with such venom that Desiree didn't doubt he would do it. Gabriel didn't wait for an answer and he marched back to Desiree. "Are you okay?" he asked in the tenderest voice she had ever heard him use with her. She could only nod still amazed that Gabe was strong enough to pick up another grown man almost his own size. "What the fuck were you doin' with that asshole?" his tone immediately changing to one of rage. Desiree couldn't look him in the eye, and they had already drawn a crowd. "Don't yell at her Gabe." Suddenly Scott was at her side helping her up. Gabe and Scott turned as they heard Donnie getting out of the water. Scott waited until Donnie thought no one was paying him attention before he jumped on him. Bruising his face and bloodying his nose. He knocked him down and kicked him in his already sore ribs. "Touch her again and I'll rip your fuckin' dick off." "C'mon Dessie, I think its time to go." Scott pulled Desiree's ripped shirt tighter around her and drew her closer to him. He could feel her shivering as he walked her through the crowd and back down the winding trail to his car leaving Gabe staring after them with his hands jammed in his pockets. "I'm sorry Desiree. I should have been paying more attention." "It's not your fault," she whispered into her brother's shirt. Scott was almost positive he could feel her tears soaking through the fabric of his shirt and he hugged her tighter. What a day this turned out to be Desiree thought as he cupped the side of her quickly bruising face.