1 comments/ 27354 views/ 1 favorites Heartbreak By: sr71plt I feel like a fool. Many would say I should have seen it coming. But I didn't, and it wasn't something that crept up on me and that I might have adjusted to—although I have no idea what comes after being a stud top. Do you? Still, when it came, it fell on me like a load of bricks, because I didn't see it coming. It's a heartbreak. The hiatus may have had a lot to do with it. I'd held down the end-of-bar available stud fucker position at a popular gay beachside bar near a major university in Miami throughout my thirties. A former Marine, however, I jumped at the opportunity to go to Iraq with a private security firm to work as a protection unit scheduler. I worked at that for six years before returning to Miami. It wasn't only because the money was phenomenal but also because I wanted to do something for the effort and I was years past being able to go in on the ground as a grunt. That probably should have clued me in on what was happening. But it didn't. And maybe it didn't because there was no change in position on the sexual chain throughout my Iraq duty. There's a whole lot of tension and need there to be served in a warfront situation. And although the need hasn't lessened in the Iraq action world, it's gotten increasingly difficult for the soldiers to relieve each other in their own environment. My situation was ideal. I had a storefront office in the Green Zone and my living quarters were right behind the office, complete with vibrating queen-sized bed. The young soldiers would stop in when they could to shoot the bull and drop the hints about how keyed up they were and what they wanted to do to relieve that, and I'd usher them through the door into my bedroom. They would strip and open their legs to me, and I'd fuck all of the tension out of them. And they kept coming back. No one complained that I was getting too old to make them moan and groan and to fuck the stuffing out of them. I knew my body was changing. I still had the bulging biceps and pecs, but I knew the midsection was thickening. Not to any significant degree, though. My stomach was still flat in spite of the military grub and beer—thanks to spending a good fifth of my life in the weight room—where my dicking was quite popular in the shower room. I may not be an Apollo—in fact, I never was—but I was a perfect Zeus now. And there is no end of young men, I don't think, who melt at being manhandled by a beefcake Zeus. And my sideburns may have gone gray in my years in Iraq—but, then, whose haven't? Iraq does that to a man—or at least to a man who manages to keep his hair. And significantly, a man's dick—as long as nothing happens to keep him from getting it up—doesn't change in size and his balls are as heavy as ever. And most important, a man gains in knowing just what to do with that dick as he gets older. I won't mention that a man looses endurance and recharge powers over time. And I won't mention it because I still haven't fucked a man who I couldn't power drill to exhaustion. So, it was without a single twinge of fear or self-doubt that, within days of returning to Miami from Iraq, I stood in front of my full-length mirror and studied my body in a Speedo—not one of the Speedos I'd worn when I worked this bar before, because I'd lost my narrow waist—but one that showed off my beefcake muscling up from the Baghdad Green Zone weight training to good effect. I'd been very careful to tan up all over on the flat roof of an American State Department official's residence, while enjoying myself in working his asshole while his wife sat and watched us—and then doing her. I am happy to say I'm an equal opportunity fucker. Satisfied—falsely it seems—with what I saw, I tucked my car keys, a credit card, and a couple of condoms under my waistband and drove my Sebring convertible down to the beach. As in days before, I went straight into the surf to slick myself down and swam over to the beach right off the bar. Looking into the bar from out beyond the surf line, I saw that it was as crowded as it had been six years earlier and that most were young, snotty chicken types from the nearby university. I enjoyed fucking twinks. I liked to hear them squeak when they realized they were getting a bigger and more vigorous dick then they dreamed of and when I was only beginning when they thought they were already at their limit. And I had learned a trick or two with the toughened soldiers in Iraq that probably would make these little tight asses faint. Even more, I liked fucking the snot out of the snotty ones. I liked leaving them sobbing and unable to close their legs. And they liked it too, because they had always come back for more—just as soon as they recovered from the first dicking. I was giving them more of an education than their university did, I think. Then, like before, I slowly walked out of the surf, posing all of the time, and padded into the open-walled bar, drawing the attention of all, as I knew I would. I got the same little thrill I always had as I heard the raucous conversation die out under the thatched roof as I approached. I entered under the roof and walked down to the end of the bar—to find my spot occupied by a late twentysomething dangerous-looking Hispanic hunk. I stared at him, but he didn't move—at least not until I'd given up and taken another stool, where I perched, facing the table area and spreading my legs and letting the edge of the stool seat push up my package. I could have moved into my old place within a couple of minutes, but by then I was in shock. While I watched, one of the university twinks, a dirty blond, thin guy, with an almost too-pretty face, had come up to the hunk and backed his butt into the hunk's package, and the two had done a dry-fuck lap dance to the rhythm of the rock music coming out of the speakers up in the rafters. I went into a slow burn when they moved over to a thick palm and fern fringe at one of the side the wings off the bar, which, however, wasn't so thick that I couldn't, in short order, discern the soles of pale-white feet set wide apart and waving in the air and the hint of a moving brown bare ass between them, the toes of the feet scrunching up in rhythm with the movement of the butt cheeks. This was a location I'd used hundreds of times myself to draw attention and advertise my wares. How dare he, I thought. He'd not only ruined my entrance but stolen my turf and my moves at the same time. All eyes would now be on the greenery until they saw the final curling of the toes on the feet and the jerk on the brown buns and heard the cries of release. But that wasn't really true. The twinks huddled around several of the tables were actually watching me. But they were whispering among themselves and smirking and laughing and pointing while trying not to make too obvious that they were pointing at me. At me! My world collapsed in that instant. And I could feel my heart breaking into a hundred pieces. I looked around the bar area. Realization set in that everyone there was at least twenty years younger than I was. Even the bartenders. All except one, though. There was a guy, probably in his late thirties, trim and ivy league-looking even in his baggy orange swimming trunks, sitting at a table by himself at the outer edge of the bar area. One of the twinks had approached him as he caught my eye. He waved the student away, though. He had his eyes trained on me. If my tan wasn't so good, everyone there could have seen that I had turned red as a beet. I'd always been a little older than the clientele. That had been part of my package. The twinks liked getting laid by someone obviously a little more experienced than they were. Most of these kids wanted a dominating daddy fucker. Many the time it had been my buns undulating between those spread twink legs in the palm and fern fringe until toes curled and some young university snot felt the filling out of the bulb of my condom deep inside his ass. But a twenty year difference between me and all but one other? And I had about ten years on him even. Why hadn't I seen it coming. My hope now was that the rustling of the palms and the moans increasing in volume from that direction would galvanize all of the attention under the thatched roof there and I could pick the pieces of my heart off the floor and quietly melt away. But the thirtysomething guy was rising from the table and walking in my direction. When he reached me, he smiled and leaned over and whispered to me, "You got a car and a location and want to ride me?" Grateful for any sense of an honorable exit, I croaked, "Out on the curb; the silver Sebring convertible." I drove to a secluded spot just short of rocks and surf at the back of a burned out mansion down the coast toward the keys, while the hole—that's how I thought of all the guys committed to getting fucked, because by this point I was only focused on getting my dick sheathed someplace warm and tight and shuddering and backed up by moaning and begs for mercy—rolled the waistband of my Speedo down under my nuts and expertly sucked me off, time after time bringing me to the brink and then backing me off and, when the ejaculation finally came, swallowing me and holding me inside him until I'd softened. I'd checked the location out beforehand and it was still available and private. So many of my favorite places had changed and lost their usefulness in the six years I'd been gone. Once in place, I turned to the hole and took his mouth with mine and swabbed his inner cheeks, tasting the essence of what I'd deposited there while we were moving down the ocean highway. I didn't usually do much kissy face; my technique was based on taking the hole's breath away and making him immediately lose control and either go frenetically wild in surrender or beg for his life in the face of fast-developing power drilling. But I'll have to admit that I needed some time to recharge from the hole's surprisingly expert blow job. I made the hole strip his trunks off. Then I spread an extra-large terrycloth beach towel on the rear decking of the convertible and pushed the hole down on his back on the towel, with his legs hanging down into the backseat compartment. Than I overpowered him with my body, still stinging from the revelation at the twink bar, angry and, for the first time, thinking I had something to prove to the world. Panicked, because, as I've already asked, where does an aged-out fuck stud go from there that isn't humiliating? I knew I could dick him into melting submission, but I wanted to prove there was more to me than that—especially since he had sucked me better than I knew I could do. And he was a little smirky at how well he'd held me in check during the blow job and had made me want it. Having him on his back on the trunk of the Sebring, I covered his body with mine, one arm laced around his back and holding his chest tight to mine. I outweighed him by quite a bit and out muscled him by even more. Pushing my thighs between his, I reached down with the other hand and grabbed his balls and squeezed. His eyes bugged out and he yelped. This had been completely unexpected, as I meant for it to be. "You came out here to be fucked, good buddy. But you are going to be fucked with a big F. You understand that? You want to back out?" His eyes were watering, and I knew he was having difficulty forming the words because all of his attention was centered on his aching balls. "Uhhh." "No need to answer, because you aren't getting out of this. You are going to feel fucked before I even dick you—and then you are going to feel fucked with a capital F." Holding him close just like that and staring down into his face to savor every tortured and impassioned expression there as he writhed under me and shuddered and trembled and shot off twice before I even got my dick in him. I'd brought a month's supply of lube and used it liberally with my free hand to slowly open and spread his ass. His hole was slack, which fit my plan perfectly. I worked it with my fingers until I could get my fist in, him screaming and groaning and moaning as I stretched his ass channel as he'd never been stretched before. And then the surprise on his face when he realized that my fist was in him and he'd taken it. I fist-fucked him—something the real macho types in Iraq had loved and that I had sorta looked forward to surprising some snotty college twink with—while he went from yowling and writhing and panting and struggling against me to softly moaning and whimpering and just laying there, his eyes glazing over, all of the fight out of him. Then I withdrew my fist but left my fingers in and spread them and inserted my hard dick between them and slowly withdrew them as my dick plowed deeper inside him. The cocking, when it came, came in a flood of relief to him, even as big and thick as I was, and he was pushed over the edge of lust and passion—paradise so much closer now after having gone through hell. He wrapped his legs around my hips and started going with the plowing. We were moving as one, ultimate fucking unit. We came simultaneously and then I turned him on his belly and we fucked on and on and came almost simultaneously once again. My spirits soared. I hadn't lost it. He was putty around my pistoning dick. He begged me for more, and I turned him on his side and side-split him back into paradise. Spent, we both lay there, arms entwined, staring up into the sun, our chests heaving from the effort. And then he calmly told me the fuck would cost me $100 and he could take credit cards. My heart broke into a million and one pieces. Heartbreak The warm tropical air filled my nostrils as I walked up the hill to the cottage, carrying my bag from the market. I preferred to walk even though I had a car in the garage... it helped me to keep a lower profile, which was a good idea in the part of the world. Don't get me wrong, I had spent time in the more touristy places of Mexico, but I really couldn't stand it most of the time. All those college kids, getting wasted on Bud Light and acting like idiots. I liked it quiet, that's why I picked this place. Far enough out of town that no one bothered you, the locals were friendly enough, and it was well out of the way of any tourist traps. I reached the front door and checked over my shoulder one last time as I slid my sunglasses up onto my shaved head, just to be sure I wasn't followed, before opening it and stepping inside. Something isn't right. The HK USP concealed at my hip was already in my hand as I step to the side, partially crouched by the wall as I listened carefully. I had no idea when I drew it, it happened on its own, a motion drilled into my muscle memory from thousands of repetitions. The neutral temperature of the polymer grip filled my hand perfectly, just like a comforting touch from an old friend. There was no sound. I actually relaxed a moment, thinking it was just in my head, trying to replay the last few moments and remember what it was that set me off. It's a weird feeling, something I find nearly impossible to describe, actually. Some people call it a sixth sense, or intuition, or a gut feeling. That tiny little voice in the back of your head that sees, or hears, or smells, or feels something out of place, something isn't right, and that voice is rarely wrong, if you'll only listen to it. I walked carefully into the kitchen, still on edge, every sense tuned, when I saw it... a shadow. Someone was hiding behind the couch. A small figure, hiding, hoping I didn't see them so they could sneak by me... a thief. I snarled and rushed around the counter, reaching out and finding a handful of something, clothing, hair perhaps, and yanking hard, throwing them onto the tile kitchen floor. The handgun snapped up between us, the front sight leveling with the rear as they lined up on the person's body, when I realized it. It was a young woman. I sighed, lowering the gun and looking around me, positioning my back to the wall as I moved around her. I looked down at her shaking body for a moment, eyes full of fear, before holstering my pistol. Her clothing was old and dirty, rags really, her dark brown hair tangled and messy. Her tiny frame betrayed that she probably hadn't had a proper meal for a long time. She was clearly not threat to me. But was she alone? I looked around the room again. "Quién más está contigo?" My Spanish sucks. I grabbed her by her dark hair, picked her up, and slammed her against the counter. "Who else is here?" She shook her head at me in terror, speaking with a thick accent. "N... no... I... alone. No one else." I dragged her behind me, pulling a pair of handcuffs from my bag near the door and cuffing her to a metal rack in the kitchen. I left her there while I cleared the rest of the house, also finding her entry point... a tiny unlocked window that she opened and squeezed through. She had told the truth... she was alone. She'd probably watched me for a while, waited for me to leave and then broke in to search for food, or money, or something valuable. That wouldn't go unpunished. I walked back to the kitchen, stepping close to her young, slender body and grabbing her by the chin to force her to look me in the eye. "You trying to steal from me? Huh?" She yelped sharply as my open hand harshly met the side of her face, tears welling up in her eyes as she trembled. "You think you can just come in here and take what you want? Well you're going to pay for that, right now." I removed the handcuffs that held her to the rack and pushed her back into the counter, watching her spin around and try to run past me towards the door. I reached out and grabbed her, getting a fistful of her raggedy clothing and angrily yanking her back toward me, her shirt ripping open in the process. My other hand found her throat as I slammed her back against the counter, hearing her cry out in fear and pain, both of her little hands wrapping around my wrist to try to pull it away, pushing and scratching at me. "No señor, por favor, no..." I slapped her again, harder this time, snarling into her face. "English. If you're going to beg me, at least do it in my language." "P... please... sir, please do... not hurt me..." "Aaaawwwww." I kissed her softly on the lips, feeling her body stiffen in protest as her eyes widened, little whimpers coming out of her nose. "Sorry, but yes, I am going to hurt you." Tears filled her dark brown eyes and began to run down the soft, tan skin of her cheeks as she uselessly pushed and scratched at me, her screams of terror growing louder and more desperate as I tore her clothing open and shredded each piece one at a time. I didn't bother trying to stop her from screaming, no one would hear her out here, and even if they did, I knew they wouldn't do anything about it. Finally I ripped the last piece off of her, a worn pair of white cotton panties, and pushed her down into a heap on the tile. I began to undress. Her small, slender body shook uncontrollably as she accepted her fate, she knew all to well that she could never outrun me, and besides, where would she go for help? She continued sobbing loudly as she saw me stripping my clothes off, trying to somehow maintain her decency by covering her naked breasts and her untrimmed pussy with her hands. "Sen... sir... please... let me... go..." I looked down as I stood over her, only smiling at her tender cries as my thumbs slipped inside the waistband of my boxers and I began sliding them down, watching her turn and try to crawl away as my hard erection came into her view. "Where you going? Hmmmm?" I pushed her back down as she tried to get to her feet, and then grabbed her by the ankles and began pulling her back into the kitchen. Her fingernails scraped the floor and she screamed as I dragged her, her naked body sliding along the floor. My fingers slid into the tangled mess of hair as I yanked her up to her feet, turning her around toward me and violently grabbing her face under the chin. She slapped at me wildly while I reached down and forced her legs apart, finding her tight, narrow slit with the tip of my cock as she squirmed and fought, succeeding in stopping me for a moment before I picked her up and forcefully set her ass down on the counter. She yelped sharply as I slammed her into place, and then without giving her a moment to recover I grabbed her behind each knee and yanked her body close to mine, finding the opening between the ungroomed lips of her pussy and forcing myself into her body. She screamed out and the tears began to gush like a torrent, her crying turning into a frantic, high-pitched sob as I violated her, forcing her young, tight vagina open with my hard shaft, raping her mercilessly despite her lack of lubrication and the discomfort that it even caused me. I grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them behind her, pulling them against her lower back and forcing her body closer to me so my cock could penetrate her deeper, my thrusts finally beginning to slide easily as her pussy raced to protect itself with a slow, steady offering of slippery wetness. My hands roamed over her body, grabbing and squeezing her firm, perky breasts, pinching her nipples, just to hear her scream louder between the sobs as I raped her. My mouth turned into an angry snarl as I picked up speed, growling into her face each time I thrusted deeper, I grabbed her head with both hands and held it still so that I could look into her petrified eyes while I took what I wanted, used her body for my pleasure. Her tight, young pussy felt so incredible, wrapped tightly around my cock and twitching at the violent assault on it, the pleasure pushing me closer and closer and until finally a long, slow groan pushed its way through my teeth, my throbbing cock flexing hard inside her as I shot a thick hot load of cum into her. Her sobbing picked up again as she felt my cum invading her body, perhaps from the thought of what it could do inside her fertile womb, or perhaps out of relief that I was finally finished raping her and perhaps now it would be over. My forehead rested against hers as I came, my hot breath against her lips while I still held her head tightly in my grip, until I collapsed against her and finally stopped thrusting. My face pressed against hers while I took several long breaths through my nose, recovering. I let her go and pulled out, my cock wet and glistening with a mix of her wetness and my own cum. I pulled her off the counter and tossed her onto the floor, watching her ball up as she cried softly. She finally started reaching out and touching the torn remnants of the clothing she had been wearing, realizing as each moment passed that there was no way they could ever be used again. I watched her the whole time, thinking about what to do with her, considering her situation. "Are you hungry?" She looked up at me, her eyes darting around the room as if I was setting a trap. Clearly she was confused. "Well? I said, are... you... hungry?" "Si... ah... Yes? Yes sir I am." "Mmmm. Well you're a filthy mess. Let's get you cleaned up, and then you can have something to eat." I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to her feet, turning and marching to the shower without pausing as she resisted me slightly. Part of her wanted to run, escape, even in her vulnerable nakedness. But there was something else that she saw, just a glimpse, or a glimmer, in my eyes. Kindness, perhaps. I turned on the water, setting the faucets so that it was luke-warm, more than comfortable in the humid tropical air, before dragging her inside behind me. The water sprayed over us and ran down our naked bodies, soaking her dark hair that partially shrouded her face. Her eyes stared blankly at the wall, not moving, as if her mind had temporarily disconnected from her body for a moment. I looked down at her and then stepped out of the shower, searching for a few things as the water dripped off my body onto the floor. There were a few items I knew were in here, but I never needed myself... a brush would have been good, but I only located a comb. And shampoo... something I surely didn't use. I stepped back into the water with them in my hands, noting that her eyes had found life again, moving around blankly before looking up at me, wondering what I was doing, and why. I turned her body away from me roughly and sat on the bench behind her, going to work on the tangled mess on her head. Twenty minutes later I finally had it straightened out. Working slowly from the bottom up with the comb, taking out all of the snags, and washing her hair several times, it finally hung from her head, straight and clean. Next her body, with a soapy sponge, scrubbing her carefully from head to toe. I noticed a number of times that she would start to sob, covering her face with her hands, before getting control again and wiping her tears away. I just ignored it. One last thing. I reached out of the shower again, grabbing the waterproof electric shaver I used, and knelt down in front of her, spreading her legs out wide. She tensed her body and resisted me at first, and then gave up, looking away as I shaved her pussy until it was perfectly smooth. I had thrown caution to the wind earlier when I raped her, but as I cleaned her up and got a closer look, I was relieved to see that she appeared to be clean and healthy. I pulled her out of the shower and dried her off, covering every inch of her body with my hands as I went, like she was a piece of property that I owned. I wanted her to know that I could do anything I wanted to her, and I thought that the lesson was sinking in, as she had stopped fighting me and lifted her arms or moved around however I asked her to. Finally I stepped back to see my work was finished. She was a very pretty girl, probably 19 or so, petite and definitely underweight, delicate, with eyes that you could get lost in if you weren't careful. I turned and walked away, stopping in the bedroom to dress and grab a long-sleeve button-down shirt, and went to the kitchen. She followed, her hands together in front of her body as she looked at the floor. She had stopped crying a while ago now, and still said nothing. I tossed the shirt to her, watching her put it on, and I couldn't help but chuckle. The shirt was tailored to fit over my thick, muscular chest, and it dwarfed her tiny body as she tried to wear it. The tail of the shirt easily reached down past her ass. I turned and grabbed the groceries that I had dropped at the door and dumped them onto the counter, the makings of tamales and flautas pouring out. I preferred to eat like the locals, even if it wasn't my first choice, it made getting fresh food easier. I turned to her. "What's your name?" Her voice was tiny and quiet, barely audible. "Maria." Typical name for a Mexican girl. I pointed to the raw foods laid out on the kitchen counter, the same one I had raped her on not long before. "You know how?" Her eyes scanned the ingredients before they met mine. "Yes." I motioned to them and walked away, moving to the lounge which was open to the kitchen and sitting down. I reached under the couch and pulled a laptop out, tapping away at the keys and only watching Maria out of the corner of my eye. For several minutes she just stood there, frozen in place, looking at the door, then at me, then at the food on the table. She was hungry... so hungry. But she should run. Run away, while he's not so close to stop her, run away and never stop. She shivered, thinking of the hunger she felt. She hugged herself for a moment, her fingers brushing across her smooth, warm, clean skin. She even smelled clean. The way he had washed her body, groomed her so gently... No, she should go. Maria walked to the door and reached down, touching the handle. She would look ridiculous running down the street in nothing but this oversized shirt. Her eyes turned back to the food on the counter, as she wiped a tear away, furious with herself for getting into such a situation. Her hand left the door handle and fell to her side, and she walked to the counter instead, touching the paper covering the tortillas, still slightly warm from the market. She pulled one out and rolled it up, scarfing it down quickly. Then another. She swallowed the last bite, looking down at the familiar items before her. Then she went to work. --- I let my gaze focus on Maria as I heard food being scraped from a pan. She walked to the small table between the kitchen counter and the lounge, placing two plates containing perfectly made tamales onto it. Then she sat down and waited, her hands in her lap, not lifting her eyes from the setting in front of her. I walked to the table and sat down without a word, watching her wipe a tear away as her rapist joined her to eat the food she had just willingly prepared for him. I had kept an eye on things in the kitchen to make certain that she didn't try anything funny, and I was starving. I dove in. She did the same. --- I finished the plate, getting up and moving back to my work on the laptop. She had finished before me, ravenous from not having had a genuine hot meal in who knows how long. I wondered what her story was, what circumstances had driven her to be on the run, fending for herself in a hostile world. But I said nothing. I figured she would leave now, having gotten what she had come for. She stood up and gathered the dishes, walking back into the kitchen and cleaning each one carefully in the sink. She clearly had worked in some kind of kitchen before, judging by the skill that she had prepared our dinner. Or perhaps she had been taught by her mother. The lid of the laptop clicked as I closed it and set it aside. It was getting dark outside, and I was ready to relax. I pulled a DVD out of an envelope and slid it into the player, pressed play, and went back to the couch. The previews danced across the screen as I sat back and got comfortable. Maria walked around the counter, her job complete, and stared at the floor for a moment. She was obviously exhausted, probably in part from being on the run, and in part from trying to stop me from raping her. She was clean, and warm, and dry, and had a belly full of food. The thought of asking to stay, being with the man who had just violated her, seemed crazy. The mixed feelings and emotions rushed around in her mind like a whirlwind, confusing her more and more until a single motion cleared her mind. Never moving my eyes from the television in front of me, I pointed at the floor next to my feet. She swallowed, then stepped forward and knelt down on the rug, leaning against the couch close enough that her shoulder rested against my leg. Her eyes lifted to the movie playing. Through the insanity of it all, for the first time in a long time, as crazy at it seemed, she felt... safe. --- I listened to Maria's soft, sweet breathing for a long time, the black screen having shown the final credits long ago. I wasn't quite sure of what to make of her, really. But I knew one thing. I needed to go to bed. Before that, there was something I wanted, and she had it. I stood up, Maria waking as the support of my leg left, and she looked around wildly for a moment trying to figure out where she was. She calmed down as she remembered, and looked up at me. I didn't have to say a word, and I didn't. She only scowled and looked at the floor, too tired to put up a fight. I picked her up and up led her by the hand to my bed, laying her back and unbuttoning the shirt that covered her body. She turned her head to the side and stared at the wall, tears forming in her eyes as she began to sob silently. I finished exposing her and then pulled my hard cock out, spreading her legs out wide and taking in the sight of her clean, freshly shaved pussy. It was perfect, tight and young, the pink inner lips of her vulva barely peeking out. I bent down and slid my tongue over her slit to wet her slightly, feeling her jump at the sensation, then as my tongue penetrated her deeper, hearing her gasp and one of her hands grabbed and squeezed the bedsheets. She turned her head further away, one hand covering her mouth to muffle her sobbing as it grew louder. I wondered if she had ever had a man's tongue inside her before. I moved up her body, pausing to enjoy each of her delicious nipples before finding her opening with my shaft and sliding inside her, raping her much more gently than before. The first time was punishment, making her pay for doing wrong, this time, I just wanted to fuck her. There wasn't any need to hurt her. She kept her face turned away the entire time, sobbing still but quieter, wiping away her tears as if she thought me seeing them would make me angry. I actually loved listening to her crying, so soft and sweet, it made my cock throb to watch her give up resisting and let me rape her, spread her legs for me and let me pleasure myself with her body. The thought of it made my heart race, and I went over the edge again, thrusting hard and deep as I came inside her a second time, before collapsing onto her body, supporting myself just enough not to crush her. I breathed deeply in her ear for several minutes, letting myself recover slowly, enjoying the feel of her sexy body underneath me, before finally pulling out and getting up. I picked her up in my arms and carried her out of the bedroom, laying her down on the couch, and tossed a thin blanket to her. I turned back to my bedroom, closing and locking the door behind me so I could retire in peace. She'd be gone by morning. Heartbreak --- I stared at the ceiling for a few moments, letting the fog clear from my eyes, the warm morning sun pouring into the room, the light tropical breeze brushing against my skin. The morning smelled fresh, and clean, and of melted butter and bell peppers. Melted butter and bell peppers? I sat up abruptly, my feet touching the woven rug, the events of the day before flashing through my head. She hadn't left? I blinked a few times again and stood up, finding a black sweatshirt and pulling it over my body, nothing else but a short pair of short grey boxers covering my body. I unlocked and opened the bedroom door, walking into the kitchen and getting hit fully in the face with the smell of eggs and peppers cooking. Maria turned around, dropping the spatula in her hand and gasping as I startled her. Her eyes fell to the floor and she held her hands together, low in front of her body, as if in fear at how I would react at finding her here. I looked around for a moment, at the food and utensils spread about the counter, before pointing to the frying pan behind her, which had begun to smoke a little too much. She saw my movement and went back to it, pulling a new spatula from the kitchen drawer. I walked around the counter and sat at one of the bar stools, looking at her quizzically. I hadn't expected to see her again. Perhaps she just wanted another meal before she left. She paused for a moment to pull the simmering percolator off the stove, pouring hot coffee into two mugs on the counter. She set it aside and swallowed, picking one up carefully and setting it near me, her eyes never lifting to meet mine. "Here, sir." "Patrón." She looked up and met my eyes for a brief moment before looking down again. "S... sir?" "You may call me Patrón, if you wish." It could be translated a number of ways, but left no question to its meaning. "Here you are... mi Patrón." The other cup she pulled close to her lips and sipped slowly, before returning to the cooking food. I stared for a moment longer before my eyes fell upon the cup of hot coffee before me, my hands slowly drawing it up to my mouth and taking a careful sip. It was perfect. I turned away, getting up and walking through the back door to the garden, sitting down at the patio table as was my morning custom. The gem-like ocean waters were calming to sit and watch from up here. Maria timidly stepped onto the patio, carrying two plates and the pan of hot eggs and peppers. She set them down on the table and served both from the same pan, before scurrying back inside. A moment later she was back, sitting down again, waiting. Waiting for me. I stroked my chin and watched her for a moment before accepting the food she made, watching her follow my lead without a word. --- She was still cleaning up when there was a knock at the door. Maria froze in place, unsure of what to do. I heard it and walked by her to the foyer, turning back to her and nodding toward the bedroom with my head. She tip-toed out of sight. I checked who it was and then sighed, opening the door. "Good morning señor." The middle-aged woman smiled up at me, wondering why I wasn't opening the door to let her in. "Lucia. I forgot that it was Wednesday. Ahhhh... I... I won't be needing your services today. I'm sorry to make you come all this way." She smiled again at me sweetly. "Not a problem señor. Have a good day." I thanked her and closed the door, turning and making eye contact with Maria as she peaked around the corner. "I don't suppose that you clean, as well, hmmm?" Her eyes fell to the floor as she reached up and brushed a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Yes.. I can, mi Patrón." I walked up close to her body, watching as she flattened it against the wall. "Is that so. And why is it that you're even still here, hmmm?" She hung her head and her shoulders shook as she began to cry, wiping tears away from her eyes quickly, as if she could hide it from me. "I... I don't know why." "You don't know why. Fine. Perhaps eventually you'll be able to tell me. Until then, why don't you maintain your usefulness and clean the house, since I couldn't let my maid in with you lurking about." She sighed deeply, as if relieved that I wasn't throwing her out the door. "Yes, mi Patrón." --- I found a few more tasks for Maria that day, and she seemed eager to perform them. I only had to correct her a few times... clearly she was no stranger to domestic duties. She stood before me again, awaiting her next assignment. I looked her over, letting my eyes wander over her body. She sighed deeply in defeat, as if she already knew what it was going to be. I stood up and walked past her into the bedroom, undressing myself unceremoniously. She followed me in, watched me for a moment and then removed my shirt from her body, climbing onto the bed and laying on her back, her head turned to the wall again. I stifled a smile and climbed onto her, moving unchallenged between her thighs as she spread her legs for me, whimpering sharply as I entered her. I wanted to take my time and enjoy myself this time, I had been in much more of a rush before. This afternoon, I had nothing else to do but relax, and enjoying this little plaything seemed like the perfect way to spend it. For the first time I really slowed down and enjoyed kissing her body, her neck and chin, taking in deep breaths of her lovely scent, moving to her lips, feeling their delicious sensation even though they remained limp as I kissed them, my hands moving down and enjoying her firm, young body. Her pussy grew more and more wet, allowing me to plunge my hardened cock deeper and harder into her, hearing her gentle moans each time I buried it as far as it would go. I slowed my pace slightly to prolong my pleasure and let my body press against hers, breathing hard into her ear. I had been fucking her steadily for a good thirty minutes, speeding up and slowing down as I needed, until finally it was time again. I sped up a little bit, thrusting deep and regular, my breaths and groans growing more distinct, when suddenly one of her hands lifted from the side of the bed and grabbed my upper arm, squeezing it tightly. I looked over at it in surprise, her tender touch sending me over edge. I came inside her again, looking down at her hand touching me, the first time she ever touched me intentionally, sweetly, that way. I slid out and fell onto the bed beside her, catching my breath as she wiped a single tear away and got up, walking into the bathroom. A few minutes later she returned, sitting down on the side of the bed naked. I watched her for a moment, her soft shoulders moving up and down as she breathed. "Siesta?" She turned her head toward me for a moment, and then touching the thin, white down comforter with her fingertips, letting them slide across it, she laid down on her side, a foot or two away from me on the king-sized bed. I waited a moment and then she scooted herself backwards so that she was a little closer. Again, a little more. And again, until finally, she was close enough that the warmth of my skin radiated onto hers. I slid one arm under her head and pulled her the rest of the way to me, wrapping my other arm around her and holding her close. She began to cry, softly and silently, given away by her body barely shaking. I wanted my arms around her as I slept, more than anything else, so that she wouldn't slip away as I rested and do something unwise. --- I took her again that night, before it was time for bed. As we laid next to one another I thought about how each time it was getting easier for her, how she was slowly reacting to me more and more. How much I was enjoying having her body to play with, but more than that... I wanted to feel her in my arms. I hadn't had a woman sleep in my bed with me since I lost... her... years ago. Maria's breathing grew soft and regular and she fell asleep, exhausted from the tasks of the day and the stress put upon her. I thought for a while about what to do. She hadn't fully earned my trust, I couldn't have her unrestrained in my bedroom while I slept. I should put her back out on the couch and sleep alone. Still.. I got up and walked to the kitchen, finding the handcuffs in my bug-out bag, and returned to the bedroom. I cuffed one to the thick wooden rung of the headboard and the other to one of Maria's wrists. She awoke for a moment, her eyes falling upon it, and blinked a few times as she knew that meant she'd be stuck there for the rest of the night. Her eyes closed and she fell back asleep. That was the first night that she spent with me. --- Maria fell into a regular routine as the week went on, taking care of the cooking, cleaning, and even things like the laundry, without ever a complaint or really much of a word at all. When her chores were done, and I was satisfied from using her body, I'd allow her to relax and watch the television, or read from my library, watching sometimes in amusement as she rapidly went back and forth between the words on the page and a Spanish/English dictionary that she kept close by. In the evening I normally would find myself relaxing in the lounge, reading or watching a movie, and she always took the spot on the floor at my feet, without any prompting on my part. That's where I was, reading, when it happened. She was sitting on the floor in her usual spot, reading a novel, when she set the book aside and began to stare off into space. It wasn't unusual, and it's something I often did myself as I pondered what I read or found myself lost in my own thoughts. Then she turned to me, those deep brown eyes sliding, slowly, up my body and looking briefly into my eyes before dropping down again. Her hand... reached out, touched the inside of my ankle, and slid up, slowly and with unmistakable intent, to my knee, a few inches up my thigh, then back down where her hand gripped my jeans tightly. My cock swelled. I could see her body was shaking, trembling, but not out of fear this time, this was... something else. Excitement. She swallowed hard, still not moving her eyes from the floor as she clung to me, her breathing growing deep and labored. I took in every detail for a moment, the sight of her opening that part of her to me, her sweet scent, the lovely subtle sounds that she made, before I reached out and stroked the side of her face with the backside of my hand, softly and slowly, watching as her eyes closed at the contact and her lips parted, making the sound of a tiny gasp. I stood up and took her by the hand, leading her to the bedroom as I had several times a day for the past week, but I knew this time was different. It was she followed me, not reluctant, knowing she was about to be used for her body, but with a spring in her step, almost like she was skipping. I think she even let out a tiny giggle as she hopped onto the bed and turned around to face me. I couldn't control myself any longer. I pounced on her, pushing her down into the bed, and ripped open the shirt that she was wearing, hearing her shriek in delight. My hand grabbed her by the chin, guiding her mouth to my lips, kissing her deeply and passionately, feeling her return my kiss with abandon, her hands wrapping around my head and pulling me tighter to her, clawing at me lustfully. My mouth traveled down her body like that of a hungry animal devouring its prey, kissing and gently biting her flesh, each time a moan or gasp leaving her mouth as her back arched and her body squirmed under me, until I found myself between her legs, taking in that delicious scent of a woman, plunging my tongue into her body. She was soaked. She had started to get wet, times before, as she got more comfortable with me having my way with her, but never was it like this. She was so incredibly drenched in her own lubricant that she was actually leaking onto the bed, making a small wet mark between her legs on the down comforter. I looked down at it for a moment, realizing for the first time how horny this girl really was, and then lust took over again. I took two fingers and easily slid them all the way up inside her, a loud gasp escaping as she squirmed some more, and then as I added my tongue to it, swirling it slowly around her clit, I felt one of her hands reach down and grab my head, pulling it tighter to her as the other grabbed a handful of the blanket and pulled at it violently. I had enjoyed her taste several times, but it was always for my own amusement or to wet her for my cock to penetrate her more easily, but this time I was enjoying the reactions of her body too much, and I kept at what I was doing. It didn't take but a few moments longer, as the most indescribable series of screams and moans and shrieks of pleasure left her mouth, such volume I never thought possible from such a small person. Her pussy began to twitch, her body shaking and rocking back and forth as she bucked her pelvis wildly, and then the twitching changed into a full spasm as the orgasm rocked her body, her legs kicking as she squealed like a wild animal, each contraction of her vagina squeezing down hard on my fingers. At long last her body went limp, both hands falling to her sides as one leg slid straight and the other folded over it, little moans filling the room. I wanted to look at her forever that way, so peaceful and satiated, but I was insane with lust over her and couldn't stop myself. She gasped loudly and her eyes shot wide open again, looking deep into mine as my cock slide balls-deep into her dripping wet hole. She'd never looked at me that long, that fearlessly, until that moment as I thrusted deeper into her, feeling the nails of her fingers digging slightly into my back as she moaned and gasped with a wide-open mouth, the passion filling her eyes as they rolled back uncontrollably. I'll never know how many times she came that night, I lost count and I'm certain she did too. Every time she went over the edge it only made me want her more, made me go mad with passion, every reaction of her body making me harder, making my thrusts firmer, filling me with energy and lust for her. I felt like days had gone by, though it was only the wee hours of the morning when she said it. "P... please... mi Patrón, please no more... it... it is too much... I can't... I can't have another..." I laughed gently at her and complied, switching my thrusting from what I knew, at this point, was exactly what she needed, to what would get me off the quickest. I let myself go now, got lost in my own pleasure, fucking her fast and hard with the full length of my cock, letting her know loudly with groans and growls just how good it felt. She gasped again as her eyes widened, trying to take in every detail of my pleasure, when they started to glaze over again. "Okay... okay... may.... maybe I can have another.... ooooh.... OOOOHHHH..." My body shuddered as I came inside her, feeling the pulsations of her orgasm mixing with my own, our moans and words of passion filling the night air, collapsing into one sweaty, exhausted heap as we finished. That night, there were no handcuffs keeping her secured to the bed. She slept in my arms, content and safe in my arms. She could have gotten up in the night, found my pistol, shot me in my sleep. I wouldn't have cared. --- I found myself enjoying having Maria around more and more as the weeks went on. I required her to speak English with me, and gradually, with my help, it greatly improved. She was so well-behaved, so grateful for my shelter and protection, and very rarely gave me any trouble. There was only this one time, when she was having a difficult day, and she snapped at me. I don't recall exactly what was said, but as soon as it happened she bowed her head, clasping her hands in front of her as she often did and spoke quietly and softly. "I am sorry, mi Patrón. Very sorry, please forgive me..." I stared at her for a few moments, knowing full well that I could not allow such a transgression to pass without correction. "I see, little one. Very well, I will forgive you, but you will still face punishment for this." She wiped a tear away and nodded eagerly, as if anxious to pay her recompense. I unbuckled my belt and slid it out, holding it up for her to see, watching as she began to tremble. I then took her by the wrist and turned her around, bending her over the kitchen counter and lifting up the skirt that I had bought for her, displaying her bare, tan ass. She wore no panties, as she had been told. "There will be ten. Count out loud for me." She sniffled as she gripped the far edge of the counter, bracing herself. "Yes, mi Patrón." The loud crack of leather against skin broke the quiet in the room, a short, sharp scream leaving her mouth followed by several rapid pants as she fought to control her breathing, before answering. "One, sir." She counted each strike, her body jumping violently at each one, the delicious sounds of her shrieks and cries filling the room, until she reached ten, and slid off the counter to the floor to cry to herself quietly. "I.... I'm sorry, mi Patrón... please... please forgive me." I hung the belt on a hook next to the bedroom door, planning on leaving it there for a week or so as a gentle reminder for her to respect her master. "Ask me again in the morning, and it will be forgotten." That night she slept on the rug, on the floor next to my bed. --- Maria gained my trust to the point where I would send her to the market with money to buy our goods and groceries. She blended in perfectly and it helped me stay under the radar, plus it was one less task for me to take care of in the day. From time to time I would reward her by giving her little just for herself, to buy a treat or something she liked. Today, however, I was at the market alone. I had already gotten what I needed and was just browsing some of the artisan's stands when I saw it. It's hard to say what struck me about it, or why I even thought of using it this way, but I found myself strangely fascinated by the thought. It was a finely crafted, horsehide leather collar. I picked it up and felt it, rubbing the soft leather between my fingers, touching the metal ring attached to the front of it. I looked at the wiry man behind the booth, bartered with him for a moment, and took it home. I set it in a drawer in the bedroom, shaking my head at myself. It was a crazy idea anyway. --- The warm tropical breeze caressed our faces as we laid in the shade together on the patio, her head and part of her upper body resting on my chest. I recall it was a Sunday, we had slept in, had a late breakfast, and I planned on doing as little as possible all day long. So far, it was a success. My hand rested on her head, and from time to time I would stroke her brown hair gently, watching her pretty smile spread across her face. I breathed slowly and deeply as I looked down at her, a heavy but not unfamiliar weight growing inside my chest... I hadn't felt that for a very, very long time. And why would I feel it for her? Because she chose to stay even after what I did? Because she chose to serve and obey me? Because of her soft, gentle spirit that made me feel a peace I hadn't known in... such a long time? I suppose so. "Why did you stay?" Her eyes opened as she looked me quizzically. "Mi Patrón?" "Why... did you stay? After that first day." She rolled off of me and onto her side, looking away, into the vast ocean laid out before us. She was thinking, I could tell, by listening to her breathing, her gently sighing as she let herself remember, prepared to share it with me. She finally spoke, her voice quiet and sweet, still thick with her accent. "My padre... was a farmer. One day, the cartels came. Said that they owned this land and from now on he would work for them, grow what they told him. He refused." Heartbreak She paused for a moment and held a hand over her face, then rolled over again to me, buried her face in my chest. "That night, the men came. Kill my... padre, and... my madre. I hide, but... they find me too. Put a bag on my head and put me into the trunk of a car. I was in there... for a very long time. When they finally stopped, the men took me out and started talking, what to do with me. I was very, very scared." I held her close to me and kept silent, letting her continue. "One of the men, set his... gun... on the ground, not far from me, he thought I would not know how.... it was... as big as me..." She showed with her hands the length of it, obviously a rifle of one kind or another. "When his back to me, I took it and... I pointed it and..." She indicated with her index finger pulling a trigger. "When the bullets stopped, I turned and ran, as fast as I can, into the forest. I hear one, or two, of the men screaming. Some were chasing me too. I ran and ran, until I could not anymore. I curled up in a hole in the ground and stayed, all night. I had nowhere to go. My family... they..." Her body shuddered as she began to sob, clutching me tightly, her fingers digging into me as the pain flowed through her, as she let it out while I held her close. I squeezed her tightly and waited. "I'm right here. Take your time." After a while her breathing slowed down and she sniffled, wiping her tears away. "I walked until I found a town, and tried to find help. But no one would listen, and when I said that I was hiding from the cartel... No one would help me... I had to sleep anywhere I could, steal food... It was this way for... I do not know how long. Many, many days. I kept walking from place to place, and one day, I saw the house, I looked, in the windows, and could not see anyone. So... I..." She shrugged and shivered, knowing that I already knew what happened next. "After, when you bathed me, gave me food, I did not know what to do. I had nothing, nowhere to go, I wanted to run away, to be safe, but right there, I felt safer than I had in... I do not know. And I knew that you were a... dangerous man, and if one of the cartel's men found me... you could..." Her voice trailed off as her eyes looked up to mine, questioning. "Hide you, protect you." She nodded. "You pointed at the floor, next to your feet, and my body moved, on its own, sitting down there next to you, and my mind asked what it was doing. But, that night, when you... took me again, it... it was not so bad. And I thought, maybe I would see, how long you would let me stay, until I know what to do." She pulled herself up closer to me, kissing me softly on the lips, then pushing her face into my neck, taking in my scent, trying to cover herself in it. "One day, I do not remember, it came into my mind that, I had not thought of what to do next, did not care anymore. I just wanted to be with you." I held her tightly, staying quiet for a long time as I let her words sink in. "I want you to be with me too." --- It was a few days later when the call came. Maria was relaxing at my feet in the lounge when the shrill, obnoxious ring broke the peace and quiet. I sighed and gritted my teeth. Only one person had that number, and I already knew what the call meant. I walked to the fridge and reached up, pulling the cell phone off its charger on top of it and putting it to my ear. "Enigma." The computerized female voice chirped briskly back to me. "Enter voiceprint." I rolled my eyes at the procedure. "The quick red fox jumped over the lazy brown dog." "Voiceprint confirmed, stand by." A deep male voice answered and identified himself, pretty pointless considering he was one of my oldest friends. "I know I promised to leave you be, and I'm sorry to bother you like this, but something's come up with one of your previous operations. We're going to need you here, just for consult, help us through some of the finer details. Are you stateside?" "What do you think?" "Yeah, I figured. Can you get here, pronto?" I sighed, my eyes falling on Maria. She looked nervous. Frightened, even. As if even she knew what the call meant for me, wondering what it would mean for her. "Yes, I'll make it happen." I walked back to the lounge and sat down, noting her demeanor and body language. She swallowed and her eyes darted about, avoiding mine. "It's time for me to go home." Her eyes instantly looked at mine, wide, starting to get wet from the tears welling up. I reached down and stroked her face the way I often did, slowly and gently with the backside of my fingers, staring into her deep brown, questioning eyes. "Do you wish to stay with me?" Both her hands grabbed my pantleg and gripped the denim tightly as she nodded in earnest. "Yes, yes mi Patrón, please... please keep me..." I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees as I looked at her intently. "There will be rules. More than there are now. You'll be expected to work hard and do as I ask. You'll belong to me." She nodded forcefully. "Yes, I understand, mi Patrón. Please... please keep me..." My eyes lifted to the bedroom door, thinking of that object in my drawer. I stood up and walked over, opening it and lifting it out. I took it back to her and let it dangle from my fingers so she could examine it. A small silver tag hung from the ring, with a single word inscribed on it. "Maria". "Do you wish to wear this for me, as a reminder that you are mine?" She sat up straight on her knees, reaching up with both hands and lifting her hair up and away from her neck, nodding as she held back her tears. I knelt down and gently wrapped the collar around her neck, finding the right place for the buckle so that it fit snug, but comfortable against her soft skin. She reached up and touched it, smiling sweetly and she sniffled, before nearly tackling me with a firm embrace. She couldn't hold it back anymore and the tears came, a rush of intense emotion overcoming her, relief, belonging, safety, someone that would keep her, maybe even forever. I held her close, let her head rest against my chest and listen to my heart beat, until she breathed softly and quietly. I picked her up in my arms and carried her to my bed where we made love, gently and sweetly, the master and his servant girl. --- "I could get in a lot of trouble for this, you know. I hope whatever it is, it's worth it." I smiled at my old friend as I stepped off the boat and embraced him. Maria came up behind me, placing her feet onto American soil for the first time. "Oh... I see." My friend shook his head at me. "I don't want to know." Maria carried our things from the boat to the back of the large SUV as my friend and I caught up, and then we got in and drove away. Less than an hour later we pulled into the driveway of my home. Maria stepped out, her eyes wide as she looked around... she must have thought she was in heaven. My little slice of paradise is humble by most accounts, but it's set back from the road, wooded and private, the green landscaping well-kept. We walked up the stairs to the stone-built house, finally entering through the thick, oversized wooden door. Maria looked at me, silently asking for permission, and I nodded for her to go ahead. She smiled and wandered into the great room, dwarfed by a large stone fireplace that extended up to the top of the tall ceiling. To her, from what she was used to, even the little cottage we lived in together for a while, this must have seemed like a castle. Her eyes darted about as she covered her mouth, trying to disguise her excitement. She turned and ran, literally, to me and knelt down at my feet, clutching my legs with both hands. "Thank you, mi Patrón... thank you..." I chuckled and hushed her as I touched her soft, straight hair. "Alright, all right. That's quite enough. You have a lot to learn, little one. First of all, we're in America now. So, no more 'mi Patrón'. From now on you may use 'my lord', if you wish." She nodded as she sat back on her knees, wiping tears away. "Yes, my lord." --- After assigning her a list of chores and duties to handle each day, as well as making my rules clear to her, I left Maria the run of the house as I took care of the work I needed to handle. As it turned out, it became a bit of a habit, but didn't seem so drearysome anymore. For one, I didn't need to fight any longer, spending most of my time training the younger recruits or consulting. For another, I had Maria to come home to. She was always waiting, posed perfectly inside the foyer, sitting straight and proud on her knees with her eyes cast to the floor, hands on her thighs with her palms up. She always smiled slightly, as if she was trying to look serious but was too happy to see me to contain herself. Something else changed after our move as well, something that had awoken inside her not long before leaving Mexico but really had flourished since we arrived here, like an caged animal that had been set free. I never asked her what sexual experiences she had had before me, I knew only that she was not a virgin when I found her. But it seemed, based on her reactions, the way that she responded to me, that truly experiencing sexual pleasure was something very new. And as she learned more about herself, more about being someone's lover, she became more and more addicted to it. It was almost as if that ecstasy she felt during those times was the only thing that truly gave her release, let her forget the bad things in her past, let her completely let go and embrace that single moment in time in which she felt so incredibly alive. Or maybe, I was just reading too far into it, and she just loved to fuck. Either way, I wasn't complaining. She was insatiable, she couldn't get enough of it, she wanted me in every orifice of her body and she wanted it as often as I would give it. She'd get down on her knees and beg me for it, and I just loved to torment her by making her plead with me until she was near tears before letting her have it. She knew what I was doing, and a part of her loved it too. I actually banned her from pleasuring herself when I was off to work, just to torture her, and by the time I got home, her pussy would be so wet... sometimes I would have to pull out and wipe myself off just to get some friction. I'll never forget this one time. I was at work, mid-morning, when I got a text message from her. I had given her a cell phone so she could reach me if there was an emergency. Naturally this turned into playfully teasing one another throughout the day. My phone vibrated and I pulled it out to have look. "My lord, I've been thinking about pleasuring your cock all morning, my pussy is so incredibly wet, may I please come while thinking about you?" I smirked as I tapped on the screen. "No, little pet, you may not. You know the rules." "Oooohhh... pleeease sir. Please let me my lord, my clit is aching to be touched, please sir..." "And it will be touched, once I've returned and you've asked me properly." "Please my lord, please, I need it so bad it hurts..." "You've gotten my answer. Now be a good girl, and I will see you soon." "Yes, my lord." Several hours later I walked through the door, seeing her greet me in her usual fashion, but her body was trembling, her eyes wet. I ignored her for a moment, walking past her and hearing her swallow hard as she waited without a word. "Were you a good girl today?" Her body shivered. As I looked down I noticed a couple of drips on the floor between her thighs as she sat on her feet, her back straight. "Yes, my lord, I was very good, I waited all day for you. I need you so badly sir... please..." Her body sobbed for a moment as she wiped a tear away. "please sir, I need you... I've thought about nothing but having your cock inside me, please take me sir..." I smiled as she begged me, down on her knees, her tearful eyes pleading with me. I could only imagine how hard it must have been, watching the hours pass as her body ached for release. I reached down and stroked her cheek with the backside of my fingertips, and then took her by the hand, pulling her to her feet. I pushed her against the wall, pulled out my cock, picked her up and let her legs wrap around my body. She was moaning in delight before I even entered her, and the moment I did, her drenched pussy easily accepting the entire length of my shaft, she screamed, with the loudest, most terrifying sound I'd ever heard from another person. She came instantly, hours upon hours of arousal and frustration venting in one long, beautiful moment as all that pressure was released, her entire body spasming and shaking as the orgasm went on and on until, at long last, she relaxed, her legs falling away from me and her neck going limp, she would have fallen on the floor if I hadn't been there to hold her. As the years passed, I gradually allowed Maria more freedom. I hired a tutor to help her with her English, "acquired" some "paperwork" so that she could get her driver's license and help me drive on long trips, or run errands around town. And I trained her... to fight, with her hands, with a knife, with guns. I didn't want her to ever feel helpless again. I taught her, or found someone to teach her, anything she asked to learn, and how she wanted to learn, her eager young mind soaking up everything it could. She was the perfect little pet, grateful, hard-working, and loyal. --- Maria laid on the couch with her head on my lap, naked, satiated, her body wrapped in a thin blanket as she watched the roaring fire. "My lord?" "Yes, little one?" "I... need to ask you something... it's hard for me to ask." "Go on." She sighed slowly, her chest heavy with nervousness. "I would like to have a job... I mean, a real job. I still want to do all of my chores, and be yours, for whatever you need me for, but..." I looked away while I pondered her request. I had sensed something like this was coming for a while, had been waiting for this conversation. I thought for a few moments, even though, deep inside, I already knew the answer I would give. "Alright." As we laid in bed together that night, and she drifted off to sleep in my arms, I thought for a long time about what she has asked me for. I knew, had known, all along, that Maria was a strong woman. She had survived a terrible ordeal... well... perhaps two terrible ordeals, and she had been getting stronger for a long time. Did she want to leave, have a life of her own? I had to force myself to stop thinking about it, as the feelings that came over me when I imagined not having her anymore were too much to bear. It was never supposed to be like this. She was just a pet, and I was simply her protector. --- We sat on the waterfront park bench together, each holding a cup of hot coffee, enjoying the springtime sun. The light breeze made Maria's soft hair blow against her tan face, I liked to watch her brush it away, trying to get it to stay behind one ear. She was stunning, not the frightened young girl I had taken in years before, but a woman, smart, and beautiful, and charming. The sound of children laughing caught her attention, and we began watching a young family playing together in the park for a few moments. "Have you thought about it?" I looked at her, surprised at the question. "Thought about... having children?" "Yes." "Well... I can't." "You... can't?" I smirked. "Didn't you wonder? Why, you know... you never..." She pursed her lips and looked down. "I... didn't know that. I guess I just thought... that... the timing was never right... or..." She shrugged. I watched her face for a long time, seeing her disappointment despite her best efforts to hide it. She turned to me and gave me that smile, one that only I knew what it meant. She was trying to disguise how she really felt. "This is important to you." She swallowed hard, stared out into the ocean, and said nothing. --- I was standing in the kitchen, preparing a meal, still in the clothes that I was wearing from my morning run. I had just made it to the small table and sat down when I heard Maria's soft steps coming down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Good morning, little one, do you..." Something isn't right. I turned to her and looked, noting that she was dressed in street clothes that she had bought, as if ready to go out. She didn't greet me in her usual way... her eyes, they softly stared into mine, holding contact. She swallowed, then smiled sweetly, taking two steps to close the distance between us as she held up her hand, giving me something. In it was the leather collar I had placed on her neck years before. One hand gripped the side of the table as my head spun, a massive crushing weight pushing on me. She said nothing... she didn't have to. My heart... rolled out of my chest and shattered into pieces as it fell to the floor. "No baby..." I shook my head, my legs week, as I slid off the chair and fell to my knees at her feet. Emotion bubbled out, uncorked, as the feelings overwhelmed me, the years of training and all my strength worthless and unable to hold it in. I began to sob as I begged her... "Please baby... no... please don't go... I... I need you. I NEED YOU. Please..." She reached down and touched my shoulder, placing the collar into my hands. "You don't need me. I needed you. You saved me. You made me strong. You gave me everything, and for that I'm grateful forever. But it's time. Time for me to go, to have my own life." A single tear slid down her cheek, and she wiped it away as she turned. She picked up her bag, already packed, at the bottom of the stairs, and looked back at me. I couldn't move, paralyzed, trembling, my lips curled back as I tried to cover my mouth and continued crying uncontrollably, called out to her, begged her to not to go. Then she opened the door, and she walked away. THE END Heartbreak This was a painful week for me. I just broke up with my boyfriend who I was seeing for the past two years. I had just turned twenty and Alex told me he wanted to see other people. I couldn't believe that I was no longer good enough for him. I was home and in my bedroom. Only my Dad was in the house. My Mom was away with some of her friends. I took off my clothes and tried to relieve some of my tension. I began to rub my clit with my fingers. I must have really gotten worked up. My Dad knock on my door. "Are you okay in there Ellen," he said to me. "I'm fine Daddy," I told him. A few seconds passed and I thought my Dad had walked away. That was when I heard the door open up. In walked my Dad and he was staring at my naked body. The room got deathly silent. I said something I can barely believe I said. "Come in Daddy." My Dad is a big guy. Not really fat, but big boned. I hate to admit it, but I thought about what his cock might look like a few times. Dad walked over to the bed and looked down on me. "Stay with me Daddy," I told him. My Dad didn't miss a beat. I watched as he slowly stripped out of his clothes. In a minute or so he was naked before me. I have to say that my Dad's cock was enormous. Alex looked small compared to him. Dad climbed up onto the bed and spread my legs. A shiver went down my spine as Dad climbed in between my thighs and he lowered his head. The next thing I knew, Dad was licking my pussy. I just lost it then. I started to moan and tell my Dad to lick my pussy. Daddy pushed a finger into me and his tongue went to my clitty. I was so fucking wet to begin with. Daddy made me even wetter. I pushed my hips into his face. Dad pulled his finger away and I felt his tongue slide into my gash. Damn, I was getting so turned on at that point. I should have told him to stop, but I couldn't bring myself to tell him that. A few minutes of him licking me and my Dad pulled his face away. I was staring directly at his hard dick. It had to be a good eight inches in length. Daddy pulled me to him and he took hold of his cock in his hand. He started rubbing that fat cock head across my lips. I thought I might just pass out. Daddy then pushed a few inches into me. I threw my head back and let out a squeal. I was so tight and my Dad's cock felt like it was splitting me open. In and out Daddy fed more and more of his cock into my belly. I did manage to wrap my legs around his back. Daddy stretched his legs out and he began to pound into me hard. To be honest, I had never felt a cock like that before. Daddy was so thick and long. I thought I might pass out from the fucking he was giving me. Daddy drove his pole into me and then he lowered his mouth to my pouting nipples. He inhaled both nips into his wet mouth. I totally gave into my father's fucking and tasting of me. Fuck me hard, Daddy!" I was glad no one else was around to hear me beg my Dad to take me with his hard member. I know he had all eight inches inside me because I felt his low hanging balls hitting my ass cheeks. I took every hard inch he gave me that day. Daddy said he had wanted me for a long time. Now he had me in bed and I was taking his cock deep in my pussy. We must have fucked for well over an hour. I had a few orgasms as he took me like some cheap whore. Daddy finally grunted and arched his back. I felt his hot seed squirting into me as I milked him with my pussy muscles. I know we shouldn't have fucked without a condom, but his cum felt so good flowing into my hot tunnel. Daddy filled my tummy up good with all his white hot cum. He finally collapsed on top of me, leaving his cock buried in my pussy. We ended up kissing each other. Daddy did finally go soft. His cock slipped out of me with this plopping sound. I reached down with my fingers and felt his warm seed dripping out of me. I brought some up to my mouth for a taste. My Daddy really pushed me over the edge that morning. I went into the bathroom and got cleaned up. When I returned my Dad was on his back and his cock was now erect once more. I knew I had to have him again. I got up over top of him and I took hold of his shaft. I slid down onto his slippery dick and Daddy's cock went all the way into me one more time. I went up and down that thick monster as my Dad reached for my ass. He was pulling my cheeks apart as I rode his pole. It actually felt better the second time around. I was able to take him much easier. I just kept slamming down on his long prick and he made me scream to be taken a second time. His cock felt so deep inside my belly. It was like a snake was crawling around inside making me lust for it. We must have fucked even longer this time around. "I'm cumming!' My Daddy cried out. I felt his blasts of cream enter me again. I just kept dropping down onto his cock as he raised his ass up to fill my belly with his long cock. This time I collapsed onto my Dad's chest. "Thank you Daddy," I told him. A few weeks have passed since that morning. It has been harder for my Dad and me to find a time to be together. Whenever my Mom leaves the house we head directly to my bed. Daddy has taken me with his bare cock each and every time. I am on the pill, but I still think about my Dad making me pregnant. I wonder what it would be like if my Daddy makes my belly grow big. I did tell him once if he wanted to impregnate me it would be okay by me. He gave me a strange look. I am not sure if that is on his mind as well. I might just go off birth control and have my Dad seed me until I have his baby. Heartbreak and Thereafter A simple description of Vasudha would be that she is a sexy woman. Hovering around 45, she did keep many men and even boys curious about her. Surprisingly she wasn't one among those who keep making a great fuss about food habits and physical fitness. In fact her frequent outings and club activities meant that she kept anything looking edible into her mouth. She herself had admitted several times that her little secret about her looks was her relaxed mind. Obviously, she could afford to be relaxed with the huge fortunes her husband had left behind. Parthiv, her only son had almost all the virtues of his parents and hence he never gave his mother any moment of anxiety, at least until the recent past. Parthiv was undoubtedly amongst the heartthrobs of the town and deservingly so. At 21 years, he remained focused on his career ahead. The sudden twist to his tale came because of a brief love affair which eventually ended in a bitter heart break. Although Parthiv did manage to get on from there without entangling his life into any further mess, Vasudha knew that he wasn't the same person as he once used to be. She could notice an element of recklessness in his behavior occasionally; making her wonder if he would ever be the person whom he used to be. She did make a few conspicuous efforts to restore normalcy in his life before she finally decided to jump the fence. It was a cold Saturday night in mid December and Parthiv had begun what now had become his usual regular dose of some fine whisky. Parthiv's eyes brightened to see his mother get to the balcony with a rather transparent saree revealing her sleeveless blouse beneath. More shock was about to follow as she picked up an empty glass and stretched forward to him suggesting that she wanted to have a dose or two. Parthiv kept staring in the dark, sipping his whisky and watching the reaction on his mother's face that looked extremely uncomfortable tasting the drink. The cool breeze began to blow letting Vasudha's thin saree fiber flutter. Parthiv's eyes comfortably settled on his mother's chest as he gulped the drink. Vasudha eventually broke the silence after managing to finish of her first drink. "If this could be a solution to miseries I would have tried long back," she smiled. "But you know I never look for excuses in life." Parthiv avoided looking at his mother realizing that she was making another attempt to counsel him. Vasudha was looking straight into his eyes which were another cause for a mild feel of embarrassment for him. "I don't think this could be a solution either," Parthiv spoke without turning his face. His voice was heavy with an undercurrent of depression. "I am just trying to keep myself relaxed." "Look at me," Vasudha suddenly sounded firm. Parthiv turned to see that she was actually smiling. "I don't think there is any reason for you to avoid looking at me." "Are you joining me for the next round?" Parthiv picked up the scotch bottle and began uncapping it. "No," Vasudha replied quickly. "I suggest that you can stop here as well." Parthiv wasn't unduly pleased with his mother's stricture. "I need some more," Parthiv began pouring as he spoke. "Or else I might not sleep well tonight." "Think again," Vasudha smiled again. "I can make you sleep well tonight if you stop at once." "Are you going to sing some lullaby?" Parthiv queried laughingly, concealing his mild anger. "Not exactly," Vasudha joined his laughing. "But, I bet you will surely sleep well." "May I know how?" Parthiv asked with a shade of surprise. "I am your mother," Vasudha said evenly. "You might not be remembering that you were drinking my milk till you were in the fourth standard." "I don't remember," Parthiv nodded in acceptance. "But I am content with my whisky now." "Look out," Vasudha unsnapped the safety hook on the left side of her shoulder which had pinned her saree and blouse together. She stood up and began unwinding the saree around her with amazing ease. Parthiv's eyes couldn't resist straying on her magnificent breasts under the cover of a tight blouse. Parthiv's face grew pale in excitement watching his mother standing like a sexy angel in blouse and petticoat. He felt as though a fireball was rushing from his lungs towards his abdomen causing an unexpected prick underneath his brief. "I will stop if you don't want me to go further." Vasudha's hands had already reached to the bottom of her blouse as if she was awaiting his instruction to unclasp the hook. Her eyes were glowing with mischief as she watched her son's widen. It was a tricky situation for Parthiv as he really didn't know what to reply. He realized that his nerves were taking over his brain as the bulge underneath was growing speedily. He moistened his lips by popping out his tongue and brushing it all over his mouth. Vasudha soon understood her son's predicament, walked towards him, went on her knees and placed her arms on his thighs as if she wanted to reassure her hesitant son. "Forget that I am your mother," She spoke while her fingers stroked his thighs. "I am just a woman before you willing to take off the last bit of clothe on me." Parthiv swallowed hard sensing a fresh stream of blood running through his body because of the sudden proximity of his mother. Vasudha gently squeezed his thighs for a while before they moved upwards. "Take me," Vasudha closed her eyes and whispered. "Let's make love here; right in the balcony. I want to see the sky and watch stars while you take everything from me." "Isn't a sin?" Parthiv hushed. "Let's not waste time," Vasudha spoke while her fingers rushed to his lips to silence him. "I can't think of anything else to bring back the cheer in you." Vasudha's face leaned forward and her sharp nose brushed against her son's crotch gently. She looked up, flashed a sexy smile at her son as her left fist closed his bulge. Parthiv's head swung back feeling his mother's hands on his manhood and he groaned as she began squeezing his rock hard penis. "How would you like?" Vasudha winked at Parthiv. "Should I unzip your trouser or you will do it yourself?" She wasn't actually willing to wait for his answer as her hands reached for the zip to pull it down slowly. Parthiv wished to pinch himself to be assured that he wasn't having some wet dream. His heart pumped like frantically realizing the prospect of a wonderful blow job from his beloved mother and may be more. "Be a man," Vasudha said taking his hands, pulling them towards her breasts. Parthiv's hands trembled feverishly upon brushing his mother's wonderful breasts. It took just a few moments for him to shrug off his pretenses as he eagerly grabbed a handful of his mother's breasts. Vasudha smiled with closed eyes and her expression suggested that she was enjoying the feel of her son's hands clutching her wonderful globes. "I won't ask you to be gentle with them," Vasudha murmured. "Deal as you wish." Parthiv wondered how his mom could be having such a seducing effect on him. He ran his fingers inside her tight blouse, exploring underneath her bra, rubbing against the nipples and tweaking them with passion. Vasudha expedited pushing down his trouser and pulling out her son's enormous dick from the captivity of the brief. Parthiv sighed aloud as her palm went around the head a few times before her fingers began stroking the hardened rod. "Parthiv," Vasudha whispered. "Why didn't you show this to me before?" "As a matter of fact," Parthiv said smilingly. "I wanted to ask you the same question." "Naughty boy," Vasudha said after gently tapping his cheek. "Let me get rid of something." Vasudha's impatience became more evident as she pulled off her blouse with a rustling noise as the hooks flew all over the balcony. She really got rid of the wasted blouse and bra in real quick time and let her wonderful tits swing in the air much to the delight of her young son. Parthiv pounced on the pair of sexy tits and began squeezing them as hard as he could. "I want to suck them," Parthiv spoke biting his lips unable to cope up with the excitement. "Suck what?" Vasudha queried tilting her head sexily. "Your..your..," Parthiv stammered wondering as to how best he could describe his mother's breasts. "You mean my tits?" Vasudha laughed visibly amused at her son's lingering hesitation. "Yes..Yes," Parthiv said hurriedly even though he was slightly taken aback by her crude language. "They are all yours," Vasudha said as her grip on her son's shaft tightened. "But, let me have a go at your young dick first." Parthiv felt like flying in space as she dived and took his dick right into her mouth. He was amazed to see the horny side of his mother as her lips brushed all over the erect meat suggesting what a great sucker she might have been during her prime. The young lad watched the exemplary hand-mouth coordination of his mother as she went about giving the blowjob of a lifetime. While the horny lady was engrossed sucking his dick, he could barely manage fondling her 'tits' with passion like never before. Parthiv knew that his dick had grown like a monster inside his mother's mouth while she was relentlessly sucking the growing demon as if it was her favorite recipe. "Mommy, I don't want to cum inside your mouth," Parthiv almost yelled soon. "Get naked and lie down on the floor." Vasudha stopped at once, leaned back on the floor with arms bent and soon lay straight on the floor. Her hands reached down hiking her petticoats well above her waist, revealing her shiny thighs. Her left hand landed on her dark blue panties as if inviting her son to have a go at it. Parthiv was equal to the task as he jumped in between her thighs and pressed his face on the silky panties. "That's it," Vasudha uttered in joy, holding his face hard against her crotch. Parthiv's tongue popped out like reflex action and began licking the mound under the thin cover. Her hands wavered a bit to push up his T-shirt as if she wanted him to get rid of his clothes as well. The obedient son never wasted any precious moments as soon he was naked to the hilt. As he resumed on his mother's panties, he sensed that she was fiercer than before apparently due to the feel of his naked body against hers. "I can't let anything between you and me," Parthiv spoke as his hands pulled off his mother's panties in haste. "Now my tongue is itching for the feast." "Do it," Vasudha giggled and pulled his head down to let him resume from where he had left before taking off her panties. Parthiv had made up his mind to let things happen gently as he knew that they had all the time in the world. He motioned his buried face sideways, brushing her inner thighs with his rather rough cheeks. Vasudha squirmed and swirled feeling his skin brushing her silky thighs while his forehead was rubbing against her cunt lips. The son kept teasing the thighs for a while till he sensed that his mother was moaning aloud. As he closed in on her delicious pussy lips, he was instantly struck by the feminine aroma emanating from her pussy. He wasn't inclined to have a go at her pussy right away as he began making gentle movements with his tongue on it. He lashed his tongue sideways, upwards and downwards for a while before eventually driving his tongue inside the depth of his mother's moist pussy. "Oh Parthiv," Vasudha screamed and swung her head either sides while his tongue danced inside, lapping and licking. Parthiv's dick kept growing menacingly listening to his mother's vociferous moans and his tongue went about inside the pussy like a trained dog. Vasudha shook and her juices began flowing into her son's mouth. Her legs wrapped around her son's shoulders and held him in a tight leash. No sooner did Parthiv get up, his eyes reached to her tits which swelled in and out keeping pace with her breathing. He launched on his mother, hugged her and began kissing her on her chin, cheeks and finally her lips. Once they broke the kiss, Vasudha pulled her knees upwards and flexed her legs to spread wide enough to let her son in. Parthiv's heart pumped in excitement as they had neared the ultimate moment any mother and son could ever dream about. His long hard dick stiffened further and Vasudha sighed in sheer excitement after looking down to see her son's long meat ready to fire in all cylinders. Vasudha smiled as she watched Parthiv kneel right in between her well spread legs and feeling for her sluggish pussy with the tip of his dick. She went mad as his long shaft began intruding into her cavity through the pussy lips. Her hands wrapped around the youngster's shoulders and tried flexing her body to let his dick have a smooth entry. Parthiv let out a groan feeling his dick making its way inside his mother and drove his weapon hard enough further. Vasudha felt tight for her age and Parthiv had to make quite a few retreats just to dive his dick again with more strength and vigor. Vasudha was chanting his name as the long dick got deeper inside her. Parthiv pulled almost half the length of his dick for one last time, took a deep breath and launched like a monster sending the whole length inside his mother's moist cunt at one go. Vasudha screamed in delight sending her legs around him. "Do I have the whole of yours inside?" she hissed. "I can't wait any longer." "Certainly", I said. "Can't you feel my balls pressing against you?" Vasudha blushed, perhaps for the first time since the erotic encounter began. "Show no mercy" She hushed. She knew that her son was more than willing now. Parthiv began rigging her mother in slow motion. He felt the warmth of his mother's pussy every time he went in and out of it. His eyelids weren't closing even once as he picked up the momentum. Vasudha was moaning like a teenage girl while her son began following her instructions by showing very little mercy on her puss. Parthiv was smiling watching the peculiar expressions of his mother as his dick gathered tremendous pace in pumping her pussy. Vasudha kept yelling, grinding her waists and thrusting her body upwards at his invading dick. "You are a wonderful mother fucker," She screamed aloud. Parthiv was grinding his teeth as he pumped his mother with rapid strokes. His hands strayed all through reaching out to her tits, caressing them, pressing them and squeezing them. Within minutes the noise of the thighs clasping against each other sounded loud like never before. Vasudha wasn't lacking behind as she pulled her nipples, squeezed her tits and indulged in dirty talking while her eyes kept watching her young son having an experience of a lifetime. Her undue excitement meant that it was she who exploded first to be quickly followed by the dick sending consecutive shots of semen inside her womb. They both groaned aloud. It took a while for both to gradually stop their gasping and once they did the naked bodies hugged each other feeling the chillness that had settled on them out of absolute perspiration. "Did you watch the stars?" Parthiv asked mockingly. "You bet I didn't," Vasudha replied with a giggle. "Doesn't matter," Parthiv smiled. "You can try next Saturday." "I can wait," Vasudha smiled. "I am not sure if you will stick to this arrangement till tomorrow." Heartbreak Doesn't Have To Last Another Winter Holidays Contest Entry. Please vote! This is a story using my characters from my Bored Fran and Fran's Further Adventures series. It stands alone and you do not need to read the others to follow along but feel free to do so if you wish. There are elements of BDSM in the story but it is in no way a BDSM story. Jim-43, Friend of Fran and John, Sandy's brother, biker, tattooist, lonely, divorced, wife cheated and left Sandy-37, Jim's sister, friend and occasional sexual playmate with John and Fran, piercing and body artist at Jim's tattoo studio Fran- 40, formerly bored housewife, current sexpot, and occasional slave to her husband/Master. The M/s dynamic happens whenever Fran chooses to wear her slave collar. John- 41, Fran's husband/Master Janet-45, Former workmate and friend of Fran _______________________________ Jim was having trouble focusing on his work. He was working on the design of a custom tattoo for a customer. His tattoo shop was deserted. This was not really surprising considering that it was Thanksgiving. The bell on the shop door tinkled when his sister Sandy walked in. "I figured you would show up," Jim said. "I'm not coming for Thanksgiving dinner." "I didn't come here for that," Sandy replied. At Jim's unbelieving look she added sheepishly "Well, not just for that. You need to let it go. Let HER go." "I have," he said. "That bitch left and I'm better off without her. I haven't thought of her in ages." "Then why haven't you had a date since she left? Why haven't you moved on? She's not coming back," was her retort. "I wouldn't take her back if she crawled all the way here from California." "Is that where she ended up?" "Yeah. She's married now." Jim moved back to his design and picked up his sketch pencil before he spoke again. "I really am over her. I am even ready to date again. The problem is with who?" he said with a rueful grin. "I want what John has." Sandy's look of horror caused him to quickly add "Not Fran you dummy, that kind of love." Her relief was evident. Then with a grin she asked "Exactly THAT kind of love?" Jim laughed. "Not exactly. I don't want or need a wife who has sex with other people. I had that once even if I didn't know at the time. And I don't want a sexual slave. It works for them but it's not my style." He paused for a moment and then continued. "What I want is a woman who will love me as much as she loves him. A woman I can love back like that. You can see her love radiating from her like a beacon every time she looks at him. That's what I want." "Why aren't you looking?" Sandy said softly, feeling for her brother. "I haven't really figured out how just yet," he said smiling. "But I'm gonna soon Sis. I promise." "Come over to John and Lisa's with me. It'll make their day. You know their kids aren't coming home from college. They want us both there." "Fine." Jim said shaking his head. "I'll come." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 3hrs later. "You came!" Fran plowed into Jim and gave him a hug. "What am I? Chopped Liver?" laughed Sandy. "Get in here and give me a kiss you bitch," Fran said as Sandy and Jim walked in. John walked up and gave both of them a hug and a beer. "You guys want to check out my new pipes?" John said eagerly. "Sure!" Sandy said as Jim said laughing "Nah dude. I know what they sound like. I have the same ones remember?" "He's just excited. It's the first modification he's made on the Harley and he's proud of himself for not having the dealership do it." Fran said smiling. Giving her husband a kiss and a smack on the ass she said "My big strong mechanic." John and Sandy walked out to the garage and soon they could hear a motorcycle start. "How are you holding up Jim?" "Good Frannie cakes. Thanks for the invite." Before long all four of them pushed back from the table. Fran had outdone herself on the meal. Feeling fat and lazy after the feast they watched football for a while and then Jim and Sandy split up to head home. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Saturday evening 2 Days later. John looked across the hotel bar at his beautiful wife. She was wearing a loose fitting shirt with no bra, a tight mini-skirt, stockings, strappy high heels, and her leather slave collar. His instructions to her had been clear. "You will go up to the bar and order a drink. You will explain your slave status and offer oral sex to anyone who asks about your collar. You may return to me if two people decline, or after you service one person when they say yes." He had watched a businessman type ask her already and decline her invitation, flashing a wedding ring in answer. Another no and they could leave, or a yes, for that matter. It wouldn't be the first time she had been ordered to have sex with a stranger in a bar. Maybe he would fuck her in the parking lot over the hood of their car before they left. The thought of being caught or seen really turned her on. It was fun coming up with scenarios to keep his sexy wife excited. Just then his attention was caught by a woman running past his table to the bathroom crying. Fran had noticed as well. She always, no matter who or what she was doing, kept as close an eye as possible on her Master. To her surprise Fran realized that she knew the woman. "Key!" Fran yelled to John and hurried after the woman. Key was their safe word, the word that stopped all the fun and games and turned them from a Master and slave to a loving couple. John got up and followed, standing outside the ladies room to wait. After about 10 minutes Fran came out leading the crying woman who seemed to have put herself together. "This is Janet. We used to work together," Fran explained. "Hi Janet! Why don't you join us at our table," John said. "I don't want to bother you guys," Janet said, looking at Fran. "You are obviously out on a...Why are you wearing a collar?" Both Fran and John cracked up laughing as they led Janet to their table. "I'm not..." Fran began. "Doesn't count," John interrupted her. "It was after you said the safe word." "Safe word?" asked Janet. Fran gave Janet a quick explanation of the collar and the sex game it represented. John handed her the key to remove the collar. It looked like the sexy fun was over for the evening. "No. You had plans. Now I feel terrible." Janet interjected. "Don't worry about it," John answered. "We can play anytime." "So what had you crying?" Fran asked. "Can we help?" "It's nothing really. I was just being stupid." Janet answered. "It was a first date with a guy from a dating site. I guess I wasn't impressed enough that he was a lawyer. He got mad and said I looked a lot older than my profile picture." "Where is this asshole?" John said standing up and looking around the bar. "He left already. I told him to go fuck himself," Janet said laughing. Then more softly she added "I didn't lose it and start crying till he was gone." Fran looked lost in thought. John waved the waitress over and ordered another drink for all of them. "So are you looking for Mr. Right? Or Mr. Right now?" John asked. "Mr. Right is who I want to meet but the way things are going, maybe Mr. Right Now is all I can..." "What do you look for in a guy?" Fran interrupted. "Do you only like suit and tie guys? Tonight's date was a lawyer." "No. I don't like suits necessarily." Janet said and opened her mouth to continue but then blushed and shut it. "You have to tell us now!" John said laughing. "What an adorable blush." Looking around to make sure she wouldn't be overheard Janet whispered "I like guys who seem powerful. It could be a C.E.O. or a mechanic, a soldier or a football coach. I don't care what he DOES. I'm interested in what he IS." Fran and John smiled at each other. "You're coming with us." John said. "I've got just the guy for you to meet," said Fran. While Fran and Janet went back to the bathroom to freshen up John called Jim. "Do you trust me brother?" John started. "You know I do man. What do you need?" "I need you to head over to The Hangout. Put on a clean shirt and clean up your fingernails." "I don't want a blind date!" Jim almost yelled. "How could you?" "It's not a blind date asshole." John answered laughing, "It's an introduction. Her name is Janet and she has had a rough night. We are bringing her over to meet a better class of people. She had a date with a lawyer for crying out loud." "So you rescued her?" Jim said, his trust outweighing his irritation. "Nah, she ditched him. Don't dress up. Just be yourself. Get there or Fran will cut me off." "Can't have that brother," Jim said with a laugh. "Meet you there." The Hangout is a biker bar that caters to a somewhat rough looking crowd but looks can be deceiving. People who don't play nice are persuaded to leave, emphatically. A person kicked out of the Hangout seldom ever gets invited back. John and Fran pulled into the parking lot followed closely by Janet. Heading inside Janet was surprised how many people seemed to know John and Fran. She was introduced to a whole bunch of people and promptly forgot their names. It was all a bit overwhelming for her. Finding an empty table they sat down and ordered some appetizers to snack on and a round of drinks from a passing waitress. As Fran and Janet caught up on everything they had missed in each other's lives since they lost touch a few years ago, John kept an eye out for Jim. "Oh my! That's a big one," Janet giggled to Fran as Jim walked in. "Over here Jim!" John waved him over. "That's him?" Janet said disbelievingly. "He's huge!" Jim, at 6'5" tall and having the build of a pro football player WAS huge. It was easy to follow his progress across the bar as the crowd parted for him. He grabbed a beer from the bar and headed to their table. After hugging Fran and John he stuck his hand out to Janet. "I'm Jim," he said. "Nice to meet you." "Janet," she replied. "Likewise." Not even pretending that he hadn't talked to John about her Jim said "What possessed you to go out with a lawyer?" In a flirty tone she replied "Desperation? I'm not getting any younger." "Don't ever settle for less than you deserve." Jim said a little more harshly than he meant to, "Trust me." The rest of the evening went well. The four of them talked and laughed for hours. When they all split up to head home Jim pulled Janet aside. "Can I see you again?" he asked. "I'd like that," she said. -------------------------- Jim drove home on cloud nine. It had been a long time since he had felt anything like this. Friendships are great, meeting John and then later Fran had done wonders for bringing him out of the funk he was in, but they don't compare to the thought of a warm girl snuggled up to you on a cold night. It was way too early to tell, but he began to wonder if maybe Janet could the woman he needed. Jim had never been a man that took relationships casually. The discovery of his wife cheating had almost destroyed him. His close relationship with his sister helped him through the darkest times, the times when he wondered if he would ever get over his lost confidence. He hadn't seen it coming. After 17 years together it turned out that his wife was bored with her life and ready to find someone new, someone who would excite her again. For Jim his marriage had been like a comfortable armchair, broken in and a perfect fit. For her the marriage had turned into a prison she couldn't wait to escape. His heart broken and his self-worth destroyed he had thrown himself into work as a distraction but until tonight had resisted all of his friends well-meant attempts to introduce him to potential dates. Tonight felt different though, Fran wouldn't have set him up. This had been a genuine attempt to salvage what had started out as a terrible evening for Janet. How Fran had been dressed was another clue. It had obviously been a "Play Night" and they had interrupted it to help a friend, maybe help him as well? ------------------------- Janet was pleasantly surprised at the turn around her night had experienced. That jackass she had met earlier had known just what to say to cut her deep. She was feeling old. Her first husband had died in a car wreck after 11 years together. It was sudden and unexpected and she had spent the first few weeks after his death in a numb state, barely functioning. Over time it got easier to deal with his loss but it took several years before she was even interested in dating again. Then, of course, she made the sad discovery that most single men her age were single for a reason, sometimes several nasty reasons. Tonight's debacle was a last ditch attempt at online dating. She had tried singles cruises, church meet-ups, workmates and although she had made some friends and had a few enjoyable sexual encounters, what she really wanted was a man to be HER man. Jim was unlike any man she had ever dated. He was a giant of a man and covered in tattoos, rode a motorcycle, and ran his own tattoo business. He wasn't the most attractive man, usually it was pretty boys she went after, and he looked a little scary at first glance, but one look into those green eyes had told her that this was a man who was gentle and kind. There was also pain in those eyes, a pain that made her hate Jim's ex for causing that pain. A pain she wondered if she could take away from him. ----------------------------- The next day Janet answered the phone to hear "What did you think? Are you gonna go out with him? Isn't he just adorable?" "Calm down Fran," she said laughing. "I thought he was nice, maybe, and yes." "I've got so much to tell you about him..." Fran began. "Don't! I want to find out for myself." Janet responded. "Full disclosure time Janet," Fran said. "Do I really wanna know?" "Probably not but I have to tell you anyway." "You're making me nervous." Janet complained. "I gave Jim a blow job the night I gave control to John and became his sex slave. We weren't friends yet but John knew him and he was part of the crew that was helping my transformation." Fran said cautiously. "He isn't into those games is he? No offense, I'm glad that you are happy but it's not something I want to get involved with." Janet said. "No he's vanilla," Fran replied with a giggle. "Believe it or not, the only reason he let me do it was to help John and to allow me to embrace my new sexuality. Otherwise I am sure he wouldn't have done it." Fran then launched into the full story of her sexual awakening and her life with John after they started playing their sex games. While supportive of her friend, it was difficult for Janet to understand the appeal. They ended the conversation with promises to get together sometime before Christmas. ---------------------- Jim was nervous as he picked up the phone in his tattoo shop and dialed Janet's number, after first checking to make sure his sister wasn't close enough to hear him. Half of him was hoping for voicemail but she picked up on the third ring. "Hello!" "Hi Janet, it's Jim." "Oh Hi Jim! How are you?" "I was wondering if you wanted to go out for dinner tonight. There is a nice steakhouse near my shop." "Dinner sounds nice," she replied. "Pick me up around 6?" "I'll see you then." He said and then hung up. Just then Sandy came around the corner. Obviously he had miscalculated her proximity. "You have a date tonight?" she screamed. "Yes," he replied calmly. "OMG...Who is she? Where did you meet her? What is she like?" Sandy plowed on. "She is friends with Fran. I met her last night. She and John introduced us. She is really nice." "You met her last night and you asked her out already? Awesome!" "We'll see how it goes. I like her but I don't really know her yet." As Sandy danced around the shop, overjoyed at her brother's good fortune, Jim got back to work. He wasn't dancing around himself, but he was smiling a bit more than usual. Jim Picked Janet up and drove to the steakhouse. When they parked he surprised her by racing around to her side of the truck to open her door for her. It was treatment she hadn't experienced since her husband died and it really touched her heart. Once again she was struck by how kind this gruff looking giant was. Dinner was enjoyable. Both of them found themselves opening up and talking about things they usually reserved for the closest of friends. When he dropped her off Jim walked her to her door and kissed her cheek. "Call me tomorrow?" Janet asked. "You know it girl!" Jim said with a smile. ------------------------ As December passed Jim and Janet spoke on the phone daily. Jim even learned to text for her, something he had been avoiding so far. Sandy teased him mercilessly but she was so happy for him. "When am I gonna meet her Jim?" Sandy complained as they cleaned up the shop a few days before Christmas. "After the holidays I guess," he replied. "Our plans are kinda fluid because we both have family obligations. You are coming to my house Christmas morning right? Maybe I'll invite her for lunch." "Good. I want to meet her. You seem so happy." ------------------- Two days before Christmas Jim was at Janet's apartment watching Christmas movies. She was leaning into his broad chest and slowly massaging his thigh and his arm was wrapped around her tightly. It was getting late and the credits to Scrooged were playing. She could feel his excitement but was a little disconcerted that he had not yet made a move to get her into bed. Most men she had dated couldn't get through the first or second date without trying to get into her pants. She was finally dating a man she wanted to sleep with, he had been prominent in her masturbation fantasies lately, and he was being a gentleman. She had just decided to take matters into her own hands so to speak, it wasn't that far from his thigh to the package she could see growing nicely, when he suddenly stood up. "Is something wrong she asked?" her insecurities showing. "We need to talk." He said. "That sounds ominous," she said trying to make it sound like a joke. Jim cleared his throat and began. "Janet, I really like you. Spending time with you has been incredible. You are smart and funny, way too classy for a bum like me, but I'm glad you don't seem to think so. I think I am starting to develop real feelings for you." "That's great Jim! I'm feeling the same way." she said relieved. "I want to take the next step with you Janet," he continued. "But I have something to say first. I've been hurt and it makes me gun shy. I'm old fashioned. When I make love to you, and believe me I really want to, it can only be if we are exclusive. I know we haven't known each other long and I don't want to pressure you into any kind of commitment. I realize how early it is in our time together. I am prepared to wait as long as it takes until we are on the same page." "Jim," she began. "I care about you a lot. We haven't known each other long but I feel like we have a really strong connection. I want to be with you too, but isn't it early to be talking about commitment?" "I'm not asking you to marry me," he replied with a smile. "I'll just say that if we get intimate, neither of us will sleep with anyone else. Or at least, if one of us does so, we will discuss it before we get physical again." "That seems fair," she replied. "I am a one woman man. That's just who I am. I know it's old fashioned but..." "I get it," Janet interrupted him. "You don't have to explain. It's actually very sweet." Heartbreak Doesn't Have To Last She stepped into his arms and kissed him passionately. "I'll give you my answer the next time I see you sweetie. You've given me plenty to think about." "Goodnight Babe." -------------------------- "You said WHAT?!?!?" "Leave it alone Sandy," Jim said. "Are you insane? A woman you are falling for is ripe for plucking and you tell her..." "I am not going to be with someone who sleeps around on me," Jim bellowed. "I am not going through that again." "She is NOT your ex. Do you realize you practically called her a slut?" "Oh shit! You don't think that's how she took it?" "You better hope she didn't you idiot!" Sandy just shook her head, "I love you but...you're hopeless." "I'm gonna call her," Jim said quickly. "You said she was visiting her mother today. It's Christmas Eve. You don't want to interrupt her family time. Call her tomorrow and you can explain yourself then. Maybe you can redeem yourself with her gift. What did you get her?" Jim reached behind his desk and pulled out a framed sketch he had drawn of an elderly couple looking into each other's eyes. "It's her parents," he explained. "It's the last picture they had taken while her Dad was still alive. I saw it at her apartment and drew it from memory. She said she was planning to get it blown up and framed someday so..." "Oh Jim," Sandy said. "She'll melt." ---------------------------- Christmas Eve 11pm Jim was getting ready for bed when the doorbell rang. "Who in the hell is at my door on Christmas Eve?" he muttered. He opened the door and Janet pushed past him into the living room as he shut the door. "I thought you were at your Mother's," he began. Janet stood in the middle of the living room, dropped her gym bag, and put her hands on her hips. She looked fierce as she stared at him. "So you want to be exclusive?" she said. "Yes." "You aren't interested in any other women?" "No." "You think you are man enough to make me want only you from now on?" "Well I....huh?" he said trying to figure out just how mad she was at him. Was this a -don't dictate what I do with my body. I am an independent woman thing? Did she think he was arrogant? "Because I do!" she said with fire in her eyes as she closed the distance between them and leapt into his arms. He caught her and crushed her to his body, leaned down and kissed her. Their kiss seemed like an eternity. When they broke apart and he set her back on her feet they were both out of breath. "Are you sure this is..." he began but she interrupted him. "If you don't fuck me right now Jim I swear I'm going to kick your ass up around your ears." Hearing that Jim grabbed her, flipped her up over his shoulder as she screeched at him, carried her to his bedroom, and dropped her on his bed. She giggled and started pulling off her clothes, throwing them at him playfully as he undressed himself. When they were both naked they took a moment and just looked at each other. His hungry eyes swept over her body, taking in her heaving breasts, trailing down her wide luscious hips to the junction between them glistening like an invitation. For her part she was feeling decidedly feminine looking at this bear of a man. His body was muscular and looked hard as a rock. Broad shoulders and a barrel chest covered with hair and tattoos. She felt an ache in her center begging to be filled by the cock between his legs. It wasn't the longest she had ever seen but it was by far the fattest, it looked as wide as a coke can to her. Pulling her gaze from his manhood she looked into his eyes and was astonished at the pure lust she saw smoldering there. It felt like it would burn her to a crisp and she couldn't wait to feel the fire. She reached for him and he was on her. A slight adjustment and he was pushing at her entrance. They both groaned as she spread her legs as wide as they could go. She was soaking wet, slick with excitement for him. Spreading her pussy she said "Fuck me! Fill me!" Jim had never been harder in his life. He wanted this woman, HIS woman, wanted to feel her engulf him. As he moved against her drenched hole the head popped in making him hiss "Yes!" "Do it" she growled. "Give it to me." He pushed again, burying himself all the way. "Fuck! You feel so good Baby," he groaned. "So full," she cried. "Yes. Please Honey. Fuck me." His first strokes were slow and steady. As his pace sped up and she adjusted to his girth she began to rotate her hips and gasp, short of breath. Her body was almost vibrating with need as her orgasm built. He was plowing into her. Each time their bodies crashed together he grunted. He was determined to blow her mind, to give her his all. When her orgasm broke over her she screamed. He stopped moving and held himself deep as her depths clutched at him. When she came back to herself he slowly pulled from her. She whimpered as she felt the emptiness left behind but quickly threw her head back and gasped as he began to lick and suck at her. "Oh my God," she panted. "What are you....Oh Fuck!" His tongue rasped across her clit, still sensitive from her orgasm making her twitch. Licking up and down her lips he tasted her juices. "You taste so Fuckin' good babe. I'm gonna eat you all night," he told her. "This is My pussy now, my favorite meal." "Yes!" she cried out. "All yours. Eat me. Fuck me. Do whatever the fuck you want to me. Just do meeeee..." As her second orgasm hit her Jim slid up her body and slammed into her in one stroke. He began hammering at her so hard the bed was rocking against the wall. Her orgasm didn't seem to dissipate. It kept going on and on. Finally he bellowed as he slammed home one last time and filled her to overflowing with his seed. He collapsed onto her, exhausted and covered in a light sheen of sweat. With a monumental effort he rolled over onto his back and pulled her on top of him. She had locked her legs around his back refusing to let him pull out of her and when he rolled them over she settled down on his deflating cock. As they drifted off to sleep he heard her whisper "My man. Mmmmm" ------------------------ About 10 am Sandy unlocked the door and strode into her brother's house. Walking through the living room she hollered "Are you still in bed?" She opened the bedroom door calling out "Cover your junk bro! Get your lazy ass out of...Oh Shit! Sorry!" Janet screeched and pulled the blanket up to cover them as the bedroom door opened. She had been sound asleep when she heard Sandy call out from the living room, waking her up. It had to be Sandy, no one but his sister would be barging in like that. Jim was still snoring softly so she shook him awake. "Good morning beautiful," he mumbled. Pulling her to him he nuzzled her neck. "Your sister is here," she said with a giggle. "She walked in here." That woke him up. He sat up with a start. "Crap. What time is it?" "I'm gonna say...time to get up." "Yup." They put on robes and wandered out to the living room. Sandy was in the kitchen filling a couple of coffee mugs. Handing one to Janet she said "Hi! I'm Sandy. Sorry about that." "Janet! " she replied holding out her hand for Sandy to shake. "Nice to meet you." "Well this introduction didn't go as planned," Jim said dryly. "It was my fault," Janet said. "I showed up unexpectedly." "But it was a very welcome surprise," Jim said wrapping his arms around Janet from behind and holding her tight. "Best Christmas present ever." "Oh! I forgot to bring your present in. It's in the car." "We can get it after breakfast. Do you have anywhere you have to be today or can you stay?" "There's nowhere I'd rather be," she replied with a smile. Sandy made eggs and bacon as they showered together, lovingly exploring each other's bodies. They didn't have sex but it was a very erotic experience. Once fully dressed they returned to the kitchen and all three of them ate breakfast together. It didn't take long before Janet and Sandy were acting like they had known each other forever. It was a surprise to Jim, but a pleasant one. Janet seemed to know instinctively that getting along with Jim's sister would be important to maintaining a relationship with him. Sandy was just thrilled that her brother was happy. A quick trip out to her car and Janet gave Jim his gift. It was a new pair of Harley riding gloves and a quilted flannel shirt from the Big and Tall shop in town. When Jim gave her the sketch of her parents she broke down and cried. She said it was the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for her. Later, after Sandy had gone home they were curled up on the couch together, each lost in their thoughts. Jim was thinking that he was truly relaxed and at peace for the first time since his divorce. Janet was thankful that she was able to find love again. Heartbreak Or Happiness? Chapter 1 Amanda Watson walked down the dark deserted street. She was shivering in the jean jacket, halter-top and mini skirt she was wearing. She knew she should stop somewhere and pull some warmer clothes out of the bag she was carrying but she just kept walking. The heels of her boots clicked on the pavement as the wind went right through her skirt and made her pussy feel like a furry Popsicle. She didn't notice any of this though. She was lost in her own thoughts. This day had started out so well. Joshua had given her pussy a good ride before she left for work. She made some good tips and thought her life couldn't get any better. Then everything just went downhill from there. Halfway through her shift the boss pulled her into his office. The fat slob had been hitting on her for six months but she kept turning him down. Today he gave her an ultimatum sleep with him or find another job. So she had left. When she got home she was in tears and needed some comfort from her boyfriend. She didn't expect to find him fucking the next-door neighbor in her bed. He had apologized profusely but she had just filled a bag with some clothes and left not caring where she ended up. Now here she was two states over in the middle of the night walking down a deserted street. Her car had run out of gas two miles down the road so she had started walking. She hadn't seen another car in over an hour and was looking for a place to strip down for the night when she saw the headlights come up behind her. Marty Monroe wasn't the kind of guy to be driving down dark streets in the middle of the night and he definitely wasn't the type to pick up hitchhikers. His Mercedes had the radio blasting some rock song and the heat was on full blast. He was bouncing around to the music and almost missed the woman standing on the side of the road. He had been driving for two days, trying to get home to Louisiana for his mothers birthday party this weekend. He had been to a sales meeting in Seattle; he had decided that instead of flying he would drive across the country. It would be prettier. His designer jeans and high-class t-shirt cost more then what Amanda made in a month. Marty was what you could call a multimillionaire. He had started a software company in his basement five years ago and now had companies all over the world. He had dumped his last girlfriend six months ago when she started pressuring him about marriage and hadn't had a decent fuck since. When Denise asked him for the 100th time why he wouldn't marry her, he had looked at her disgustingly. "Denise, I'm 29 years old. I'm too young to settle down. And I sure don't want a bunch of rug rats messing up my image." She had moved out the next day. Marty didn't know what made him pull over to the side of the road. He was sure it wasn't the woman's looks. In face she was pretty plain, long brown hair and eyes. At least that's what he thought her eyes were. She wasn't fat but she wasn't model material either. She was kind of right in the middle. He liked his women skinny with big tits. He liked to bury his face in their tits while he pounded their pussy with his cock. This girl had a bit of a stomach on her and her tits didn't look that big. Something about her struck his eye though so he pulled the car over to the side of the road and stopped watching her in the rearview mirror. Amanda stared at the car for a minute sure her eyes were deceiving her. When it looked like the car wasn't going to go anywhere, she slowly walked up to it. She stopped as the passenger window was rolled down then she leaned down leaning on the door. "Where ya going honey?" A deep southern voice asked in the darkness. She could barely see the driver but the voice sent shivers through her body. "Anywhere I can get to pretty much." She replied in her soft voice. "My car broke down a couple miles back." There was silence in the car for a minute then the voice spoke again. "You want me to take you to get gas?" Amanda chuckled. "Wouldn't do me any good, no money." Again there was silence then suddenly the door opened. "Get in honey. It's to cold to be outside." Amanda hesitated for about two seconds then slipped into the car. She closed the door then turned to face the driver and was caught by a pair of startling blue eyes. The eyes seemed to bore into hers. When they moved down over her body, she tore hers from his. He had a nice face with a goatee and mustache. His long fingers held the steering wheel loosely. "I'm headed for Louisiana. You're welcome to come along for the ride." The deep voice said. Amanda shrugged leaning closer to the heater. "What the hell. Ain't got anywhere else to be." She knew she was somewhere in Nevada and figured it would take them three days to get to Louisiana. Maybe she could find another job as a dancer down there and start over. Marty watched her for another minute. He watched her lean close to the heater then curl up against the door and close her eyes. After a couple of minutes he heard her even breathing and knew she slept. He tore his eyes from her as he pulled back onto the empty road. He knew he had at least a couple more hours before he needed to find a hotel and sleep for a while. He wondered who this girl was and what she was doing out here all alone. He also was trying to figure out why his cock jumped in his pants the minute she got into the car and hadn't gone back down. He reached down adjusting his pants trying to relieve some of the pressure of his cock pressing against his jeans. Finally he just gave up and sighed. Somehow he had a feeling it was going to be a long night. *** Amanda came awake with a start and looked around her. It took her a minute to remember what had happened. Joshua had cheated on her, she lost her job and now she was in the middle of nowhere with some guy she didn't know. She turned to look at him through sleep filled eyes. Marty took his hand off her shoulder. He had shaken her to wake her up. "We're stopped for the night. You might be more comfortable in a real bed." He said nodding out the window. Amanda looked out the window and saw a motel sign flashing in the darkness. She nodded, opened the car door, she climbed out making sure to grab her purse and bag off the floor. Marty watched her for a minute then climbed out of the car and moved over to room number 3. "I got a room with two double beds." He said casually over his shoulder as he unlocked the door. "That's fine." Amanda said yawning as she followed him into the room. The room consisted of two double beds, a dresser with a TV sitting on top of it and two end tables with lamps between the beds. She eyed the bed closest to the door, dropping her stuff on it. Then she turned around. The driver came in behind her carrying a duffle bag and dropped it on the other bed. Then he turned to look at her. "I'm Marty. Marty Monroe." She nodded. "Amanda." She didn't tell him her last name and he didn't ask. Marty pulled off his t-shirt showing a well-developed chest that Amanda couldn't help admire. Her hands itched to reach out and touch him. She clenched her fists at her sides. She tore her eyes from his body as he sat down and started pulling off his boots. She turned towards her bed pulling a long silk nighty out of the bag. "I'm gonna take a shower." She heard behind her. She nodded afraid to turn around and look at his body again. Her pussy had gone into overdrive just seeing his chest and her breathing had quickened. She forced herself to relax and succeeded a bit when she heard the bathroom door close and the shower turn on. She stripped out of her clothes pulling on the nighty. She threw her clothes she had been wearing in the duffel bag, buried them under the blankets then climbed under and within minutes was asleep. Amanda woke this time to a mouth kissing her and hands moving lovingly over her body. She moaned as she felt the strap of her nightgown slip down her shoulder, a warm mouth enclosing her nipple. She lifted her hands to the head running her fingers through the hair. Then she froze. Joshua's hair was rough. Almost like sand paper. The hair she was running her fingers through was baby fine. She pulled her hands back and screamed as she reached for the light. She flipped the switch on and stared into Marty's eyes. He was naked from the waist up and had a sheepish look on his face. "Sorry. You looked so hot laying there and when you seemed to accept my kisses I couldn't help myself." He made no move to move away. "It's...It's okay." She said as her breathing slowed down. "I...I..." She didn't know what to say so she didn't say anything. Marty's eyes searched hers for a minute then he sighed. "I'm sorry." He said. He flicked her nipple once with his fingertip then went to move off the bed. Amanda felt a flicker of desire run through her body when he flicked her nipple and gasped. She looked at him wondering at her body's reaction to this stranger. When he moved to leave the bed she panicked. "No wait." She said reaching out, wrapping her hand over his arm. Marty turned back to look at her. He didn't move to shake her off but he didn't move closer either. He just looked into her eyes. "I...I...I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me tonight." She said as she shivered. Marty looked at her tenderly. He knew he couldn't leave her. He couldn't leave her in the hotel alone and for some reason he couldn't leave her bed. He reached up running a fingertip over her cheek. "Do you want me to sleep here tonight?" He asked softly. Amanda looked at him. "I... I..." She stuttered. She looked at her hand holding his arm and realized that she was afraid to be alone. 'Yes! Please." Marty searched her eyes then nodded. She released his arm moving over on the bed as he stripped down to his underwear. He turned off the light then climbed into the bed beside her. He kept his body away from hers but could still taste her on his tongue. He felt his cock harden and groaned. "Are you okay?" Amanda asked laying beside him but with her back to him. "Yea I'm fine." He said gruffly as he reached down repositioning his hard cock. He cleared his throat then resting his arm above his head closed his eyes. They lay there for a couple of minutes. She was on her side facing away from him while he lay on his back. Neither touching but yet at the same time feeling the heat coming from the other's body. They each knew in themselves that they were attracted to each other but neither knew what to do about it. Marty didn't want to push her into something she didn't want and Amanda had never touched a man first before. It was always after they made the first move. She moaned as she rolled over onto her back, her hair spilling out behind her. Marty glanced at her then went back to watching the ceiling. Amanda didn't know what to do. She wanted Marty to touch her but she was afraid she had somehow scared him away with her earlier outburst. "What would a guy like him want with a girl like me?" She thought to herself as she reached down her body lifting the bottom of her nightgown. She ran her hand down over her sopping pussy and almost cried out in desire. Marty could swear he could smell her pussy juices and suppressed a moan as his cock hardened even more. He knew he either had to touch her or get out of this bed soon or he would go crazy. He heard Amanda roll over yet again and did his best to ignore her. It was made even harder when her hand rested tentatively on his chest and she said his name softly. "Marty?" She made it out to be like a question. He took a deep breath, let it out then turned his head to look at her. Her eyes lit up in the moonlight and he could see the heat in them. He knew then that she needed him just as much as he needed her. He let out a moan rolling over onto his side facing her. He slowly reached out putting his hand lightly on her waist. He held it there for a moment as he looked into her eyes. When she didn't pull away he wrapped his hand more firmly around her and pulled her slowly towards him. Amanda wasn't sure which she was more of. Scared or excited. Scared because she had never done this kind of thing before or excited because he was touching her. When their bodies were no more then a hair's breadth away she slowly released the breath she had been holding. She reached up tentatively and placed her hand on his face. "Marty." She said almost breathlessly before she darted out her tongue and licked at her dry lips. Marty watched that tongue dart out and moaned. "Amanda." He cried as he pulled her against him pressing his lips to hers. Amanda moaned against his mouth wrapping her arms around his neck as she wrapped one leg around his waist. This lifted her gown up so it was bunched around her waist. He could feel her heat burning him through his underwear and groaned. "Oh god, Amanda." He cried as he kissed her deeply. Pushing his tongue deep into her mouth and running his hands harshly over her body. He ran his hand down to where her skin met fabric and then moved lower. He deepened the kiss, kissing her hard as he let his hand brush down over her lower curls, which held the treasure inside. Amanda moaned in his mouth pressing herself even closer to him as she raised her leg even more. "Touch me Marty." She whispered against his lips. "Please touch me." Marty pushed her onto her back, kissing her hungrily as he slid his hand down past the curls until he touched the skin of her pussy. "So soft." He whispered brushing his lips down over her neck. "Oh Yes." She purred as she spread her legs wide to give him access to her body. He looked down into her eyes as he spread her pussy lips open and softly touched her clit. "Is this what you want baby?" He asked huskily. When his fingertip touched her clit, Amanda let out a soft cry. "Yes. Oh yes. Please. More." She begged clawing at him. Marty chuckled and pressed harder on her clit as he kissed the skin above her breasts. "You're a hot one aren't you baby?" He murmured against her skin. "Please." She begged lifting her hips against him. He moved his finger off her clit. Moving lower he teased his finger against her slit. "Tell me what you want baby." He said as he took a nipple into his mouth suckling gently on it. Amanda cried out and clung to him so hard her nails were digging into his skin. "I need you inside me. I need to feel you inside me." She begged. He continued sucking at her nipple as he let his finger slip slowly inside her. He felt her sharp intake of breath and heard it come out as a long moan. He felt her pussy muscles clench at his finger. "God. You are hot." He whispered more to himself then to her. "Please." She cried lifting her hips against him. Suddenly Marty knew that just his finger wasn't going to be good enough. She needed more. Her pussy was on fire and he was the fire extinguisher. "Shhhh...Its okay baby." He cooed as he slipped her nightgown from her body then pushed his underwear down until he could slip out of them. He moved over her resting his body against hers. His cock poised at her entrance. He looked down into her passion filled eyes. "I don't have a condom." He said giving her one last chance to stop before this went too far. She wrapped her legs around him pulling him partially inside her and moaned. "I don't care." She cried. Her eyes were filled with passionate fire. "I need you inside me. I need you inside me now." Marty let himself slide slowly inside her and felt her shiver. "Say it baby. Say you need me to fuck you." He said stopping when he was only halfway inside her. "No...don't stop." She cried clawing at him, trying to pull him deeper inside her. "Say it." He growled forcing himself to hold still. "I...I can't." She whispered her cheeks blushing. Marty growled again sliding more of himself into her hot pussy. "Say fuck me bitch." He growled, as he started moving fast inside her. He grasped her by the hair pulling her face back. "Tell me to fuck you or I won't let you cum.' Amanda closed her eyes tightly lifting her body to meet his thrusts. Her orgasm was building quickly. She was so hot and needed to cum so bad. "I... I...Oh god...I need to cum." She cried unable to say the words he wanted to hear. Marty fucked her hard and fast. His cock was slamming deeply into her pussy, their juices sloshing together. "Say it bitch." He cried as he pounded her pussy. "Tell me to fuck you." He reached between them and gently tugged at her clit. He knew it wouldn't be long but he was determined to keep her from cumming until she said the words he wanted to hear. "Oh...Agh...Fuck...Yes...." She cried slamming her pussy up against his thrusting cock. "I need it baby. I need it now." Marty suddenly stopped moving inside her holding himself deeply imbedded in her. "No...God...no...don't stop." She begged clawing at him. He held her hands with one hand above her head while he kissed her deeply. He could feel his cock pulsing inside her. He needed to move inside her so bad. He tore his lips from hers. "Say it sweetheart." He whispered against her ear as he slowly moved out of her. She shivered and groaned. "Tell me to fuck you." He whispered seductively against her ear. She looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Please." She begged. He smiled at her almost lovingly nipping gently at her lips. "Say it baby and I will give you what you want." "I...Oh god..." She cried trying to fuck herself on his cock. He grasped her hips holding her still. "Say it." He said it softly but determinedly. She looked up into his eyes. "I... Oh...Please." She licked her lips. "Fuck me Marty." She finally got out. "Please fuck my hot pussy with your hard cock...Please make me cum on your cock." Marty let out a strained breath as he released her hands and hips. He claimed her mouth hungrily with his as he started hammering her pussy with his cock. "Fuck...Cum bitch." He growled as he slammed into her repeatedly. "Oh fuck...Agh...Ugh..." she cried digging her nails into his back. "Fuck Meeeeeee...." He felt her pussy muscles clench around him as she came and he let out a loud yell as he filled her with his seed. Marty collapsed against her, his breath coming out in ragged gasps. "Oh God..." He looked at her suddenly ashamed at his actions. "I'm so sorry." He reached up and gasped as he felt her cheek wet with tears. He pulled out of her quickly then reached over turning on the lamp. Amanda lay in the position he had left her. There were tears rolling down her cheeks but she had a huge smile on her face. She reached out cupping his face with her hand. "Don't apologize. I needed that. I really did." She sat up cringing as pain shot through her tired muscles. Marty reached out and helped her sit up then pulled her gently into his arms. "I don't know what got into me." He said softly as he kissed the side of her head. "It's never been like that before." Amanda looked at him in mock surprise. "You mean you don't usually fuck the shit out of strange women you pick up on the side of the road in the middle of the night?" He chuckled brushing a lock of hair from her face. "Yea! Well that to. I meant I'm usually not that rough. I'm usually a pretty romantic lover." He touched her lips tenderly with his. She moaned slightly then rested her head against his chest. He lay back on the bed but kept her held tenderly in his arms. "It's okay." She said softly trying to hide a yawn. "I liked it. I'm usually not into rough sex but for some reason with you tonight..." She lifted her head looking at him in the light coming from the lamp. "It seemed natural." He nodded as he looked at her. "I know what you mean. I mean no offense." He looked down at her naked body. He ran his hand lovingly down over her stomach. "You're not actually my type. I've always gone with needle thin chicks." Heartbreak Or Happiness? Amanda laughed and he felt his heart swell with the sound. "Ah...I see. Toothpicks with boobs." She sighed as she rested against him. "Yea. I've seen plenty of those in my line of work." He ran his hand lazily over her stomach. "What line of work is that?" Now that they had gotten past the desire, he realized he wanted to know more about her. The thought terrified him. In his way of thinking women were good for two things, relationships and fucking. He was afraid that Amanda this mysterious stranger would fit into both categories and it scared him to death. Amanda lifted her head looking at him with a small smile on her lips. "Would you believe I'm an exotic dancer?" he looked at her in surprise. She smiled. "I didn't think so." She rested her head back against his chest. "I know your type. You think the only women who can be an exotic dancer are ones who have a tight tummy, big tits and a tight little ass." He wanted to deny the accusation as it pricked at his pride, but as he lay there holding her in his arms. He realized that she was right. That was his idea of an exotic dancer. "Guess I need to get out more." He said with self-scorn. She just giggled kissing his chest. She started to move out of his arms but Marty tightened his grip on her. He was suddenly afraid that if she left his arms he would never have her in them again. "Don't go." He said suddenly panicky. She looked up into his eyes and saw the fear. She didn't understand where it came from. They didn't even know each other but it was like he was afraid she would leave him or something. She reached up touching his cheek. "I'm not going anywhere." She said softly. "But I have to pee." He chuckled as the tension left his body and he released his grip on her. "Hurry back." She nodded and slipped from the bed. Marty lay back on the bed resting his hands behind his head as he watched her walk naked to the bathroom. When the door was closed, he turned off the light then layback looking up at the ceiling and trying to figure out what had just happened. Marty knew nothing about the woman in the bathroom other then the fact that she was one hell of a hot fuck. Just thinking about making love to her again made his cock jump and he smiled in the darkness. "Okay so I'm attracted to her. There's nothing wrong with that." He said quietly into the darkness. It was the other situation that he didn't understand and scared the hell out of him. He knew it was at least a three-day drive to New Orleans where his mother lived. If she decided to go for the full ride, it would be three days of making love and spending time with her. "Is that what I want?" Again he asked the darkness and his mind decided yes. He wanted to get to know this mysterious stranger. But why? Why was she so important to him all of a sudden? What was different about her from the other women he had been with? And most important of all, would this end in happiness or heartbreak? As he lay there in the darkness he couldn't answer any of these questions. All he knew right now was the thought of her walking out of his life, devastated him. As Amanda used the bathroom she would have been surprised to know that her thoughts were pretty well equal with Marty's at that moment. The same thoughts that ran through his head were also running through hers. Who was this guy? Why did he affect her so strongly? Both in her body and soul. It was obvious from his clothes and car that he was rich. We was richer then anyone in her acquaintance. She knew she didn't fit in his world and she also knew that he didn't fit in hers. She finished her business, flushed the toilet then stood looking in the mirror. She saw the same face looking back at her that she had seen every day for the 26 years of her life. "There's nothing special about me." She said to herself as she brushed her hair from her face. "What does he see in me? Does he want me for more then sex? For that matter do I want to get into another relationship right now? She thought about watching Joshua and Maria and felt a stab in her heart. She had been with Joshua Michaels for 3 years. He had picked her up at the bar where she was working in Portland one night. He had literally swept her off her feet when he carried her off the stage after her number. They had spent the next three days in bed screwing each other's brains out in so many different ways. Ways she didn't even know were possible. They would sleep for a while. Eat, and then fuck again to mind blowing orgasms. It had practically been love at first sight with Joshua and the thought of him with another woman still hurt. She was pulled from her thoughts at a soft knock on the door. She wiped the tears from her eyes as she opened the door. Marty stood there in all his naked glory looking at her. His eyes were smoldering and she felt a burning sensation start in her pussy. "Is everything okay?" he asked huskily. She swallowed wetting her suddenly dry throat and nodded. She squealed when he suddenly picked her up in his arms carrying her to the bed. He lay her down gently then moved over her. "What are you doing to me?" He asked as he entered her in one thrust. "I can't seem to get enough of you." His thrusts were long, and slow. There was no urgency this time. It was just two bodies moving together in an ancient dance as old as time. "I don't know..." She responded as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist lifting herself towards him on each in stroke. She rested her head back against the pillow and closed her eyes as she felt his lips moving slowly over her neck. "Love me Marty." She purred moving her pussy a bit faster over him. "Love me; I need to be loved so badly." Marty groaned then kissed her deeply as he moved harder inside her. He could swear he moved further into her on each thrust. "Oh god baby. I need you so bad. I can't get enough of your body." He grasped her breasts holding them as he started hammering his cock faster and harder inside her. Her breathing became ragged as her body moved furiously with his. This wasn't making love. Oh no. This was flat out fucking and she needed it. "Fuck me..." She cried pressing her hands against his chest. "Fuck me hard." He growled locking his mouth on hers. Kissing her forcefully as he pummeled her body with his own. He could feel the cum boiling in his balls and wanted her to cum with him. "Cum baby." He panted fucking her harder as he reached between them mashing her clit with his finger. He could feel it throbbing against his hand. "I can't hold back much longer. I need you to cum now." "I am...Oh God...I am..." She screamed as her body convulsed. He felt her tighten around him and let out a loud growl as he found his own release. He collapsed on top of her when it was over breathing heavily. "Are you okay?" He asked looking down into her eyes. She smiled sleepily. "Yea. I'm fine." He kissed her softly then rolled off of her pulling her into his arms. He closed his eyes drifting off into a dreamless sleep. They slept for a while then woke up again full of desire for each other. He took her this time with her on her hands and knees. The fucking was fast and forceful with both crying out in pleasure at their release. This continued all night long. They would sleep for a couple of hours then wake up to make love again. Finally as the sun started to rise, they curled up in each other's arms and fell into a deep sleep. Chapter 2 Marty awoke to sunshine creeping through the shut curtains. He rolled over touching the space beside him only to feel nothing but air. He opened his eyes and sat up with a start. He looked around in a panic until he saw Amanda sitting cross-legged on the other side of the bed looking at him as he slept. He sat up resting back against the wall as he looked at her. She was beautiful this morning. Her brown hair hung in waves around her shoulders. Her amber eyes, now that he could tell they weren't brown, were open and looking at him in wonder. Her medium size tits moved slowly with her breaths. The hands, which had held him so lovingly in the night, were resting comfortably in her lap. "Good morning." She said in her soft voice. "Or should I say good afternoon?" Marty looked at her in surprise. "Afternoon?" She smiled. "Yea. It's a little after 2. The manager called to ask if we were staying another night. I told him yes." She blushed. "You looked so peaceful I didn't want to bother you." Marty nodded. "That's fine." He knew the manager would just add the second night to the credit card he had used last night to pay for the room. He adjusted the blankets so they rested over his waist then looked at her again. He couldn't figure out how last night he ever thought she was plain. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. "Come here." He said softly holding his hand out to her. She giggled as she took his hand letting him pull her to him. She straddled his legs and sat back on his lap with her hands resting lightly on his chest. She looked into his eyes. There was no heat this morning. Not like last night. Oh the desire was still there but it was more muted. It was like he just wanted to look at her. He just looked at her for a minute. It was as if he wanted to memorize her body and face. He wanted to etch her in his memory and never let go. "You're beautiful." He said running his fingers through her hair. Amanda blushed lowering her face. "No I'm not." Marty leaned forward so he was close to her as he lifted her face with his finger until she was looking into his eyes. "Yes you are. You are very beautiful." Before she could protest he brought his lips to hers kissing her softly. 'You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on." He chuckled. "And believe me I have seen some beautiful women in my lifetime." Amanda looked into his eyes. She wanted to believe him. She had never been beautiful and she didn't think she was now. No one had ever called her beautiful before. "I'm not beautiful." She protested on more time although this time without conviction. Marty's eyes met hers as he wrapped his arms around her pulling her close until their bodies were touching. He held her eyes with his own. "Do you trust me Amanda?" he asked softly. She looked at him in surprise. "I..." She stopped for a minute, considering the question. She didn't know anything about him. Yet she had spent the night in his arms making love to him. She had let a stranger have full access to her body. She touched his face tenderly and realized that yes. She did trust him. "Yes." She said softly then stronger. "Yes I do." He smiled. "Then trust me when I say you are beautiful." She smiled to. "Okay." They sat like that for a few minutes. Just holding each other and looking into each other's eyes. It was like magic. Like two people just drawn together for no reason at all. Then suddenly Amanda found herself lying on her back with Marty laying over her. The blanket was still covering him, the only thing between their bodies. Amanda suddenly giggled. "You know I haven't known you even 24 hours yet, but for some reason when I am around you I somehow keep ending up on my back." She wrapped her arms loosely around his neck. Marty laughed a hearty laugh then kissed her softly as he moved the blanket off of him then pushed her legs gently apart until he was resting between them. His cock was pulsing against her entrance and his eyes were smoldering with desire. Though he made no move to enter her. "You make that sound like a bad thing." He said almost on a groan. She smiled tightening her hold on his neck as she pressed her body against his. "I never said that." She pulled his mouth to hers and claimed his mouth in a searing kiss. He moaned returning the kiss as he slowly pushed into her. He felt her body accept him and groaned against her mouth. "Oh god baby. You feel so good." He said when he finally bottomed out inside her. That was the other thing he liked about her. She was the only woman he had ever been with that could take all of his larger then normal length. Marty knew he had to be at least 12 inches in length when he was hard although he had never measured it, not really wanting to know. He had learned how to control his thrusts not to hurt the woman he was with but with Amanda she was able to take him completely and he shivered as he felt her body ripple around him. She pulled his mouth back to hers as she slowly moved her hips so she was moving her pussy slowly over him. She tightened her muscles when she pushed up and released them when she pulled back. She loved to hear him moan in pleasure at her actions. "Fuck me baby." She murmured against his lips. Suddenly saying the words came easier to her this time. He looked down into her eyes and saw the fire in them. "NO..." he said with a smile as he suddenly pulled out of her. "No..." She cried clutching at him with her pussy muscles trying to keep him inside her. "No...don't stop." She whined as he left her body. Marty chuckled and let his cock rest against her leg as he braced himself over her. He looked down into her eyes. "Easy baby. I'm not going anywhere." He said with a grin as he threw her words from the night before back at her. Amanda let out a mock groan and tried to glare at him. "Smart ass." She growled then her lips lifted into a smile. Marty just laughed kissing her hard. Amanda kissed him back molding her body against his. Marty groaned into her mouth almost giving in and fucking her. Instead he slowly took his mouth from hers dropping light kisses all over her face and neck. She lay perfectly still as he tortured her body with his soft kisses. She whimpered when he took her nipple into his mouth sucking deeply on it then releasing it and doing the same thing to the other one before continuing down her body. Marty kept his hands braced on either side of her as he touched her with just his mouth. By the time he moved between her legs, Amanda was trembling in need and little mewls of pleasure were escaping her lips. "Please!" she moaned softly. Marty looked up at her. Her eyes were closed. Her hands clenched at her sides as she forced herself to hold her body still. She was breathing heavily. He smiled; taking his hands he spread her legs wide until they were almost even with her body. Amanda's breaths were coming out in pants and he hadn't even touched her yet. "Talk to me Amanda." He said harshly as he blew on her pussy. "Ugh...." She moaned as the air touched her hot pussy then she opened her eyes. "What?" She asked looking down at him. He spread open her pussy lips and dipped his tongue inside barely touching her skin. He kept his eyes locked on her. "Talk to me." She was breathing heavily; she couldn't think let alone talk. "What...what do you want to know?" Marty chuckled against her pussy as he flicked his tongue lightly over her clit. "Tell me about yourself." Amanda moaned clutching at the blanket beneath her. "What...what do you want to know?" She asked again breathing heavily. Marty suppressed a smile as he held her open with one hand and teased her slit with the other. He was really enjoying this although he had a feeling that she would pay him back big time later. "How old are you?" he asked nonchalantly. Amanda breathed heavily trying to catch her breath as her pussy burned with need. 'Um...Oh...26." She finally panted. He let just the tip of his finger slide into her and pressed at the upper part of her pussy. "Your parents still alive?" Amanda didn't understand why he was asking her these questions now. She was so hot. She tried to focus her mind on his questions but her body was making it difficult. "Yes." She whined as she lifted her pussy against him. Marty chuckled softly as his warm breath brushed over her throbbing clit. "They still together?" He asked slipping his finger just a bit further inside her. Amanda felt like crying out in frustration. Why was he torturing her like this? "No..." She panted heavily. "No...they got divorced when I was 12." He felt bad for her at that. His own parents had been happily married for 45 years and they seemed ready to go another 50 at least. He let his finger slip all the way into her and heard her moan. He slowly pulled it back out then pushed back in. "Which parent did you live with?" he asked keeping up the conversation as he slowly fingered her. "WH...What?" She panted lifting her pussy roughly against his probing finger. She was having a really hard time concentrating on his words. "I lived with my mother until I was 18 then left one night." She finally managed to get out. Marty had lowered his mouth to her clit but suddenly stopped and looked up at her he noticed her voice had lowered at the end. "What?" He asked harshly his finger still buried deep inside her. She opened her eyes and looked at him. "What?" She asked in confusion. Marty pulled his finger from her pussy as he looked at her; she was avoiding his gaze, looking at the door. "Amanda..." he said softly looking at her. "What?" She asked keeping her gaze averted. He moved up over her until he was lying beside her. He pulled her into his arms but she just buried her face in his chest. "Amanda, look at me. She slowly lifted her eyes to his. He saw they were glistening with tears. "Why did you leave home Amanda?" he asked softly. "My stepfather raped me." She said softly lowering her eyes once again. Marty felt a pain in his heart then suddenly a rage so strong he could barely contain it. He clenched his fists as he clutched her body close to his as a growl escaped his throat. Amanda lifted her eyes to his. They were suddenly full of fear as she squirmed to get out of his arms. His rage left him as quickly as it came; he tightened his hold on her whispering softly against her ear as he quickly rolled them over until she was on her back with him laying over her. "I'm sorry baby. I didn't mean to scare you." He crooned as he stroked his hand over her face. Slowly her body untensed and she relaxed against him. "I've never told anybody that before." She said as tears filled her eyes. He didn't touch her sexually. He just held her in his arms and sighed. "I wish I had known you then sweetheart. I would have killed the bastard. Her laugh suddenly turned into tears and soon she was sobbing like a baby against his chest. "He came into my room the night after I turned 18." She sobbed. "He said that mom was asleep and he had waited long enough to have me. I cringed as he covered my body with his, forcing himself into me. He put his hand over my mouth as I screamed when he rammed into me tearing my virginity away." Marty's rage returned as he listened to her talk. He wanted to go back and kill the bastard that had hurt her. He knew he didn't want to hear more but she needed to get this out. "It's okay baby." He whispered softly against her hair. "Let it out. No one will ever hurt you again. I won't let them." His voice was full of vehemence. She wrapped her arms around him pulling him tight against her. Her voice was soft as she rested her head against his shoulder. "He kept his hand over my mouth as he took me. He told me he would kill me if I told mom or tried to leave. When it was over he left me laying there. It continued every night for a month. He would come to my room after mom was asleep and force himself on me. His hand over my mouth smothered my cries." She bit her lip trying to hold back the tears. Suddenly she pushed Marty off of her as she ran for the bathroom. He sat on the bed stunned listening to her throw up in the toilet. He heard the toilet flush when she was done but she didn't return to the room. Moving out of the bed, he walked to the bathroom door, she was sitting on the floor with her head resting against the toilet. She seemed to sense him there because she spoke again. "The last night he took me, I waited until he went back to bed then got dressed and climbed out my window. I've never seen my mother since." Heartbreak Or Happiness? He moved towards her slowly, almost afraid she would bolt if he moved to fast. She lifted her eyes to his as he lifted her into his arms, carrying her back to the bed. "It's okay baby. He's gone. I won't let anyone hurt you again." He said holding her close. Her watery eyes lifted to him in surprise. "How can you say that? You don't even know me." He tightened his arms around her. "I know enough to know that I have you in my life and I'm not in any hurry to let you go." Her eyes shined with tears as he softly kissed each one away. Reaching up, she touched his cheek with her hand. "Marty...I..." She wasn't sure what she wanted to say but somehow she felt he knew. "Shhhh..." He said putting his finger on her lips then replacing it with his own. The kiss was soft and tender. There was no passion in it. Just two sets of lips touching almost like a butterflies kiss. She closed her eyes as he kissed each of her closed eyes as well as her wet cheeks. Marty watched her as she slowly relaxed then fell asleep in his arms. Her body relaxed against him breathing evened out. He slowly moved her out of his arms laying her back on her back on the bed covering her with a blanket. He sat back watching her sleep for a minute with a smile on his face. "Who are you?" he asked softly as he brushed her hair off her face. "How have you come to be so important to me in such a short time?" She had. Somehow Amanda... Hell he didn't even know her last name. All he knew was that somehow in the last 16 hours or so she had wormed her way into his life and into his heart. He wouldn't call it love. Not yet. He didn't believe in love at first sight. He did however know that he cared about her very deeply and the thought of her leaving him left a huge hole in his chest. He watched her sleep for a few minutes then carefully climbed out of the bed. He pulled on his jeans and shoes then walked down to the office where he paid for an additional two days. He also called his mom to tell her that he was just outside Carson City and needed a break so he wouldn't be there in time for her birthday. He didn't mention Amanda except to say that he was bringing a friend with him. His mom was upset that he wouldn't be home in time for her birthday but at the same time she knew her son and knew that once his mind was made up there was no changing it. She told him she loved him and to be careful driving down and she would see him when he got there. Then they hung up. After he hung up, he looked at the phone for a minute then came to a decision. He climbed into the car and drove out of the parking lot. *** Amanda opened her eyes to the smell of Chinese food and a can opening. She didn't know how long she had slept but when she looked towards the open curtains she saw that the sun was setting. She looked around the room and frowned. Marty was nowhere in site. She climbed out of the bed then walked over to the only small table in the room. She picked up the can of soda sitting next to one of the filled plates taking a long drink. Then suddenly she felt strong arms wrap around her from behind and smiled. "Good evening." He said softly before he kissed her ear. She set the can down before turning in his arms. "Good evening." She said smiling at him. His hair was wet from the shower and he had shaved down to his goatee. She ran her finger lightly over his smooth cheek then replaced her finger with her mouth. Kissing him softly. Marty closed his eyes moaning at the touch of her lips. He was tempted to drag her back to bed and keep her there for the next week. But just then her stomach grumbled and he smiled. "Food first, fun later." He chuckled pushing her away and holding her chair out to her. She smiled at him as she sat down. "This looks wonderful." She said picking up her chopsticks and digging into the sweet and sour chicken. "Mmmmm..." She moaned as she closed her eyes and chewed. He sat down across from her watching her eat with enjoyment. Once he had his fill of her for the moment, he dug into his own plate. "When did you do this?" She asked scooping some chow mien onto her chopsticks. He swallowed the piece of Teriyaki pork he had in his mouth and took a sip of his own soda before he answered her. "This afternoon while you were sleeping. I also got some bread and lunchmeat and some ice for the cooler. She glanced over noticing the red cooler sitting on the extra bed that hadn't been used. "I also paid us up till Thursday." He said taking another bite. She looked at him in surprise. "But that's three days from now. What about your mother's birthday?" He shrugged as he sucked up a noodle of chow mien and chewed thoughtfully. "She is cool with it. I called her. I told her that I needed a break." She looked down at her plate. "I'm sorry." He looked at her. "For what?" She lifted her eyes to his. "For disturbing your life like this." Marty reached out grasping her hand in his. "Are you sorry you met me? Are you sorry that I'm the one who picked you up last night?" She looked at him. "No...not at all. I'm very glad I met you. I'm very glad that it was you who picked me up." She squeezed his hand. "But..." He shook his head as he tightened his hand on hers slightly. "No buts. Don't ever say you are sorry for messing up my life. You are the best thing that has come into my life in a long time Amanda." She looked at him in surprise, unsure what to say. Her heart beat wildly against her chest. "What are you saying?" Without releasing her hand he stood up moving over to her. He knelt before her and she gasped. He chuckled. "No sweetheart. I'm not proposing." She let out a sigh of relief and put her hand on her chest. She liked Marty but she knew she didn't know him well enough yet to marry him. "Then what...?" He put his finger over her lips. Then he cupped her cheek. "I won't say I love you Amanda. Not yet." She nodded. "But...I do like you." He looked deep into her eyes. "I like you a lot and I care about you. I care about you a lot. I swear you could walk out of my life tomorrow and you will take half of me with you. I won't say I'll be here forever, but I am saying that I want you in my life. I want you in my life for as long as you are willing to stay." Amanda put her hand over her mouth as tears filled her eyes. This time she knew they were tears of joy. "I don't love you Marty." She said looking at him and he nodded. "I do like you a lot though. I don't want to leave. I want to be with you. Whether it is for two days or twenty years. I want you in my life. I want you to be a part of my life. I want to be with you. Only you." He stood up pulling her to her feet, and then pulled her into his arms. "Amanda...Oh baby. My baby." He cried against her neck as he held her close. She wrapped her arms around him holding him close. She cried against his shoulder. This time tears of joy. "Don't leave me Marty. Please don't leave me." She cried. He held her close then suddenly lifted her into his arms. "Never. Your mine and I won't let you go." She looked into his eyes and saw the fire of passion there. Suddenly it was like her body came to life and she clung to him. "Make love to me Marty." She said softly. He growled claiming her mouth with his. His tongue darted furiously into her mouth as she melted her body against his. The food was forgotten and they didn't even make it to their bed before he lay her down as they worked at each other's clothes. As soon as they were gloriously naked, he spread her legs wide, slamming into her with one furious thrust. "Oh Fuck." She cried out at the sudden invasion into her body. He didn't respond. He just growled loudly, holding onto her legs he pounded into her forcefully with his cock. He battered her pussy with his hard flesh. It was like he had to pound her pussy or die. He had to claim her body and soul. Know that she was his for as long as he wanted her. That she would be so hot for him that she would never leave him. "Fuck...Agh...Your pussy is milking my cock." He cried as he slammed repeatedly into her. "Fuck mmmeeeeeeee..." She screamed pushing back at him as fast and hard as she could. She needed this. She needed him to fuck her violently. She needed to know that he needed her as much as she needed him. "Pound my pussy with your cock Marty. Oh god. I need it so bad." Marty lost all control at those words. He growled loudly as he released her legs, dropping his body down over hers. His cock was still slamming deeply inside her. He kissed her ruthlessly as he pounded her with his cock and wrapped his arms tightly around her. Then suddenly he flipped them over until she was on top of him. She looked down at him from above digging her nails into his chest. "Ride me baby." He panted still pistoning up into her. "Ride my cock." Amanda didn't waste any time. She started slamming her pussy hard down over him as she leaned forward until her breasts were above his mouth. He accepted the invitation taking the nipple into his mouth sucking hard on it, then biting down. She screamed in pain and pleasure as she fucked him even harder. He grasped her hips with his hands slamming her down onto him as he forced himself up. "Fuck...I'm cummminnnggg..." She screamed as her body convulsed around him. "Yes baby...yes...cum on my cock." He cried biting his tongue to hold back his own orgasm. He continued pounding into her, reaching between their bodies until his hand found her clit. It was out of its hood and pulsing madly. He took it between two fingers and squeezed it painfully. "Aaaaaaahhhhhh...." She screamed throwing her head back as pain and pleasure flew through her. In revenge she raked her nails down his chest and heard him groan. He pounded even harder into her. Then he suddenly flipped them back over until he was on top again. She wrapped her legs tightly around him. Pulling him forcefully into her. He locked his mouth on hers and their tongues dueled as their bodies clashed together. "Oh Fuck. I can't hold back much longer." He cried as the cum boiled in his balls. "Give it to me baby." She cried as she pushed up against him. "Cum deep in me. I need to feel it." Marty let out a loud yell as he let himself go and felt his cum splash against her pussy walls. At the first touch, Amanda went over the edge again, her cries mixing with his. Marty thrust into her a few more times then finally collapsed against her breathing heavily. He buried his face in her neck as she wrapped her arms around his back and just held him close to her. Marty moved his hands under her, then tightening his hold, he held her tight as he rolled them over until he was lying on his back with her lying beside him with her head on his chest. "Wow." He said stroking her back with his hand. She kissed his sweaty chest and giggled. "You took the words right out of my mouth. Marty laughed with her and before long the room was full of the sounds of their laughter. They finally got themselves under control, wiping tears from their eyes. "What did I ever do without you in my life?" He asked kissing the top of her head. She lifted her head and looked at him seriously. "Marty. We come from two totally different worlds." He didn't answer just ran his hand lovingly through her hair. So she continued. "I mean.... It would take me a year to pay for the pants you wore last night when you picked me up." He sighed, resting back on his free arm. "Yea I guess." Amanda got the feeling that he didn't want to talk about this. She also knew that if they were to have any kind of relationship they had to work this out between them. They came from two totally different worlds and she didn't know if the feelings they had for each other would be enough to conquer that. She pulled herself out of his arms, sitting cross-legged beside him. When he reached out for her she put her hand on his. "Marty. We need to talk." He looked like he wanted to do anything but; instead he just rolled over onto his side and looked at her. "Okay." She took a deep breath and wondered where to begin. "My name is Amanda Marie Watson. I'm 26 years old. I'm the only child of Jack and Tiffany Watson. My father is a mechanic, my mother a seamstress. We grew up in the gutter so to speak in Portland." He looked like he was about to protest so she put her finger over his mouth. "Let me talk." He finally nodded. "I don't literally mean the gutter. I mean we had a nice house and I wore decent clothes but nothing like what you wear on a daily basis. Most of my clothes either my mother made or it came from the local Goodwill." She took a deep breath and continued. "I told you before that my parents divorced when I was 12." He nodded. "Well that's not entirely true. See my mother came home from work one day and found my father in bed with a 19 year old hooker." Marty gasped. "Yea that was pretty much my mother's reaction to. She packed me in the car and was halfway down the driveway before he ever got dressed." Marty just nodded. "Anyway, my mother got a divorce and we moved to Eugene where she met Sam. Sam is a 46-year-old man who owns his own dry cleaning business. They went out for coffee and things went on from there. They have been married for almost 10 years." She took a deep breath then started again. "Anyway, it was the night of my 18th birthday." Marty reached out and touched her arm. He didn't say anything at first. He just rested his hand there. She looked at him. "You already told me about that. I don't want to hear it again." She nodded then continued. "I haven't' seen my mother or Sam since." She took a deep breath. "I got a bus ticket back to Portland but had no idea where I was going to go or what I was going to do. The money went pretty quick, then suddenly it was the middle of summer, I hadn't eaten in two days and had no where to sleep." She choked on a sob and Marty pulled her into his arms. She cried against his shoulder for a couple of minutes then slowly pulled away. He let her have her distance but he kept his arms around her. She looked into his eyes. "Anyway, I was sitting on a park bench trying to figure out what to do when this guy walked up to me. He was modestly dressed in blue jeans and a t-shirt. We started talking. I told him I was 18, had nowhere to go and hadn't eaten. He bought me a hamburger and gave me a business proposition." She wiped her eyes. "He told me that he would put me up in an apartment, and pay me $100.00 a week plus supply all my groceries and anything else I needed to, become his mistress." Amanda looked into Marty's eyes. She expected to see disgust or pity at the least. Instead all she saw was compassion. He gently rubbed her arm and smiled at her. She gave him a watery smile, kissed him softly then continued her story. "Well naturally I was shocked. I wanted to scream at him for even suggesting such a thing. But then I thought about my situation. Here was a chance to get off the streets. Reluctantly I agreed. I cried the whole time the first time we had sex. Afterwards he just held me in his arms. We were together for four years and by then I had quite a little nest egg saved up. He was killed one night coming home from work in a car accident. So here I was, 22 years old, plenty of money but nowhere to go. The lease was up on my apartment and I had no idea what to do. I paid an additional six months on the lease and started scouting the papers. There isn't much out there for high school dropouts with no skills. Then one night I got my big break. I was sitting at home one night eating left over pizza and watching TV when a commercial came on about a new place opening up down the street called "Ernesto's. It was an exotic dance bar and grill. They were looking for girls from 21-25. Size didn't matter; they wanted all sizes and ethnicities. As long as you could dance they wanted you. The ad said $50.00 a night plus tips. I had always loved dancing but never thought I was very good at it." She laughed. "I figured you know what the hell. How hard could exotic dancing be? So I went down there the next day and auditioned. They hired me that same day. The work was steady, 5 nights a week. I got to where I really enjoyed it." She took another deep breath. "I had been there about a year when I met Joshua." Marty felt her body tense but he didn't say anything, just continued stroking her arm. "He was perfect. He had long black hair, green eyes and a body to die for. I swear I danced that night just for him. It was my best performance ever and I ended the night with over $200.00 in tips." She laughed. "Joshua swept me off my feet that night. Literally. He walked up to the stage as I finished my number pulled me into his arms and carried me out of the bar. I wasn't sure which I was doing more of screaming or giggling. We walked right past Rocky the bouncer who eyed him a minute but when I smiled he let us pass. We spend the next three days in bed fucking each others brains out." Her eyes filled with tears again. "About a week ago, my life fell apart. I lost my job and came home to find Joshua in bed with another woman. I packed a bag," She nodded at the duffel bag on the floor down at the end of the bed, emptied out my bank account and just drove. Then I ran out of gas, money and..." she looked at him. "Well you know the rest." Marty didn't say anything for a minute. He just lay there holding her digesting everything she had told him. She sat there tensely watching him. Waiting to see if he would bolt. Marty took a deep breath. "How long were you and Joshua together?" He asked softly. She was surprised by the question. "Um...3 years." He nodded. "Okay." He just lay there looking at her for a minute. She watched him warily. She didn't know what to do or what to think. Suddenly she was on her back with Marty half covering her body with his own and his mouth locked on hers. She was surprised at first then she relaxed as she melted against him returning the kiss. He pulled her onto her side facing him without breaking the kiss. He lifted her top leg pulling it over his waist then entered her slowly and easily. She moaned into his mouth as he slowly moved inside her. He kept his thrusts slow and easy as he kissed her tenderly. His lips brushed over hers as his tongue ran seductively against her own. He moved his hand down caressing her breast, holding it gently in his hand. Amanda didn't know what brought on this tenderness but she knew that she liked it. She liked the rough, hot sex with him but she liked this to. She tightened her leg around his waist pressing herself against him, matching her strokes with his. The sex wasn't hurried. It was like two virgins sharing their bodies for the first time. He eventually pushed her gently onto her back and moved over her still keeping his thrusts long and slow inside her. "Oh Marty. Baby." She moaned when he finally released her mouth. "I know baby. I know." He moaned as he pushed deeply into her only to pull back out and push deeply into her once again. He felt his orgasm building slowly but ignored it. This wasn't about getting off. This was his way of showing her that he didn't care about her past. He loved her anyway. He suddenly stopped moving looking down at her face full of desire. "Where the hell did that come from?" he wondered to himself. Then it hit him. He did love her. He loved her with all his heart and soul and he had since he saw her standing on the side of the road. Amanda who had been enjoying the slow movements with her eyes closed opened her eyes and looked at him. She reached up touching his face. "Baby, what's wrong?" She asked. He didn't move, he didn't speak, he just looked at her for a minute. "Marty?" She asked suddenly afraid that he was hurt by something she had said or done. "Talk to me baby. Please." There was a tremor in her voice. Heartbreak Or Happiness? The tremor seemed to break the spell and he looked at her in wonder. "I..." He started to say, as he slowly started moving inside her again. "What is it baby?" she asked lifting her body against his as she ran her hand over his cheek. He kept up the slow thrusts into her body but barely noticed. He felt her legs wrapped around his waist but barely noticed that to. He lowered his eyes over her body; the medium size tits, the small bulge in her belly, the slight thickness in her legs and arms. This was Amanda; this was the woman he loved. He grasped her hand holding it to his face as he looked into her eyes. Then suddenly he brought her hand to his lips kissing the palm. Her eyes were full of wonder. Her body was heating up from the slow fucking her gave her but she ignored it. She was lost in his eyes. "What is it?" She asked softly. He kissed her palm again then brought her hand to his chest. She could feel the beating of his heart. "Amanda. My Amanda." He swallowed a couple of times. "I love you." She had been lifting her hips against him but stopped moving completely at his words. "What?" She asked in awe." He lowered his body over hers kissing her softly. "I love you." Tears filled her eyes and he kissed them away tenderly. "I love you too." She replied with a tremor to her voice. "I love you so much." He kissed her hard as he finally started fucking her hard and fast. He had finally found the perfect woman for him and he was damned if he was going to let her go anytime soon. Chapter 3 Marty and Amanda spent the next three days lost in their own world. A world built around the love they found in each other. When the mood struck, they made love. Sometimes hard and fast, other times slow and tender. Their lips locked in each other's embrace. Other times they would lay naked on the bed wrapped up in each other's arms. Their bodies tangled together. They left the hotel only long enough for food then quickly stripped out of their clothes and found love and passion in each other once more. Wednesday night found our couple once more locked in Eden's embrace. Marty lay on his back with his eyes closed as Amanda slowly rode his cock. Pulling him deeply into her body as her hands locked and held with his. "That's it baby." He moaned as he pushed himself up into her. "Ride me baby. Keep it slow, make it last." Amanda threw her head back, pulling her hands from his; she rested them behind her on his legs as she slowly lifted her body seductively over him. She spread her legs wide giving him a good view of his cock sliding into her. Marty felt the shift in her position and opened his eyes to barely a slit. He watched her tits rise and fall with her heavy breathing. He moved his eyes down to where his body connected with hers. He watched her lift her body and then push back down over him. He moaned, reaching down, he ran his fingertip lightly over her clit, which was pushing out of its hood. Amanda moaned and increased her thrusts for a minute before forcing herself to slow back down. "Oh baby." She moaned opening her passion filled eyes and looking down into his. Marty smiled at her as he flicked her clit again and again. Amanda mewled in pleasure forcing her body to keep up the slow pace. Marty chuckled. He loved watching her fight for dominance with her body. His cock was hard as a rock but he held onto his control; just barely though. He watched her move over him another minute or two then decided to tease her some more. He loved to see how long it took her to lose control. Sometimes it took longer then others. The fact that they had been making love for the past half hour made him think it wouldn't take long this time. He licked his fingertip then moved it over her clit again. This time in a light caress. Amanda moaned tightening her hands on his legs but that was the only sign she showed that he was getting to her. In retaliation she tightened her pussy muscles around him holding him inside her. He moaned and hissed through his gritted teeth. "Bitch." He growled looking up at her. Amanda grinned at him as she kept up the slow movements. Occasionally she was tightening her pussy muscles around him. "All's fair in love and war my love." Her legs were killing her from holding this position for so long but she just ignored the pain. Marty smiled evilly. "In that case..." He pushed a finger into her beside his thrusting cock and she cried out in surprise. Her eyes widened as she looked at him. He just smiled as he slowly finger fucked her next to his cock. "That's...That's not fair." She panted moving a bit faster over him. He was about to make a smart ass comment but her moving faster and harder on him plus tightening her muscles around him was driving him crazy. "Oh god baby." He growled deep in his throat as he pulled his finger from her pussy and wrapped his hands around her hips. He slammed her down roughly on him as he pushed upward with his hips. "OH Baby...Fuck me..." She cried her legs shaking as she moved them back and forth digging her nails into his legs as she rammed herself down over his cock. "It feels so good." She brought her arms in front of her as she lowered her legs until she was resting on her knees. Then she lowered herself down over him bracing her hands on his chest. The moment for tenderness was over and they both knew it. Now they were fighting for the sweet oblivion that came with release. He was panting heavily as he plunged into her. His nails dug into her hips as he slammed her down over him each time he thrust upwards. "Oh Fuck...Agh...Amanda...Cum baby...I need you to cum now." He cried thrusting harder inside her. He was flooding her pussy with his pre-cum and her juices were flowing over his cock like a waterfall. He was having a hard time holding onto his control but he swore to himself he wouldn't let go until she came first. "I'm gonna cum...don't stop." She screamed clawing at her clit as her face fell forward, covered by her hair. Her breath came in rasps. She fucked him as hard as she could. Her pussy was clinging to his cock like it wanted it buried inside her forever. "Hurry baby...Oh god cum now." Marty cried. His control was slipping faster and he didn't think he could hold back much longer. He knew he was going to leave marks on her hips from his nails but at the moment he could have cared less. Amanda heard the urgency in his voice and opened her eyes to look at him. His eyes were closed tightly and his body was straining. She knew he was fighting for control and her heart burst with love for him. She dug her nail painfully into her clit as she rode him and screamed out in pleasure as her orgasm washed powerfully over her. "I'm cummminnnggg." She screamed as her body convulsed in pleasure. Marty let out a ragged breath in relief as he felt his body let go and he filled her with his seed. "Oh god...I'm filling you baby. Take my seed." He moaned as he shot three or four good squirts into her clenching pussy before he finally felt his body start to relax. Amanda relaxed her pussy muscles around him letting his softening cock slide from her well-fucked pussy. She relaxed her legs letting them slide out from under her until she was laying completely over him with her legs out behind her. Her chest brushed tenderly against his as she wrapped her arms possessively around his neck. She felt his arms come up around her and hold her close. "I love you." She said softly as she leaned down and brushed her lips against his. His hands caressed her back and gently squeezed her ass-cheeks. He kissed her back with tenderness losing his heart once again as he looked into her eyes. "Amanda." He said softly as he lifted a hand brushing her hair from her sweaty face. "My beautiful Amanda." She started to protest that she wasn't beautiful like she always did when he called her that but once again he brought his lips to hers. "Don't argue with a man in love." He said tenderly when he pulled his lips from hers. She giggled while wriggling her body over his. Her giggle turned into a laugh when he suddenly started to tickle her. "Marty...Oh god...Stop..." She panted through her laughter as he rolled her onto her back and tickled her mercilessly. He rolled over on top of her but didn't stop tickling her. He loved to hear her laugh. "Say it." He said through his own laughter. She knew what he wanted to hear but she always waited as long as she could before saying it. It was like a game with them. See how long she could hold out. His tickling fingers moved faster over her and she cried out in mirth as she laughed. "Okay...Okay..." She cried squirming to get away from him. He didn't stop tickling her but he did slow down his movements. "Say it." He said huskily looking down into her eyes. She wrapped her arms and legs around him holding him close. Her eyes were full of laughter; her lips were spread in a wide smile. "You are the best fuck and the best thing that I have ever had. I love you now. I will love you tomorrow and I will love you until my dying day. You are my stud. I am your bitch. You are my man, I am your woman." She pressed herself against him, his hands stopped moving as he looked at her. She licked her lips then continued. "You are the man I love more then life itself. If you ever walk out of my life, you will take my soul and heart with you." The laughter left her eyes to be replaced with love. Love he hadn't seen in another pair of eyes in a long time and he knew right then that he wanted her in his life. Not only for today or tomorrow but forever. He couldn't live without her. He moved his hands slowly up over her sides until he was able to cup her face in his hands. He held her face between his hands looking deeply into her eyes. He lowered his head, brushing his lips lightly against hers. "Amanda...." He said softly. His voice was barely above a whisper. She was lost in his eyes. "Marty." She said just as softly. He ran his finger lightly over her face, touching every curve, every inch of her skin. "Marry me." Amanda looked at him in shock. She was sure she couldn't have heard him right. Her body suddenly felt like jelly. Her legs fell heavily from his body landing on the bed. Her arms slipped from his neck until they were resting lightly on his shoulders. Her eyes never left his. "What?" His eyes never left hers but he did run one hand through her hair. "Marry me." He said again this time a bit louder. She knew she heard him this time but she couldn't believe the words her ears heard. "I...I..." She was lost for words. He ran his hands lovingly over her face. His eyes were full of the love he felt for her. "I love you Amanda. I don't care about your past or mine. I only care about the future. A future of you and me growing old together." He moved off of her sitting down beside her. He pulled her up to until she was sitting cross-legged in front of him. He reached down locking his fingers with hers but continued to look into her eyes. "I want you to bear my children. I want to go to sleep at night to your smile and wake up in the morning to your smile for the rest of my life. I love you more then life itself and I realize now that I can't live without you. You told me that if I ever left you I would take your heart and soul with me." He lifted her free hand against his chest until she could feel the beating of his heart. "My heart beats only for you. If you are going to walk out that door you may as well cut out my heart and take it with you. Without you I am nothing. I'm not a man; hell I'm not even a person. I'll just exist." He took a deep breath but continued speaking from his heart. "I know we haven't known each other very long. But sometimes that doesn't matter. Our hearts decide whom we will spend the rest of our lives with. We don't." He reached up wiping a tear from her cheek then bringing his finger to his mouth and tasting that saltiness he tasted there. He looked deeply into her eyes. "I love you Amanda. I know you love me." She nodded but couldn't stop the tears from falling from her eyes. He looked down at his naked body then back to her face. "I know this isn't the most romantic way to propose but I also know you well enough to know that convention would never work. I come to you only a man. A naked man at that." She giggled. He smiled. "I would give you the world if you asked for it. I'm not a poor man." She started to speak but he put a finger against her lips. "No let me finish." She nodded. He took another deep breath. His hand held tightly with hers. "I'm not a poor man. I know you don't care about that. I know you think we don't belong in each other's worlds. I disagree. I believe we are each other's worlds. We make our worlds out of what we decide to make it. It doesn't matter if I am rich as Midas or you're as poor as a church mouse. The only thing that matters is us. I won't ask you to let me give you the world Amanda. I only ask you to let me spend the rest of my life making you happy. I ask you to let me give you my heart. Please say you will marry me. Please say you will make me a very happy man and become my wife." Amanda looked at him. She had doubts through his speech. She didn't see how she could ever fit into his world. He was rich; she was a stripper. She had spent 4 years as a man's mistress. How could he love her? How could he want to spend the rest of his life with her? "I..." She opened her mouth to refuse. As much as she loved him she knew they didn't belong together. She would love him always but she couldn't be what he wanted. Somehow her body knew better then her head though because the words that left her lips surprised even her. "Yes." She said softly at first then louder as she threw her arms around him. "Oh yes. Yes I will marry you Marty. I will be your wife." Marty let out the breath he had been holding and laughed as he wrapped his arms around her pulling her close to his body. They rolled around on the bed just holding each other. Expressing with their bodies what words could never say. When he entered her it was with love and tenderness. It was as if they were sealing a pact with their bodies. Their moans mingled in the quiet room as he moved into her body. "I'll never let you go." He promised as he began to make slow, tender love to her. "I'll never let you go." She replied straining against him. She kissed him deeply and he returned it with all the love and passion his body possessed. They started out slow but it didn't take long before passion took over. Soon they were straining against each other. Their bodies pressed tightly against each others as if they wanted to become one. Marty's thrusts were hard and panicky. It was as if he had to claim her over and over again as his own. He cried her name over and over as he filled her with his heat. Amanda was no better. Her hands were clawing at him. Her body thrusting furiously almost ruthlessly against his. "Fuck mmmeeeeeeee." She cried as he pounded into her. They rolled over and over on the bed, never stopping the forceful thrusts. Sometimes she was on top sometimes he was. It didn't matter who was dominant. All that mattered was they shared their bodies together with each other and no one else. He claimed her body and soul as he filled her with his seed. She claimed him as well with her juices. By the time they collapsed back on the bed covered in each other's juices and sweat. They knew that they belonged to one another, body and soul, forever. *** They drove into Vegas the next morning and were married in a small ceremony. Amanda was dressed in a cream-colored blouse and skirt. Marty dressed in a suit. He slipped a plain gold band on her finger promising to get her a better one some time down the line. "Don't you dare. I love it." She said as she slipped his ring on his finger and then kissed him deeply. They spent the night in a run down motel room on the Nevada border. They made hot passionate love all night long and finally as the sun started to rise, they fell into a dreamless sleep wrapped tightly around each other. The next three days were a blur of happiness for Amanda. They would drive for a while then either find a cheap hotel or just pull off to the side of the road and make love. Sometimes she would go down on him while he drove and he would cry out. This stopped however when he accidentally pulled into the oncoming lane one time as he came in her mouth. After that she would just jerk him off as he kept a hand buried in her pussy. They drove into New Orleans early on Sunday morning. Amanda was suddenly filled with fear. What if his family didn't like her? He had told her repeatedly not to worry that his parents and brothers would love her as much as he did. She would smile but she couldn't help the trepidation that ran through her body. The night before they had stopped at a small hotel just outside New Orleans. They made love then this morning showered and dressed to face the day. Marty dressed simply in jeans and a t-shirt. Amanda was dressed in a knee length jean skirt that Marty had insisted on buying her and a mauve button up shirt that just barely covered her creamy shoulders. Her long brown hair rested in waves around her neck. Marty told her he preferred she wear it down and long around her so she hadn't pulled it back since. Around 11am that morning, they pulled in front of a two story, ranch style home. There was a swing set sitting in the fenced in front yard and a porch swing swaying gently in the soft breeze. "This is where I grew up." Marty said turning off the engine while looking at the house. "It's beautiful." Amanda replied with awe. Marty smiled with pride. He squeezed her hand then reached for the door handle. Suddenly Amanda gripped his hand almost painfully in hers. He turned to look at her seeing the fear in her eyes. "I don't know if I can do this Marty." She said softly her voice breaking. "What if they don't like me?" Marty pulled her nails out of his skin and held her hand loosely. "I told you, they would love you as much as I do." She relaxed slightly for a minute then tensed up again. "Your not going to tell them about my past are you?" Marty cupped her face with his hand. "Honey. Jacob dated a stripper for three years." Amanda knew that Jacob was Marty's older brother. He was two years older, married with two kids. She also knew that he had two younger brothers; Mark, who was in the air force and Tommy who was only 19 and going for a degree in psychology at the local college. She looked at him. "What happened?" He smiled as he kissed her softly. "He married her 8 years ago." She looked at him in surprise. He chuckled. "Yes my love. My sister Theresa was a stripper. A very exotic one. She stripped down to bare skin. She was also a very famous one. She went by Valley Rose." Amanda had heard of her. She was supposed to be one of the highest paid strippers in the country. It was said that if she continued she would become another Gypsy Rose Lee. Suddenly though she disappeared from the spotlight 8 years ago. A lot of people believed she was dead. Apparently she wasn't. Amanda forced herself to relax and release his hand. Marty kissed her again then climbed out of the car. He came around her side helping her out, then keeping an arm around her waist, they walked up the walkway. They had barely stepped onto the porch when the door was opened. This had to be Tommy, Amanda thought as she looked at the young man in front of her. He was at least 2 or 3 inches shorter then Marty with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. "Bought time you got here." Tommy said hugging his brother. Marty laughed as he hugged his brother back then stepped away, putting his arm back around Amanda's waist. "Tommy, I want you to meet Amanda. Amanda this is my baby brother Tommy." Heartbreak Or Happiness? Tommy turned his eyes to Amanda and he smiled. "Wow, mom said you were bringing home a friend. She never said you were bringing home a knockout." Amanda blushed at the words. Marty laughed. "Watch it there buddy. That's my wife you're talking about." Tommy looked at Marty in surprise then looked back to Amanda before looking at his brother again. "Your wife?" Marty nodded. Tommy's smile widened then he ran back into the house. Marty and Amanda could hear him screaming. "Mom, Dad. Marty did it. He finally got married." Marty covered his face with his hand and groaned. Amanda just laughed as she put her hand on his arm. "So much for the surprise." He said with a smile, taking her hand, he led her into the house. Marty's family was sitting around the dining room table drinking coffee and talking. Jacob, his wife and two kids were at one end. Melissa and Ray, Marty's parents were at the other end with Mark and Tommy in the middle. Tommy was looking at Marty and Amanda with a huge smile on his face as the young couple walked into the room. All talking stopped and suddenly Amanda felt a bunch of pairs of eyes rest on her. She tried to hide behind Marty but he just tightened his arm around her waist. His attention was torn from her suddenly as a small little bullet suddenly ran into him. "Uncle Marty," The little girl cried as she wrapped her small arms around his legs. Marty took his hand from Amanda's waist and laughing picked the little girl up in his arms. "How's my little cupcake?" Marty asked as he hugged his niece. The little girl wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm great uncle Marty. I lost a tooth see." She opened her mouth wide to show that she was indeed missing a front tooth. Theresa laughed and walked over pulling her daughter from Marty's arms. "Samantha, give your uncle a chance to breathe." She said pulling the little girl into her arms. Amanda looked at her new sister and thought her pictures didn't do her justice. Theresa Monroe was beautiful. Her reddish blonde hair hung down her back in a ponytail. Her sea green eyes smiled with pleasure as she hugged Marty. "Welcome home." She said kissing him on the cheek. Then she turned her smile on Amanda. "So you must be the new bride Tommy came in screaming about." Amanda blushed. "Yes ma'am." Theresa laughed as she set her struggling daughter on her feet. "Oh honey, don't call me ma'am. I ain't that old." She pulled Amanda into a hug then stepped back so her husband could greet his new sister. Jacob could have been Marty's twin. He had the same dark brown hair and deep blue eyes. She felt a pulling in her pussy and gasped. Jacob just smiled and chuckled. "Hey...keep your hands to yourself big brother." Marty said putting his arm protectively around Amanda's waist. Amanda tore her eyes from Jacob's as she rested against Marty. Jacob laughed again as he looked at his brother. "Don't worry little brother. I am perfectly happy with what I have at home." He kissed his wife on the cheek then turned back to Amanda. "Tommy was right, you are a knockout." He commented letting his eyes roam seductively over her body. Theresa punched him in the arm as Amanda blushed. "No I'm not." Marty laughed. "She doesn't think she's beautiful either, but I'm gonna convince her." He kissed Amanda's cheek. Jacob to hugged Amanda then stepped back. The next person to step up was Marty's brother Mark. He was home on leave. He was about Marty's height, had the same blue eyes as his other brothers and his brown hair was cut in the typical military fashion. He to let his eyes move over her and his eyes to held their interest. Amanda wished they would stop looking at her like that. She was getting warm from all the blushing she was doing. His hug of welcome was a bit more seductive then Jacob's was and when he whispered in her ear, her eyes widened as she blushed even more. "What the hell did you say to my wife?" Marty asked glaring at his brother. Mark just looked him straight in the eye. "I told her when she got bored with you that she could share my bed anytime." Marty took a mock swing at his brother and Mark walked off laughing. Amanda felt the most comfortable around Marty's parents. His mother Melissa was about 5' and a little butterball. Her graying blonde hair was pulled back in a bun behind her head. Her hug was full of welcome. "Welcome to the family honey." She said with a deep southern accent. "Don't mind them..." She pointed to her boys. "They play around but not a one would touch any of the other's women. They know better." Amanda smiled. "Thank you Mrs. Monroe." Melissa hmphed. "My name is Melissa or mom. Don't be calling me Mrs." Amanda just laughed. Ray was an older version of his son and Amanda saw what Marty would look like in a few years. It was obvious from the way he held himself that he was ex-military but his hug was as warm and welcoming as his wife's was. "Welcome to the family honey." He said with a smile as he kissed her cheek. "Thank you." She replied with a smile. She let Marty lead her to the table thankfully sitting down as Tommy got her a cup of coffee and a piece of his mother's fruitcake. The next two hours were a mess of noises in Amanda's opinion. The family bugged Marty and her for 15 minutes straight until they agreed to tell how they had met. Marty told how he had picked Amanda up on the side of the road in Nevada and Melissa clucked over her suddenly like a mother hen. She must have been called you poor dear about 20 times. Amanda talked a bit about her past. Omitting the fact that she was a mistress for a while but admitting that yes she was a stripper and no she had no interest in continuing the occupation. She said she wanted to go back to school to become a teacher and suddenly everyone was throwing ideas at her about the best place to get her G.E.D. and the best places to apply. By the time Amanda and Marty escaped to his old bedroom she was exhausted. "Please tell me you don't live here." She said looking at him as she collapsed back on the double bed. Marty laughed. "No honey. I have a small house about 5 miles from here. It really needs a woman's touch." He sat down on the bed beside her absently rubbing her leg. She pushed herself up on her arms and looked at him. "I like your family." He smiled. "I knew you would." He leaned forward kissing her softly. "See, you were worried about nothing." She sat up and sighed. "True. I just got propositioned by your brother." Marty growled. "Little Punk." Amanda laughed as she moved onto his lap. Her legs were on either side of him and her arms wrapped around his neck. "Don't worry honey. The only man I want in my bed is you." He wrapped his arms around her holding her close. "I mean he is cute though..." She said with a devilish look in her eyes. He tightened his arms around her pulling her close. "Don't even think about it. You're mine and I don't share what's mine." His voice came out in a low growl. She laughed as she pressed her chest against his. "Hm...I do believe you're jealous." He gripped her ass-cheeks pulling her forcefully against his hardening cock. "Damn right I'm jealous." She laughed as she wiggled her butt against him. "I like...." He growled as he rolled her over onto her back on the bed. He covered her body with his own, taking her mouth forcefully; pushing his tongue roughly into her mouth as he grabbed at her breasts through her shirt. Amanda felt a moment of fear. She felt she might have pressed him too far. Then it suddenly turned into a moan, as he softened the kiss and his hand loosened on her breast turning into a caress. "Don't even joke about being with another man baby." He moaned as he ran his mouth down over her neck. "I don't think I could handle it." She brought his mouth back to hers and kissed him. Her tongue moved softly over his. She felt him moan and pressed her body more intimately against his. He worked at her shirt until he had it opened, then her bra was opened and his hands were pawing at her breasts. His mouth left hers moving down until he could take her nipple into his mouth. He sucked gently at it and she moaned pressing up against him. She moved her hands down between them, quickly opening his jeans. She reached inside, wrapping her hand around him. Marty groaned against her breast while he pushed himself against her hand. "Your more then enough man for me baby, in more ways then one." She panted as his hand moved down under her skirt. She felt her panties slip down her body and finally off until they were hanging just on one foot. He pressed her skirt up until it was balled around her waist while she pushed at his jeans until his cock and balls were open to her touch. He brought his mouth back to hers as she led him into her waiting depths. He entered her in one thrust and she moaned as he filled her fast then started moving slowly. "Oh baby." She cooed wrapping her legs around him, pulling him deeper inside her. "Say my name baby." He moaned against her ear as he slowly moved inside her. "I need you to say my name. I need to know that you know who is making you feel so good." He put his hands under her butt lifting her against him. She pulled at his shirt, when she had it open she pushed it off his shoulders so it hung on his arms. "Marty." She cried as she lifted herself against him. "Oh Marty. Fuck me Marty." She dug her nails into his shoulders as he moved faster inside her. Marty started slamming into her ruthlessly. His hands were digging into her ass-cheeks with each thrust. "Oh Amanda..." He panted as he fucked her hard and fast. "I can't...Oh god I can't..." he pounded her harder. "Oh god baby, I can't wait." She felt him fill her and cried out as her body convulsed in release. She clung to him tightly, just hanging on for dear life. Afterwards they held each other close. They pushed their clothes from their bodies, and then slipped under the covers holding onto each other in a tender embrace. As Amanda drifted off to sleep in Marty's arms. She thought to herself that for once in her life, Happiness had won out over Heartbreak. The End Heartbreakers A movie studio-Womanly Ways headed by Cindy Luv is getting ready to merge with Girly Girl Studios. Naomi, Cindy's assistant, has been given notice she will no longer be needed. Naomi is in Cindy's office preparing for the meeting between the studios when she notices strange e-mails and documents on Cindy's laptop. She notices what may amount to insider trading. Naomi realizes Cindy is set to make millions and this is her chance for a big payday. Cindy comes into the office wearing a snug fitting blouse and short skirt with nylons on and a pair of Prada shoes. Naomi confronts her about what was on her laptop. A monetary settlement is reached between the two ladies. Naomi leans in and tells her the money is not the only thing she wants and starts French kissing Cindy. Naomi begins to run her hand up Cindy's nylon and starts rubbing her pussy over her purple boy shorts. Cindy begins to take Naomi's blouse off revealing her erect nipples. Cindy dives in and starts to suck her breasts. Naomi roughly pulls Cindy's panties off and starts fingering her pussy sending Cindy to the moon. Both women quickly disrobe and Naomi grinds her pelvis into Cindy's getting both women off. Cindy throws Naomi onto the desk and dives for her pussy licking Naomi to completion. Naomi bends Cindy over the desk and licks her from behind lightly slapping her bottom. Cindy screams in ecstasy and turns around and begins to kiss Naomi. As Naomi leaves she tell Cindy I expect the money in my account by tonight or else I turn the information over to the police. Several weeks later Cindy receives a phone call telling her to go to an address deep in Bell Gardens, California and when she gets there to knock 3 times on the door. Cindy does as she is told for fear of losing everything and going to jail. The door opens and Mistress Elexis and Mistress Savannah appear wearing leather panties and bras and long black leather duster coats. They Grab Cindy by the arms and hair and lead to a dark room where they disrobe her and put a ball gag in her mouth, bind her arms behind her back and put a collar on her with a chain. They lead Cindy to another room and attach her to a cross and Mistress Elexis begins to tweak Cindy's nipples while Mistress Savannah lightly runs a cat of nine tails over her exposed pussy. You can lightly hear Cindy moaning. Mistress Elexis takes the gag off her and begins to kiss Cindy while Mistress Savannah spanks her pussy. Mistress Elexis takes off her black coat and begins to suck, pull, and lightly pull on Cindy's nipples. Mistress Elexis tells Mistress Savannah to eat her pussy now. Mistress Savannah begins to slowly lick her clit her lips gradually building up speed. Mistress Elexis removes her black leather bra and tells Cindy to suck my tits now. Cindy eagerly licks her breasts while cumming in Mistress Savannah's mouth. They unhook Cindy from the cross and bend her over a table. Mistress Savannah tells Mistress Elexis put that strap-on on and fuck her now. Mistress Elexis slowly enters her from behind and slowly begins to fuck her then faster. Mistress Savannah has removed all her clothes and climbs on the table and orders Cindy to eat my pussy now. Cindy laps at pussy with unbridled enthusiasm. Cindy begins to orgasm from Mistress Elexis fucking her and Mistress Savannah cums in Cindy's mouth. The two ladies kiss and then move in onMistressElexis. Cindy finds a double headed dildo and the two girls move to the floor and insert the dildo . They gaze into each others as they slowly build up the tempo. Mistress Elexis is the first to go with Mistress Savannah kissing her passionately followed by Cindy. when it is all over Cindy asks for the flash drive and documents. The two Mistresses both tell Cindy "Get out now your appointment is over." Furious Cindy leaves empty handed. Part II. Fast forward one year where we meet Magdalene, a Los Angeles socialite, who is fed up with all the Los Angeles ass kissing. She decides that a change is needed and leaves behind her long time lover, Heather Silky, and heads for the desert town of Mojave, California. Magdalene is unaware that Heather has reported her credit cards stolen and drained her bank account. Magdalene breaks down on the edge of Mojave and her car is towed. Magdalene is soon arrested by Sheriff Rayveness Wayne, who is dressed in thigh high black leather boots, black mini-skirt with no panties, a snug fitting brown sheriff's shirt and the standard sheriff's hat. Magdalene is thrown in jail for using stolen credit cards. Across town at the home of Naomi Knight. Naomi is lying in bed with none other than Cindy's step-daughter, Rebecca Luv. Rebecca begins to kiss Naomi with her tongue and playing with breasts over her blue bra that is cut low. Naomi pulls away. "No, we cant Rayveness will be home soon." Naomi moans softly. Rebecca begins to rub her shaven pussy under her blue boy shorts slowly at first then faster and sucking on her nipples. Naomi screams in ecstasy. Naomi lifts Rebecca shirt over her head. Rebecca coyly asks "I though you said no, Rayveness will be home soon." Naomi throws her on her back and slides her panties down. Naomi removes her boy shorts and begins to grind her slowly and kissing and sucking her breasts gradually grinding harder until both women climax. Naomi lies on her back and Rebecca licks her way down her body and eagerly licks her pussy until she cums in her mouth. Naomi pulls Rebecca up and slides two fingers inside her and fucks her till she cums all over her fingers and then makes Rebecca lick them clean. Later that night Rayveness arrives home. The two lovers make small talk. Rayveness tells Naomi, "I know how you got the 300,00 dollars.". Naomi looks startled "What?" Rayveness tells Naomi. "I found the flash drive, documents and the pictures of what u made Cindy do. You know Cindy got 500 million from merger. We need to make her pay one last big amount." Naomi screams that "Bitch!" A phone call is made to Cindy. A deal is made everything for 75 million in cash delivered here in Mojave, California. Cindy calls her step-daughter, Rebecca who is suppose to be at UCLA, unaware that she too is in Mojave. One week later with cash in hand Cindy heads for Mojave. The Conclusion Naomi has invited Rebecca over the night as Rayveness is working the overnight shift. Rebecca shows up and goes upstairs to find Naomi wearing a black see thru nightie with nylons. Naomi says "Hi Baby look what I put on for you." Rebecca starts to take off her blue jean shorts and tennis shoes stripping down naked. Naomi tells Rebecca to get her hot little pussy over here. They start French kissing with Naomi fingering Rebecca's pussy causing her to moan uncontrollable. Naomi hears the door open and begins to roll Rebecca onto all fours away from the doorway Cindy has opened the front door and set the money down and begins to head upstairs as instructed. She pauses halfway up the stairs hearing moans. She senses something is wrong but begins to reflect on what Naomi has made her do since this started. She begins to feel excited and realizes in a strange way she likes everything that has happened. She heads upstairs and enters the bedroom to find Rebecca with Naomi. Naomi turns and says "Just in time I see." Cindy says "What the hell are doing here Rebecca you should be at school." Rebecca tells her step-mother" I dropped out to be closer to Naomi." Naomi tells Rebecca go to your step-mother and stick your fingers down her shorts. Rebecca resists at first but then Naomi brings her over to Cindy. Naomi sticks Rebecca's hand down Cindy's shorts. "That's it finger fuck her." Naomi tells Rebecca. Cindy begins to moan. Naomi commands Rebecca ."Now kiss her and suck on her nipples." Rebecca does as she is told. Rebecca removes her finger and Cindy slowly sucks the juices off. Cindy whispers in Rebecca's ear "I've wanted you since I married your father." They move to the bed and Cindy lays Rebecca on her back and begins to grind on her pussy slowly at first and then building the tempo until both climax and lock lips and tongues. Rebecca rolls Cindy over on all fours and begins to spank her bottom and kissing her bottom. She slides her tongue over her bottom and down to her pussy and begins to lick Cindy to an earth shattering orgasm. they both lean in to kiss each other. Rebecca gets up and goes downstairs for some water. Suddenly Rayveness comes flying upstairs. "Cindy Luv and Naomi Knight you are both under arrest for extortion and insider trading." Sheriff Rayveness tells the ladies. Both ladies appear shocked and bewildered as they are lead away in handcuffs. Who turned them in? Who figured it out? Later that night at the jail. Cindy, Naomi, and small blonde girl who was arrested earlier in the day for stealing kiwi's from the local fruit stand sit in a cell next to Magdalene. Rayveness goes to Magdalene's cell and tells her to stretch her hands and feet out. She ties Magdalene to the bed. Rayveness tells her "Guess what I have a surprise for you." Just then Heather Silky appears out of the doorway to the office. Heather followed Magdalene to Mojove. A lover scorned. Rayveness tells Heather go to her she's yours. Heather opens her shirt and walks to Magdalene who is helpless. Heather begins to massage her breasts until milk begins to spray over Magdalene's mouth and face. Magdalene begins to lap for the milk and moans "Feed me." Heather slides Magdalene's skirt up exposing her panties. She begins to rub her panties and opens her blouse and lowers her bra and begins to suck on her nipples. Magdalene is thrusting and bucking. Meanwhile in the cell next door, Cindy has slid her hand down her shorts and is masturbating. Naomi starts to rub her leg and leans in to kiss Cindy while watching the show. The unknown blonde has taken off her clothes and is standing at the bars rubbing her breasts and playing with herself. Heather sticks her breast in Magdalene's mouth for her to suck the milk out. Heather begins to moan "It feels so good." Magdalene's mouth is full and milk is dripping down her chin. Heather rips Magdalene's panties off and moves down to lick her. Naomi and Cindy are nude with Naomi riding Cindy's leg to orgasm. Naomi begins to French kiss Cindy. Cindy moans "Your all I ever need baby. I cant stand to be without." For you see what Naomi and Cindy truly desired was each other, unfortunately they discovered their love for one another too late. Heather licks Magdalene to orgasm with cum oozing from her pussy. Heather runs her finger thru it and feeds it to Magdalene. Magdalene slides Heather's panties off and starts to finger her. Sending Heather to the moon and spraying milk all over Magdalene. They begin to Kiss passionately. Heather breaks away and says "What are ya going to do now bitch, no more milk for you." and walks away. The next morning Magdalene and the ladies awake to a strange man in the office. "Good morning ma'am." says the man. "Who are you?" asks Magdalene. "I am sheriff Peter Wayne." Says the man. "Sheriff?, what about Sheriff Rayveness?" says Magdalene. "She's no Sheriff, that's my sister, she got out of Bellevue a year ago and moved back to Mojave. We just let her pretend to be sheriff so she will stay out of trouble." Explains the sheriff. "Where have you been?" asks Naomi. "I patrol up in Bishop during the day and Mojave at night" explains Peter. "By the way Miss Magdalene the bar dropped the charges." The sheriff tells Magdalene. "Bar, what bar?" asks Magdalene. "Boy, you were drunk. When they towed your car you went to the bar and got drunk then went to the tow company and tore the place up when they gave you the bill" said the Sheriff. "I thought I was in here for stolen credit cards, Sheriff Rayveness was here last nigh with my former girlfriend." Magdalene tells the sheriff. "I don't think so, my sister left last night with her girlfriend, Rebecca to start a new life in Boise, Idaho." said the sheriff. Last night had all been a dream for Magdalene. "As far as you two ladies go the Federal Marshalls will be here in the morning. Somebody sent them documents, pictures, and flash drive of everything you two have been up to." said the sheriff. "What about the 3o million dollars in the duffel bag?" Cindy asks. "I found no money when I searched the house and your car." said Sheriff Wayne. For u see the true mastermind of these events was not Naomi or Rayveness. It was Rebecca. Rebecca saw Naomi and Cindy that night in the office when she went to see Cindy about her monthly allowance. She overheard everything and realized she could get a big payday by hooking up with Naomi. then when Rayveness appeared on the scene she realized what a true psycho Rayveness was. She figured she could get all the money by doing away with both Cindy and Naomi. Rebecca was running the show. She sent the information to the Marshall's office, and Rayveness arrest Naomi and Cindy. Where is Rebecca and Rayveness now. On to the next unsuspecting victim. As for Magdalene she realized she missed Los Angeles and needed to find love. As Magdalene was heading out of town she noticed a sweet young thing looking for a ride. The hitchhiker, Faye, Naomi's daughter. Perhaps Magdalene will find true love. All is not as it seems all the time in a small town. Heartbreakers 1.01 My original intention was to write a story of about 10 or so pages, but the concept just grew and grew and grew. The finished portion is at 78 pages, and so I've broken it up into eight installments. Consider this as the introduction to a much bigger work. The juicy bits will begin in Part 2 and carry on to the end. This story is much more sophisticated than simply throwing two people into a room together for a quick fuck, and as the old adage goes, good things come to those who wait. Some words may seem unnecessarily capitalized, but they are part of the official Heartbreaker protocol and lingo, as seen in the light of a military structure and organization. Thus, more significance is set upon them to differentiate them from everyday language. For example, a wannabe or hanger-on is someone who follows any sort of group, i.e. a fan, or a groupie. In contrast, a Wannabe, with the first letter capitalized, signifies a groupie that specifically follows the Heartbreakers. This is a rank in the club's structure, at a comparative level to an Army or Marine Corp recruit. In that vein, an Action is a plan put in motion by the club, and the Random Public designates people who are deliberately kept misled about what the club is actually up to. All characters in this story are over the age of eighteen. ***** It is a Friday afternoon at the Promenade Mall, where droves of humanity flock to the nearly a dozen ritzy and outlandishly expensive department stores, the movie theater complex with its twenty-four screens, or the upscale eateries that always score rave reviews in the local papers. As the masses shuffle back and forth across the wide aisles, wondering where they can drop hard cash or cold plastic next, dozens more teem at the mall's food court. Some are there to eat, some came to entertain themselves at the video game arcade or the old-style carousel, and other, certain social circles are there to see what there was to see, and in turn, to be seen by others. In one corner, which they'd commandeered some time ago, and around a table and chairs made of imported marble and wood, sit four very attractive seniors from Madison High School. The two girls sitting closest together are Mindy, the undisputed ringleader and captain of the cheerleader squad, and Shelly, an outstanding and equally athletic tennis player. The next young lady in the group, who unlike the rest was not a blonde but a brunette, is named Haley. Her claim to fame is that she is an academic, also beautiful and in the running for Class Valedictorian. The final of the four is Heather, whose name does not end with the letter Y, but who is accepted by the rest of the group nonetheless. Heather is not outstanding in any way, with her sandy blonde hair, her less than spectacular looks, and her comparatively heavier frame. This last girl serves as the group's version of a wingman, as although Heather is undoubtedly pretty and plump, the other girls know they look that much better when they are seen standing next to her, and they take full advantage of that. Not that Heather minds this so much, as her companions were always opening doors for her that she would never have access to on her own. The four young women make up the entire active Elite of the Heartbreakers Social Club, which at one time had been known as the Jailbait Girls, and as the Alpha Females before that. At the moment, they are awaiting a phone call from their hated rivals, the Fillies, which stands for First In Line Girls. "What do you think they're going to dare us to do this time?" Haley, the smart one, asked the rest. Three heads all looked across the round table at the fourth. Mindy shrugged. "I don't know. Bitch Bethany came up to me right after class, and she said she had a new Challenge for us. She said we're not going to be able to top this one, no matter what we do." "She only said it that way because we showed them up but good the last time." Shelly, the tennis player, replied. "We fucked them hard, if you ask me." It had always been a tough competition between the two groups, each of them knew. The rivalry first started when Bethany and Mindy were both competing for the attention of the football team's quarterback. Mindy scored with him first, only to have Bethany seduce the young man away from her less than a week later. Ever since then, the girls that hung around with Bethany were constantly trying to outdo the girls that hung around with Mindy, and vice versa. "Okay, so Bethany's Bitches put their pictures on Facebook," Haley reminded them. "With their duck faces and their dumb poses. We beat them because we posted pictures of ourselves in bikinis and with hot guys standing around us. We won that one. Then the Bitches decided to screw guys from the football team, and we countered that by screwing guys from the baseball team. They keep saying they won that one, but I'd still argue that was a tie. The baseball players we screwed were in just as good shape as the football players they got." "And we all remember what happened the last time." Shelly reached up to high-five Mindy. "Bethany thought she was so cool, when she put up pictures of her and that one guy naked at a hotel. Can you just imagine her face when Mindy and I put up our naked pictures, when we both screwed the captain of the wrestling team at the same time?" "It would have been three of us, if Heather hadn't chickened out." Mindy scolded. Heather's face reddened, because while she did think the wrestler was hot, and she would have liked to screw him, she didn't have as nice a body as the other two more athletic girls. "Next time, you'd better not chicken out." Mindy pointed at her. "If you do, you're out of the club." Heather glanced to a nearby table, where three of the club's hangers-on were relegated to sit. These were what Mindy called 'fringe members' or 'Wannabes,' and Heather knew they'd do anything to get into the inner circle. Mindy and Shelly were just that popular. Everybody that was anybody at their high school, that was of the female gender of course, wanted to be part of their group, or alternatively, part of Bethany's group. "Well, knowing Bethany, it's going to be about sex." Haley calculated. Mindy shrugged again. "So what? I can out-fuck that bitch any day." The rest of the girls laughed. "I wish I had the captain of the wrestling team in front of me right now." Mindy mused. "I'd mount him right here on this table. Oh, yeah! Just ask Shelly, was I calling out his name, or was he calling out mine?" Shelly gave her another high-five. "He did have some endurance, didn't he?" "Yes, he did." Mindy nodded. "But not enough for the two of us!" "While Heather was doing nothing but watching." Shelly added. Heather's face reddened again. That's when all four of their phones rang. "I guess this is it." Mindy said, as they all pulled their phones out. It was a text message. "The Fillies hereby Challenge you." Mindy read the text. "You must complete the Challenge in two weeks or less, or you will fail." Eagerly, the girls waited for the next message. It showed up about a minute later. Mindy read it aloud. "You must sleep with the father of another club member. We have already done this. Proof is coming." Within the next few minutes, more calls arrived. These were pictures of naked adult men lying in beds, and the caption below it described who had slept with him, and whose dad the man was. "Are you kidding me?" Haley balked. "Bethany slept with Alexia's dad? And Alexia slept with Julie's dad?" "I recognize a couple of these faces." Shelly studied the pictures. "I think they really did it. They slept with each other's dads. What a bunch of sluts!" "Tell me something I don't know." Mindy replied, right before a wide grin spread across her face. "But if they're sluts, we're like mega-sluts!" Heather giggled. In all, six different pictures were sent to them, one for each of the girls in the inner circle of Bethany's clique. As the gravity of the dare settled upon their shoulders, Mindy started to look as disillusioned as the rest of them. "We can't beat this. If we slept with each other's dads, we'd only be copying what they did. The best we can do is to match them." "You mean you're seriously thinking about doing it?" Haley asked. "You'd sleep with my dad, just to show up Bethany?" Mindy shrugged. "I would do it. And I'd make him hold still long enough so that I could take a picture of him naked, too." "So would I." Shelly grinned and wiggled in her seat. "Your dad ain't bad." "I can't believe the two of you just said that." Haley shook her head. "Do you really think your dad would turn me down, if I took off my clothes in front of him?" Mindy teased. "I don't know about that." Haley answered. "I know that if you tried it, my mom would kill him, and she'd probably kill you too." Heather, the quietest of the four, said simply, "I guess Bethany wins this time." "No, she doesn't!" Mindy hissed back at her. "We just have to figure something out and throw it right into her face like we did the last time. I am not coming in second place to Bethany's Bitches, ever again!" "What's your great plan, then?" Haley asked. "We can't sleep with one another's dads, because the Fillies already did that. The only way we can possibly beat them is if we slept with our own dads, and I don't think even you are crazy enough to bring that up. Just take a good look at the situation here, because I don't see any way we can win." Mindy angrily crossed her arms. Their phones rang again, and this time Shelly read out the message. "It says: do you accept the Challenge?" "That bitch!" Mindy scolded, before she glanced around at the rest of the group. "Can't any of you think of something?" "What if we lie, and we say we slept with each other's dads?" Heather suggested. "They took pictures, you dummy." Mindy reminded her. "And even if we did get our dads to pose naked for us, it'll be cheating. We either do this one hundred percent, or we don't do it at all, and I am not ready to tell Bethany that she got one over on us." "What if the two of us sleep with one dad?" Shelly wondered. "That won't work either." Mindy shook her head. "That's why Bethany had all six of them do it, so we wouldn't be able to counter her with just one or two of us. That means the whole club has to do it. Besides, we already did a two for one deal with the wrestling captain. It would be so blasé to do that again." The quartet sat there thoughtfully, while their Wannabes on the next table over, who were out of earshot and not privy to the conversation, speculated on what was going on. All four phones rang again. "It's the same text." Shelly noted. "Do we accept the Challenge? Bethany's rubbing it in, because she knows we can't do it." Haley turned to their leader. "Well, what are we going to do?" "You know, my dad would fuck me in one second." Mindy concluded. The others looked at her closely, not sure they'd heard her words correctly. "Sure he would." Mindy nodded. "Ever since I grew boobs, he's been following me around the house and staring at me like a pervert. He'd do it. I know he would." "Are you insane?" Haley asked. "I can get my dad to fuck me." Mindy affirmed. "That'll show Bethany up, big time. The question is, are the rest of you in or not?" "You mean, can we get our fathers to fuck us?" Haley replied. "Is that what you're asking? Seriously?" "I'm not doing it." Heather decided. "Then you're out of the club." Mindy returned. "And it's not just over this one thing, either. It's because of the wrestling captain, too. I'm sure one of the Wannabes would at least be willing to try." Heather glanced at the next table over. They probably would, she thought. "I can't believe you're even suggesting this." Haley said. Mindy looked over at Shelly. "What do you think?" Shelly had her mouth covered. "Come on, Shelly. Good idea or bad idea?" Slowly, Shelly's hand came away from her face. She didn't say anything, however. "Well, come on." Mindy persisted. Visibly blushing, Shelly took a deep breath. "One time, my dad came out of the shower with only a towel on, and I guess he didn't know I was home. He started using the towel to wipe himself off, okay. He walked down the hall naked, and I was sitting in the living room watching him. I thought... I thought he looked really hot." "Whoa." Haley looked shocked. "I'd fuck my dad." Shelly admitted. "I wouldn't tell anyone, but if I could get away with it, I would do it." Mindy's gaze turned on the remaining two. "Well, I'm not doing it." Haley said. "It would be incest, and it would be gross, and it would be wrong." "I'm not doing it either." Heather chimed in. "Would you do your dad if he wasn't your dad?" Shelly asked them both. "I mean, what if your dad was a complete stranger?" Both Haley and Heather looked at Shelly as if she'd gone crazy. "First off, Heather, you're out of the club." Mindy motioned. "Go over there and sit with the Wannabes. Go on." "You can't do that to her!" Haley balked. "I know you're trying to change the subject, but you're not." Mindy countered. "Heather, go." Heather sat there, knowing exactly what she was about to lose if she left that table, which was basically her entire reputation at Madison High. "My dad wouldn't do it, anyway." "Bullshit." Mindy replied. "You haven't even tried and you're saying that. If you're not even willing to try, then you might as well go. Bye bye." Heather turned to the Wannabe table again. Those three girls had been waiting months for a chance to join the club, and if she allowed herself to get kicked out, she'd probably never get back in. Ever. She turned back to Mindy. "Bye bye." Their leader repeated. "Okay, I'll try it." Heather said. "You can't make her do that!" Haley jumped in. "Trying is not good enough." Mindy ignored Haley and addressed Heather. "You didn't even talk when Shelly and I were hitting on the wrestling captain, and you didn't even make a move on him when we drove him out to that motel. You just stood there in the background and you watched us do everything. So either you'll do it, or you can go away right now." "Okay, I'll do it." Suddenly, Haley was in the minority. She leaned back in her seat and laughed. "You guys are crazy! All of you! I can't even believe you brought this up!" "Maybe it's time for you to take a walk away from this table." Mindy told her. "I don't remember you coming up with any great ideas while Shelly and I came up with the plan for the wrestler." "Oh, you wait a minute, bitch!" Haley shot back. "I was the one that came up with the idea for the Facebook pictures, and I was the one that thought of a hundred other things you could have done, but you didn't do any of them because it's always about sex with you." "Are you going to let Bethany's Fillies step all over you?" Shelly cut in. These were the right words to say. Haley was reminded of why she joined up with the previous versions of the Heartbreakers in the first place. When she was in junior high, two of Bethany's cohorts had set fast-acting glue on her chair, with the result that she'd ripped the back of her skirt when she finally tore away from it. The scene had embarrassed her greatly, as her panties and legs had been fully exposed until some boy lent her his jacket to tie around her waist. Ever since then, she'd vowed eternal vengeance on Bethany and her little bunch. "The Fillies are not going to step all over me." She said. "But I don't know that this is what I want to do to get back at them." "Have you ever in your life thought about sleeping with your dad?" Shelly asked. "No." Haley said, too quickly. "You're a liar." Mindy noticed her change in posture. "You've thought about it." Haley stayed quiet. "If I do it, it's going to be easy." Mindy told them. "Shelly, will this be easy or hard for you?" "In between, I think." "Heather, what about you?" "Hard, for me." Heather replied. "I don't know how my dad will react." "Haley, easy or hard?" "I never said I was going to do it." Haley shook her head. "I think you will, once you see that a couple of us have already done it." Mindy replied. "Tell you what. You can use the Wannabes to help you, if you want. Maybe this can be part of their Initiation." "How can we use them?" Heather asked. "They are Resources." Mindy told her. "You figure it out. The biggest thing you'll have to worry about is that you only have two weeks to do this." "I never said I was going to do it." Haley repeated. "I distinctly remember that somebody at this table didn't want to sleep with a baseball player." Mindy said. "Up until I brought four baseball players up to this person and asked her to choose one, and then that person abruptly changed her mind and started spouting out poetry for the next week after the, ahem, encounter." "A baseball player is not the same thing as my father." Haley replied. "That's why this is a Challenge." Mindy said. "From our good friends the Fillies." Their phones rang again. Shelly checked the message. "You all know what it says. Do we accept the Challenge?" Mindy stood up, set her hands on the table, and leaned forward to stare at Haley. "Guess what? You're going to be the one to decide whether we accept the Challenge or not. Get on your phone and tell Bethany what our answer is." Haley glanced around at the others, before she turned and stared at her phone as if it was a disease. "You bitches are worse than Bethany." She said, as she started texting out a reply. Heartbreakers 1.02 Mindy didn't have a car, but she didn't need to. Shelly was her best friend, and Shelly took her everywhere. Even better, Shelly drove a late model, two-seater silver Audi, and Mindy loved sitting in the driver's seat and waving at or flipping off anybody she felt like doing that to. On this occasion, Shelly was taking her home. "Are you really going to do it?" Shelly asked. "Hell yes, if it'll mean that I can tell Bethany she can kiss my ass again." "You little bitch." Shelly teased her. "You little whore." "Are you trying to make me mad, or are you trying to turn me on?" Shelly kept quiet as she made a turn, but once she was driving down the street again, she spoke up. "If I had a dick, I'd fuck you until you couldn't walk straight. You sure you don't want to come over to my house for a couple of hours?" "Escuse muah, but I am not a lesbian. I enjoy the male persuasion very much, and I am not about to give up my favorite pastime anytime soon." "What if you and I were the last two people on Earth?" "Then I suppose I would have no choice, would I? But until that happens, I'll stick to my dicks. Thanks for the offer, though. I'm very flattered that you'd think of me that way, since your body is almost as nice as mine." "Almost, huh?" Shelly asked, as she pulled up in front of Mindy's house. "Some people would say it was the other way around." "Some people would be wrong." Mindy made her exit. "Or they were paid to lie." Shelly leaned closer to the passenger door. "When are you going to do it?" "Right now." "You bitch, you'd better call me and tell me what happens." Only seconds later, Shelly and her Audi had made a quick turn in the middle of the street, leaving Mindy to walk across her driveway. The house was huge and lavish, with four bedrooms upstairs, and a family room downstairs, along with her dad's office. It wasn't very imaginative, though, as it was a mundane rectangle in shape, and its color scheme boringly matched that of the rest of the houses on their block. Mindy let herself in, expecting her father to be in his office, and he was. Her dad's name was Blake, and he worked as a Micro Trader. That is, he managed stock transactions for various wealthy clients, and he used state of the art computer equipment so he could buy and sell stock at lightning speeds. "Hey, dad." Mindy called out, when she saw her father staring back and forth between two monitors. She even stepped into his office, which she wasn't supposed to do when she saw him working. Blake hardly gave her notice. "Hey, hon. Home from school?" "No, I'm still there." She chided. "I'm sending you a telepathic message from miles away." Blake looked at her and made a face. "Did you need anything?" "No." "Then would you mind letting me get back to work here? I've still got a lot of contracts to close." Just like that, he turned aside and ignored her. "I was going to practice my new cheerleading routine in the backyard." She announced. "Okay. Good to know." "I'm not going to wear any panties." She hinted, right before she stepped away. Blake was busy working calculations out in his head, and sorting through the various open contracts he still had to process, when the full comprehension of his daughter's words reached his mind. He glanced at the open glass double doors that served as the entrance to his office, but Mindy was gone by then. Surely, he thought, he'd heard wrong. NOT YET, Mindy typed into her phone, right before she sent the message out to her counterparts in the Heartbreakers. Mindy trotted up the plush carpeting of the stairs to the second floor. To her left was her parents' master bedroom, and directly across the hall from that was her room. Past her room was another room that her parents had reserved for workout equipment, and at the end of the hall could be found a rarely used guest room. Mindy's room was painted a light shade of pink and the centerpiece was a white canopy bed with sheer pink curtains. She had her white dresser and her nightstand, and her closet doors were covered with full-size mirrors so she could check herself out anytime she wanted to. At one time, her walls had been decorated with posters featuring teen hunks, but she'd since outgrown that phase, and since she hadn't decided what to put up next, the walls had been left bare. Casually, she stripped her outer layer of clothing and dropped it on the floor. This she always did, standing there in her white bra and panties, and staring at the reflection of her lithe body. Her breasts were rather normal B cups, but they were perky and round, her waist and legs were well-toned from all the cheerleading practice, and her butt was nicely rounded and jutted out like a pair of buns fresh out of the oven. She'd half a mind to strip naked and walk back down to her father's office, to get her part of the Challenge done and over with right away, except she knew her mother might be coming home any time. She did end up stripping, and she paced back and forth before the mirrored doors a few times, just to remind herself of how good she looked, before she donned a pink tee shirt and a pair of tight gray sweatpants. This way, she thought, she could hide her nakedness from her mother and show it off to her father, without tipping either one of them of what she was really up to. When her mother came home, her father, being the faithful lapdog that he was, finally stepped away from his desk and went to the foot of the stairs. "Mindy! Your mother brought dinner for us!" "Be right down!" She called back. It was probably some veggie cuisine, Mindy frowned, as her mother's idea of cooking was always to let someone else do it, and recently she'd been favoring vegetarian restaurants who served portions hardly big enough to feed a rabbit. Sure, Mindy watched her figure like a maniac, but what her mother presented to them as food was absurd. Mindy's dish turned out to be steamed rice and stir-fried vegetables, and she took her little box away from the main dining table and ate at the mini-bar. Her mother was talking a mile a minute, about some clients that were interested in buying houses, and where those houses were located, and how much money she could be expected to make if she sold one. What most caught Mindy's ear was that she'd be gone for most of the next day, which was Saturday. That meant that she'd have time to work on Bethany's Challenge. "Marge, I made reservations for the wine tasting, at the vineyards." Her dad reminded his mother. "You said you'd go." "Well, I can't make it." Marge, short for Margaret, shook her head. "Reschedule it for next week." "What am I supposed to do all day?" Blake threw his hands up. "I don't know. Hang out with Mindy. You two hardly ever hang out together." "I'm sure she has plans." Blake sighed. "She always goes out with her friends on the weekend." Mindy quickly cut in. "Actually, I am available. I don't have cheer practice, and I don't have any plans. I would love to hang out with my daddy." "Take her to the movies or something." Marge decided, and in her mind, the matter was now closed. It was much later, when Mindy went into the workout room. She hoped her father would join her there, so she could drop a few hints to him, but no, he didn't show up. Instead, her mother came in and kicked her off the treadmill. "I need it more than you do." Marge said. The workout room had full-length mirrors running along one entire wall, and Mindy took a spot in front of them and started doing her stretches. Every once in a while, she caught her mom giving her a resentful glance. Mindy never understood that. Her mother was in her late thirties, as her dad was, but it was as if Marge hated that she was getting older. Her mother had been a high school cheerleader too, and she took care of her body somewhat, but apparently her body needed more upkeep than she wanted to give. As a result, Marge often gave Mindy those spiteful glances whenever they were in the workout room together. Her mother was obviously jealous of Mindy's youth. Your ass is never going to be as tight as mine, Mindy felt like saying to her as she walked out, all the while feeling Marge's lingering stare on her back. She went downstairs to work on her dad, but that turned out to be pointless. Blake had his routine of watching sports, news, and financial news, without interruption, until he finally called it a night. Mindy went back upstairs, and before she went to bed, she typed in another message to her cohorts. NO GO, WILL TRY TOMORROW. The next morning, Mindy stepped out of her bedroom wearing her comfy pink tee shirt, and a pair of too-small white shorts. The shorts were made of cotton, and she made sure they were extra tight by checking her butt in the mirror. Let's see if dad can keep his eyes away from me this time, she thought, as she made her way into the kitchen. She discovered Blake sitting at the bar, with a newspaper taking up most of his attention, and a cup of coffee cooling nearby. Even though it was the weekend, he'd gotten used to wearing his work clothes like every single day, and this day was no exception. He was wearing a long-sleeved, button down shirt in a rich royal blue, and tan slacks. "Hey, dad." She announced, as she went to the fridge. "Morning, hon." Blake replied, as he glanced around an edge of his paper to nod at her. "Your mother probably won't be back until two. She said you could help yourself to breakfast, and we can order out for lunch if you want, or we can head out somewhere if you want to do that." Mindy poured herself a glass of orange juice. "I don't know. Maybe we should stay home today. You know, to hang out like mom said." This was enough to prod him into turning and actually facing her. "Are you sure you don't want to watch a movie? I've got the listings right here if you want to take a look at them." "Nah." She said, as she considered what she wanted for breakfast. She had her granola mix, and her boxes of multi-grain cereal. "Let's just have a you and me day." "Okay." Blake shrugged, in much the same way that Mindy would shrug. After breakfast was done, the two migrated into the family room, where Blake automatically switched on the big-screen. He went back and forth between the news channels to the sports channels, as if he couldn't settle on any of them. "Dad, just turn it off." Mindy told him. "You're going to drive me crazy if you keep doing that." Reluctantly, Blake shut the TV off and dropped the remote on the couch beside him. "Okay, now what?" "You can watch me stretch." Mindy declared, as she pushed the glass coffee table out of the way. When she saw that she had enough room, and before her father could say anything to stop her, she leaned over to stretch out one leg. "That's not as exciting as the game that was going to start in a little while." Blake kidded. "You don't think so?" Mindy replied, as she turned her back to him and repeated the stretch with her opposite leg. This way, she was making sure her tight ass was front and center. "How about now, daddy?" "What are you doing?" "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm stretching my legs." "Maybe you shouldn't be doing that here." "Shut up." She answered. "You look at me all the time, so don't try to play it off like you're not doing it now." "Mindy..." She turned to face him. "Go to your room." Blake ordered. "No." She defied him. "I'm going to keep on stretching, and you're going to sit there and watch." "That's it, I'm leaving." Blake stood up. "Go ahead." She dared. "You can pretend all you want, but I've caught you looking at me all kinds of times. Today, you don't have to hide it, because I'm letting you. So go on and hide in your little office. I'll keep doing what I'm doing, and you can come back when you're ready to admit that you like staring at me." Blake rounded the couch. "Dad?" "What now?" He said, impatiently. "You know that mom comes home at two. I'm only going to do this today, and I'm never going to do it again. So if you want to leave, go ahead and leave, but you'll be missing out and I'm never going to give you this chance again." Blake took a couple more strides, only to pause by the end of the couch. "Did your mother put you up to this?" "Now you're being stupid." Mindy scolded him. "Go ahead and leave." She went back to her stretches, this time sitting on the floor and turning to her sides. At the same time, she kept an eye on her father, who was still standing a few feet past the couch. "Why are you doing this?" He asked. "Because I want you to watch. I'm not going to tell her." He looked uncertain now, and that's exactly where she wanted him to be. "I shouldn't be doing this." He said, weakly. "You're my daughter. "Then leave. It's your loss. I told you, I'm not doing this again." Blake set his hands on his hips and gazed into the distance for a few moments. Just when it seemed that he wasn't going to comply, he relented and made his way back to his former spot on the couch. "I'm just watching you stretch, that's all I'm doing." He said to himself. "You're going to answer my questions, too." Mindy pressed him. "And you're going to tell me the truth, and nobody's going to know about it except you and me. Okay?" Dumbfounded, he looked back at her. "Give me a definite Yes." She insisted. "Okay. Yes." "Do you look at me, when you think I'm not paying attention?" "I'm looking at you now." "You know what I mean. Do you look at my body?" Blake took a deep breath. "You have to tell me the truth." "Okay, fine. I do look at your body." "What part?" "I... I look at all of you." "That's not the truth!" Mindy reprimanded him. "It is the truth. I look at your face, and I look at your figure. I look at all of you. I don't concentrate on any one part of you; I look at the whole picture. It's more than just your physical appearance, too. You've got a strong personality, you're very intelligent, and what I like about you most is that when you put your mind to something, you get things done." That wasn't what Mindy had expected to hear. All this time she thought her dad was leering at her boobs or her butt, because that's what every other guy in the world was doing. Spurred on by this new revelation, she decided to push things even further. "Do you think about me when you masturbate?" Instead of deliberating over his words, he said simply, "I have done that." "Once or twice?" "More than that. I guess it started right after you turned eighteen, when you'd wear your cheerleading outfit around the house. I only looked at your friends at first, but then I started looking at you, too. I think you're better looking than any of them." "Were you looking at me last night?" He let go a long, loose breath. "Yes, I was. I don't think you had any underwear on, under your sweats." "I didn't." Mindy admitted. "Listen, I want to ask you something. Is mom jealous of me?" This made him chuckle. "You noticed? Yes, she's been jealous of you ever since you made captain of the cheerleading squad. She never got that far when she was a cheerleader. But it's not only that. She doesn't like that you've got all these young men calling you, and coming to pick you up for dates. You're doing things she never got to do when she was younger, and it bothers her enough that she mentions it to me on occasion." "She's a bitch." "I wouldn't go as far as to say that. She's got her hands full with her career, and she..." Mindy cut him off. "She's a bitch, because she can't let me be me, and let her be her. But I don't want to talk about her anymore. I want to talk about how you masturbate when you're thinking about me. Where do you do it?" Blake shrugged. "In my office, mostly, when I'm taking a break from work. If you want to know the entire truth, in my scenarios I imagine that your mother's out of the house with some clients, and I'm here with you, and it just goes from there." "Show me how you masturbate." "That wouldn't be appropriate. Hell, everything we're talking about isn't appropriate." "Not even if I say it's okay?" Mindy asked, as she turned and started a slow crawl toward her father. "Take it out. I won't tell mom, I promise." "I'm not doing it. So far, I'm just looking, and we're just talking. There's a line that has to be drawn." "That line is really fuzzy for me right now, because mom's not home right now. She's being a bitch to me, and I want to find out what you really think about me." She'd reached the edge of the couch, and she went from all fours to standing on her knees. When she set her hands on her father's knees, Blake leaned back against the couch and raised his head toward the ceiling. His arms spread wide along the couch's upper edge, as if he were trying to find some support there. Mindy scooted closer, so that her sides were touching the insides of his thighs. "Don't do it." He pleaded, quietly. "Please don't do it." Mindy ignored the words, as her hands slid back and forth across his lap. She could see the bulge in his slacks, and for a brief moment she wondered how her mother would react, if she were to unlock the door and happen upon the twisted scene. Mindy then grazed her hands toward her father's zipper. She was gentle as she pulled it open, as she went on to undo both the belt and the top button and spread the folds of fabric apart. For a moment, she allowed her fingers to caress the soft cloth of her father's boxers, which were light blue in color. The Challenge was still ripe in her mind, but now that she was seducing her own father, her own body started becoming aroused. Originally, she'd envisioned a quick bang and go, but now, she was envisioning a good, long fuck, and she was going to make sure her father was going to give it to her. Only a single button was keeping her from her prize, but this slight encumbrance was soon dealt with, and this is when Mindy slipped one hand through the slit of the boxer's fly. Her fingers encircled the hot, rigid member that eighteen years before had been responsible for creating her. "Don't do it." Blake murmured, still refusing to observe what was taking place around his crotch. Mindy pulled the cock out, and like a gentle masseuse she rubbed her hand up and down its length, and provoked delicious, soft moans from the man she was fondling. It was a nice cock, she decided. It was uniform in length and curved upward gracefully. It was nice to look at, and nice to hold. It would satisfy her. She drew her head towards it, and blessed its end with a few flicks of her tongue. Her father's hands came down on her shoulders, as if he meant to push her away, but he didn't push. He merely kept his hands there, as if wanting, as she was, to see how far things would go between them. "Is this what you imagine, when you masturbate?" Mindy asked, but she gave him no time to answer. Instead, she swept the swollen tip of that cock into her mouth. Her lips sucked at it, while her tongue rolled around and spread moisture all over it. She was counting how many times she did this, four, five, six, and then all at once, she pulled away and giggled at her erotic teasing. "Masturbate for me." She said, as she withdrew to the spot where she'd been previously stretching. "I won't tell mom." The look on her father's eyes convinced Mindy that he wanted to do more than just play with himself. She had him exactly where she wanted him. "Or..." She kept up her coy tone. "We can play a really sexy game together." Through ragged, sensuous breaths, he answered, "What kind of game?" "You do what I do." She instructed him. "If I take off my shirt, you're taking off your shirt. Basically, you follow my lead. Okay?" Heartbreakers 1.02 It was going to be a quick game, too, she considered, as she was only wearing two articles of clothing. "Okay." Blake answered. After giving him a most alluring stare, Mindy pulled her shirt off. Her supple, shapely breasts and hardened nipples were, for the first time in a very long time, revealed to her father's eyes. When a soft, desirous moan slipped from her lips, she thought of what a little slut she was, and in the back of her mind she knew she that if she played her cards right, she could achieve this same reaction from her father whenever she wanted to. She could get whatever she wanted from him this way. Sexily, hungrily, she watched as her father unbuttoned his shirt and exposed the taut muscles of his chest to her. For a moment, she couldn't understand why her mother would take off on a Saturday morning to show her stupid houses, instead of keeping Mr. Blake in the bedroom all day to fuck his brains out. Didn't she have the entire workweek to show houses to people? Still on her knees, Mindy scooted around to show off her back and butt. She said, "I seem to be having trouble taking off my shorts. Can you give me a hand with them?" It didn't take long, for her to hear the couch being made vacant. Her father might have taken two strides before he stood behind her, before he slid down to his knees. His hands came up to her shoulders, and even though he was brazen, he was also timid, as his hands held firm. The ogling, the stripping, the imagination; all of those things formed their own dimensions around them. Things were about to get a lot more physical. Mindy grasped one of her father's hands, guiding it around her body and before her chest. She placed it directly onto a breast. She felt the fingers quiver, heard her father's moan, as the hand clasped her eager young flesh. No further urging was necessary for Blake's other hand to roam free. It found and felt the softness of her other breast, as Mindy resigned her gorgeous body to being groped by the man she loved most in the entire world. Her ribcage and her waist were fondled, before the pair of exploring hands went to her backside. Over the cloth of her shorts they tarried, but not too long, before they poked past the waistband or under the legs. His fingers were sneaking glimpses of her ass, her tight, shapely ass, and hugging the curves of her shorts, before the anticipation fully weakened them. The hands went to her waist, pulling the shorts to her thighs, exposing her, and once this was done, the hands again roamed and caressed, squeezed and groped. "I think it's time for me to take off my shorts." Mindy said, seductively. Blake moved back to give her enough room, and simply stared at the incredible, nude form that beckoned him. "Did you forget the Sexy Game already?" She reminded him. As if broken out of a trance, Blake himself moved back a few feet, and finished removing his slacks, and everything else he still had on. They were both fully nude now, with him staring at his daughter's back, and Mindy glancing back over her shoulder, and although each of them knew and wanted what was to come next, the elder of the two was still holding back. "Where were we?" Mindy prompted him, as she got back down on her knees. "Oh, you were right behind me, and you were touching me, right?" Wordlessly, Blake went to her. He resumed his place, and his hands went back to running all over her body. The only thing he seemed to be keeping away from was her pussy. I can remedy that, Mindy thought. "The next part of the Sexy Game, is for you to keep your hands on my tits. Can you do that?" She didn't wait; she just leaned forward and got on her hands and knees. Her back arched just enough to give emphasis to her curvy ass, and her pussy was fully on show now. Now, things were up to her father. Blake had no choice, but to lean forward and reach. This caused his cock to rub along her thighs, to poke at her abdomen, and for his hips to press on her butt. He managed to reach her breasts, and he squeezed them, but, oh, it would be so much easier if his cock were pushed into her. He'd be fucking her, his own daughter. Still, there was that unyielding reserve within him that cautioned him, that told him the final step in their erotic play was one step too far, and regardless of what he'd done with her already. Blake abandoned his hold on her breasts, sliding his hands along her back, and halting at the curves of her ass. One hand stayed there, as if not wanting to slip away, as if her father wanted to keep their actions in the I Almost Did It category, instead of the one called I Went Too Far. His other hand, Mindy imagined, was gripped around his cock. In one final, sultry whisper, she said, "I won't tell mom." She knew how to play men, and her own father was no exception. This was a chance he was never again going to get, she'd already told him that earlier, and it was the realization that he'd regret it for the rest of his life if he didn't act now. After all of the fantasies, here was his chance to do in real life what he'd only before done in his fantasies. And he took that chance. Blake moved up behind her, his hand still encircling his cock, while the other still held Mindy's ass. He prodded at her, moaning at their intimate contact, and his breathing suddenly tumbled into harsh pants. He was going to cum into his own hand, Mindy realized. This peeved her, as she hadn't come this far only to have her father spurt goo onto her ass and call it a day. The Challenge was for her to fuck her father, and that was what she fully intended to do. Reaching behind her, Mindy slapped away the hand trapping the cock, and she took hold of it herself. She aimed it, and she held it firm, and oh, so slowly, she eased back into it. Her insides engulfed it, while her ass pushed back against her father's legs, and it was she who began to rock back and forth. Her father became a mere observer, as all the action was being indulged by Mindy. She thought of Bethany's Bitches, and of how incensed Bethany was going to be once she found out how badly she'd been beaten. Bethany would be utterly humiliated and her little First In Line Girls were about to be shot down by, not notches, but by stratum. First In Chatter, Last In Action, Mindy looked forward to boasting to her enemies. Behind her, she felt her father's hands tightly grabbing at her ass, and coupled with his constant eruptions of moans, she knew he was on the brink of climax. Had Mindy been her mother, undoubtedly she would have thought that Blake was a One-Minute Man, incapable of anything more than a quickie hump. But Mindy was not her mother, Mindy was Mindy, and she could not find fault with her father's premature climax, because after all, she was known to be a young goddess in the realm of common, simple women. Except for Shelly, she thought. That was another goddess, just like her, and her mouth salivated at the idea of what Shelly could do to her, if only Mindy allowed her to. Maybe, she thought to herself, she would go lesbian for one day and find out. Her father's cries deepened into something more feminine than manly, right before he erupted his fluid into her. His hands grabbed at her sides, and after having barely moved at all, he was now giving her a few, short, feeble thrusts. Mindy waited him out, and afterward she pulled away and turned around to face him. The look he had on his face, Mindy had seen plenty of times before on other men. He was thinking, am I supposed to hug her now? Am I supposed to kiss her? How am I going to act around her, when I see her from now on? Any other man, she would have kicked to the curb. But this was her father, and since she was going to be seeing plenty of him around the house, and also for the rest of their lives, so she knew she couldn't be as cold and abrupt as she usually was with her past lovers. "Dad, that was a lot of fun." She said soothingly. "But we can never, never do it again. Mom might find out, and that would not be good for either of us, would it? So, don't ever bring this up, and don't ever try to make it happen again." "Okay." He nodded back dumbly. "One time deal, I get that. It's better that way." "Right. But I don't want you to forget this, either. Where's your phone?" "Back in my office. Why?" "Go get it, and meet me in the bathroom. And don't put your clothes on yet." As he rose to his task, Mindy made her way into the kitchen. She'd brought her own phone down earlier and left it on the table next to her half-emptied glass of orange juice. Now, she scooped it up and headed to their next meeting place. Mindy had a few moments to consider how she wanted to pose, before her dad joined her. In the end, she stood before the wide bathroom mirror, looking defiant and beautiful. Her father stood behind her, and his hands went around her middle and covering up both of her breasts. One of her hands held up first his phone, and then hers, and two pictures were taken. The poses she found satisfactory, and she soon found herself thinking of a way to officially conclude the romp. "Okay, dad, listen to me." She said. "I'm going to take a shower, and then I'm going to call one of my friends and go out. The next time you see me, you are going to pretend that our little fling never happened. It never happened. That's going to be our story, and the only proof you'll have is that one little picture on our cell phone. And nobody's ever going to see that picture, right?" "Absolutely not." Blake shook his head. "Good." She said, right before she left the bedroom. She said nothing at all about how she was going to share her picture, however. Heartbreakers 1.03 SCORE. SHELLY, PICK ME UP, BITCH. Of course, Shelly jumped into her car and hurried over. Once Mindy was with her, they went to Haley's, and they left behind the two-seater Audi and migrated over to Haley's four-seater Honda. They gathered up Heather, the last member of their club, and drove out to the fanciest burger joint in town. That's where Mindy told them her story. Haley and Heather both hedged in their future participation of the Challenge, but not Shelly. She was looking forward to it. She was getting wet just thinking about seducing her own father, and of the other three girls, only the one closest to her noticed. "You're horny, aren't you, you bitch?" Mindy asked her, while the other two girls reluctantly discussed their own future ventures. Shelly rolled her tongue against the inside of your mouth. "Would you get angry if I fucked your dad?" Mindy shrugged. "No. It wouldn't take much for you to make him your lapdog. Just fuck him once and he'll follow you everywhere." "What if the only reason I fucked your dad, was because I really, really want to fuck you?" "Would you suck my tits?" "All day." "Would you suck my pussy?" "All night." Mindy was starting to feel horny herself, by then. "I'll think about it." They were sitting in a quiet booth at the back of the restaurant, and Shelly started leaning over to give an alluring stare to her best friend. A lover's stare, one might say. "Hello?" Haley interrupted them. "Are you two even listening to us?" "No." Mindy shrugged. "Are you talking about something important?" "Well, yeah." Haley shot back. "Heather and I are trying to tell you that we're not going through with it. There is no fucking way that either one of us is going to screw our dads." "Then leave." Mindy dismissed them both. "You're both out of the club. You were the one that told the Fillies that we accepted the Challenge, and now that we're in the middle of doing things, you want to fuck things up for everybody." "I was feeling pressured when I accepted the Challenge." Haley defended herself. "I wouldn't have done it if all three of you hadn't cornered me in on it." "You made a commitment to the Heartbreakers." Mindy's voice tightened. "What is our number one rule? We stick together no matter what." "Well, excuse me, but incest is not covered in our rules." Haley countered. "Then you shouldn't have made the commitment. You could have just said, I don't want to be part of this club anymore, and you could have gone your merry way. But you did make the commitment for all of us, and now you have to live by it." "What if I decide to walk, right now?" "I don't see anybody stopping you." Mindy snapped. "Just make sure you take Heather with you." At this, Heather squirmed in her seat. The only reason she'd sided with Haley was because it would split the club evenly. Now that Mindy was calling her bluff, she was having second thoughts. "How many groupies do we have, Shelly?" Mindy taunted her opponents. "That depends." Shelly looked amused. "We might have as many as ten hangers-on, and each of them has friends that want to join, so who really knows? Thirty, forty Wannabes all together?" "And how many of them do you think would be willing to join up with the Heartbreakers, if we make them part of the Challenge?" "I don't know!" Shelly admitted. "What I do know, is that all of them are fully aware of how exclusive our club is, and all of them know that we do things nobody else is doing. And since we keep our mouths shut about what we do, all they can do is speculate, and that makes us even more mysterious and exclusive, than say the geeky math club or the computer club." "What makes you think that once you send Bethany that picture of you and your dad, she won't turn around and post it everywhere?" Heather, sounding frantic and desperate, shot out. "Maybe I don't want to take that chance!" Mindy looked back at her as if she was dumb. "When have any of the Fillies ever exposed us? And when have any of us exposed them?" "It could happen!" "No, it can't." Mindy replied. "That's not what we're about, and that's not what the Fillies are about either. This is about us against them, and about pushing the boundaries that other people are too scared to push. This is about winning The Game!" Mindy noticed that Shelly was studying her, but she ignored it. "Anyway, I guess we're down to two members now. So why don't you two get the fuck out of here so I can start making phone calls to the new recruits?" Haley angrily got to her feet. "I don't need you. I don't need any of you!" "Why are you still here?" Mindy menaced her with a condescending wave. "Ta-tah, toodle-doo, get the fuck out of here." "You think the world revolves around you, but I've got news for you; it doesn't!" Haley shouted, loud enough for the whole restaurant to hear. "You're all whores!" Shelly giggled at the outburst, as Haley turned and stormed away. Mindy turned her predator stare at Heather. "Why are you still here?" "I guess I'm staying." Heather said, lowering her head. "I don't think you belong with us anymore. I don't think you want to be part of this club anymore." Heather knew what this meant. She had to prove herself. As part of her Initiation, she was ordered to walk across campus naked, and she did it even though she got into serious trouble as a result. She guessed this would be as good a way as any to get back on Mindy's good side. Her shirt came off, her shoes came off, and her pants came off, and all were neatly piled on the table before the other two girls. Scant seconds later, her bra and panties were removed, and her sizable D cup breasts and meaty buttocks were on public display. She strutted down the aisle, but she didn't get very far before an outcry arose among the citizens, and shortly after that, the restaurant's employees were ushering all three girls out. The exhibition didn't stop there, as Heather stepped over to the sidewalk and began posing for traffic, resulting not in an outcry from the public, but in hearty honks and cries of approval. "I don't know why Heather's so shy about her body." Shelly mentioned to Mindy, as they took in the nude spectacle along with everyone else. "I'd totally fuck her." "She's not red carpet material, like we are." Mindy reasoned. "Says you. She's only a size sixteen. Marilyn Monroe was a size sixteen. Just look at those tits!" Mindy did. "I think I like yours better." "Would you like to suck them?" Shelly asked, feeling excitable again. "Maybe, for like ten seconds." Mindy shrugged. "Come on, let's get Heather off the street before she gets arrested. I guess she's still a Heartbreaker after all." Once Heather was again under wraps, Shelly made a total of two phone calls. The first was to a Wannabe who couldn't come out to pick them up, so she was dropped all the way down on their priority list. The second was to another Wannabe, a black girl named Rochelle, and she pretty much dropped whatever she was doing and hauled her ass over in her mother's car. In short time, the girls had driven out to Haley's to pick up the Audi, and Rochelle was further entrusted to deliver Heather back to her domicile. Shelly and Mindy boarded the Audi and went for a drive. "Was it easy?" Shelly asked. "Was what easy?" "Oh, come on! You know what I'm talking about!" Mindy shrugged. "The truth is, it was kind of disappointing. I mean, how can I look at my dad the same way, after finding out he's such a lousy lover. No wonder my mom would rather be out showing houses to strangers instead of staying home with him. But yeah, it was easy. All I had to do was to flash my ass at him a couple of times, and he wrapped himself around my little finger. I'm thinking about asking him for a new credit card now." Shelly giggled, as she pulled into the high school's parking lot, which was entirely empty. She drove around the lot a couple of times, until she finally parked in a remote corner that was as far away from the sidewalk, and from looming eyes, as she could get. "Why'd you decide to come here?" Mindy wondered. "Oh, no special reason." Shelly replied, although she was being coy. "You know, I don't think my dad is going to be as big a flake as yours. When he screws my mom, they go at it for hours, and I can hear them all the way to my room." "So hook me up with him." "I don't think so. I'm getting him first. Besides, I'd rather hook you up with me." Mindy glanced around their isolated parking spot. "Is that why you parked way out here?" "Yes. Would you get mad if I pulled up your shirt?" Mindy pulled up her own shirt, revealing her bare chest. "There. Are you impressed?" "Very." Shelly leaned over, locking her gaze onto her best friend's eyes, as if hoping to mesmerize her into sitting still. This time, Mindy didn't run away from her, and she allowed Shelly to kiss her and make out with her, and to feel her tits for a while. Mindy partially got into it, but either because it was her best friend, or because she was fooling around with another woman, she didn't feel the same sensuality as if she were fooling around with a man. "Do you want to do anything to me?" Shelly asked. "No, not really. I did earlier, but I guess this thing with my dad bummed me out. I don't want to end up with a guy like him, like my mom did. I don't want to be like my mom, either. They're both so... dysfunctional. I guess they're made for each other. Let's talk about something else, yeah? Are you, or are you not, going to put the moves on your dad?" "Oh, I am." "When?" "Tomorrow, if I get a chance." "That soon, huh? Good, then there will be two of us. I can't wait until I see the look on Bethany's face when we show her our pictures." Shelly looked about to say something, but instead she turned her car on. She mostly kept quiet, as Mindy went on to talk about Haley and Heather, and about whether or not they'd come through in the Challenge. Shelly was still thoughtful once she'd dropped her best friend off, as she wondered how she was to go about seducing her father. Sunday morning was Day Two. Accustomed as she was to the school schedule, Shelly woke up early and with the first rays of dawn. Her room was painted in a hunter's green, and adorning her walls were posters of several female tennis stars. Her bed was simple, full-size, and it had to be because her room was only ten feet by ten. This didn't bother her at all, as she spent most of her time elsewhere. What was on the agenda for today? Oh, yes, she thought, fucking my daddy. She swung her legs out and tilted her body up, and a moment later she was standing before her full-size, wooden frame, swivel mirror. She looked herself over, up and down, although her silky white pajamas concealed most of her curves. She had toned legs, shoulders and waist, C cup breasts, and a butt tight enough to crack walnuts. She gave her blonde hair a couple of brushes, before she went into the bathroom to seek out a cap full of mouthwash. After that, she went downstairs to gauge the situation in the house. The layout of the house was different than where Mindy lived. The upstairs consisted of two bedrooms and a playroom, which was used mostly for watching movies, and the downstairs contained the master bedroom, a guest room, and a sizable den for entertaining visitors. Her family had lived in the house for over ten years now, and as a child she'd often wondered why so many couples would come and visit her mom and dad and often spend the night, while she went to sleep upstairs. Later, she noticed that her parents would go out with other couples, while she was left behind with the babysitter. It wasn't until she was in her mid-teens that she began to suspect that her parents were married swingers. Her mom and dad were more liberal than other parents, she observed, as both would casually walk around the house while topless. Perhaps her subconscious had somehow picked up on this, and that would help explain why she always covered herself up with pajamas, even when it was a warm night. Her dad's name was Simon, and he was a man of many passions. He worked at an ad agency for mostly auto dealerships, but that was only a fraction of what he stood for. During his off time, he would take care of his body, or paint, or rent boats and take them all sailing, or find something new and fun for them to try out around town. Perhaps his British ancestry had something to do with it, as the man was highly opinionated and always enjoyed a lively debate. Her mother was Stephanie, and she was tall and beautiful and her graceful form largely explained where Shelly had gotten her figure. She worked wherever she wanted to: as a hostess at a nice restaurant, as a librarian, as a tele-communicator, and in various other diverse types of jobs. When she wasn't off at work, she was as creative as her husband, as she delved into pottery or poetry, and would sometimes pose nude for Simon's paintings, with other nude models or alone. Not your typically American family, she concluded, as she made her way down the stairs. She caught the aroma of fresh eggs and ham, scintillating her senses enough that she began to crave the breakfast that was coming to her. As she rounded the four-foot high wall that separated the kitchen from the rest of the house, she found only Stephanie. Her mother wore a soft teal gown with lacy edging, Shelly observed, and that, while loose, still managed to convey the sexiness of Stephanie's body. The mature woman was quietly swaying back and forth, to a jazzy tune playing from a stereo that sat in a corner of the counter. "Good morning, sunshine." Stephanie said, as she discovered Shelly stepping into the kitchen. "Don't sit down just yet. I want you to go and tell your father that breakfast is almost ready." I can do that, Shelly thought, as she did a quick about face and made her way toward the master bedroom. The room was down at the end of the hall, and the curtains were thick enough that hardly any light got through from the outside, so she had little doubt that Simon was still asleep. She gazed in, when she reached the doorway. There was her father, lying on his back and shirtless, and with his red pajama bottoms and a single sheet covering the rest of him. Simon was more muscular than most men, with his thicker arms and broad chest, but he wasn't what most people called muscle-bound. He looked like a British version of Adonis, with his blonde hair and blue eyes, and his shadow of a beard that only increased Shelly's lust for him. Not for the first time, she wondered what the lower half of his body was like, and if she were going to fulfill her part of the Challenge, she would undoubtedly be finding out very soon. I know one good way to wake him, she thought, as she bit her bottom lip and tiptoed over to his side of the bed. Like a soft shadow, she drew over him, carefully managing her weight, until she slowly lowered her body to rest on him. Quietly, she lay there, listening to his stuttered breathing as his form reacted to her presence. He was coming around, and she took a moment to caress a shoulder and stare at his strong chin. Finally, he expelled a breath and opened his eyes, and this is when Shelly rolled away from him, clear across the bed until she stood up on the other side. "Breakfast is almost ready." She said, right before she disappeared out the door. Simon sat up, and as the last of his slumber drifted away, he realized that it was his daughter, and not his wife, that had just woken him up. "Well, that was... interesting." He murmured, as he left the bed and went into the bathroom. A short time later, Simon strutted down the hall and to the kitchen. His wife and daughter were both sitting at the table and already eating, and the first thing he did was to point an accusing finger at Shelly. "You woke me up by lying on top of me." He said. "What?" Simon repeated his accusation. "I don't think so, dad." Shelly shook her head. "I nudged you on the shoulder and told you that breakfast was almost ready. You must have been dreaming about mom." "I am positive it was you." "And I'm positive that it wasn't. I've never done that before, have I?" Simon rubbed his head uncertainly, before he dropped the subject and sat before his plate. With his voracious appetite, he devoured his breakfast in record time, which was the reason why both women had started eating earlier than he had. "You're turn to do the dishes," Stephanie reminded him. "While I go and put the dirty clothes into the washer. Shelly, you'll be cleaning up the bathrooms today." Shelly groaned, because she hated that chore. "Can I have another cup of coffee first?" "Okay. Just don't put off your chores and later pretend you forgot about them." Stephanie warned her, before she turned the kitchen corner and was gone. Shelly made her way over to the coffee maker and poured herself a serving, right before she added all manner of sugar and creamer to sweeten the brew. "Don't drink too much of that stuff." Simon warned her. "It'll give you a nervous breakdown when you get to be my age." "Oh, you're not that old." She quipped. She watched him, as Simon went into a special routine when he washed dishes. He filled the sink up with tepid water, poured a specific amount of liquid soap in, and swirled the concoction around with a long-handled spoon. Afterward, he donned a pair of green plastic gloves and got down to business. Not until he was engrossed in his task did Shelly sneak up behind him. One of his mother's favorite ways to peeve the man off was to poke a finger in his butt while he was busy doing something, and Shelly parroted the movement perfectly. Simon jumped up by several inches, before he turned to scold her. "What is going on with you today? First you do the thing on the bed, and now this. Are you on drugs today?" "I'm not on drugs, dad, and even if I was, I wouldn't tell you." She made a goofy face. "I have to go and clean the bathrooms." She left the kitchen, and again, her father was gawking after her. The house had two and a half baths: a full bathroom in the master bedroom, another one up the stairs, and a toilet and shower by the door that led into the garage. After replacing her pajamas with a yellow spaghetti string top and a pair of blue shorts, she started on her errand, and she timed it so that she'd end up in the master bedroom just as her father finished washing the dishes. The bathroom was wide enough that they could have both been in there comfortably, but Shelly went out of her way to crowd the space between them. She rubbed her ass on his thighs as she shuffled about, she leaned over the counter to scrub it, bumping him aside, and she even stood in front of him and blocked his view when he was flossing his teeth. Simon kept his composure as long as he could, as he simply moved aside to give her room, but as he got more and more irritated, he would pause for longer periods of time and glare at his daughter, who was apparently oblivious to his rising temper. Finally, she poked a finger into his butt again and made him jump. "Okay, what is the problem here?" He demanded, as she turned her back and went to scrub the toilet. "I don't know what you're talking about." "I know you're up to something, so what is it?" "I swear; I don't know what you're talking about." Once she finished up, she gathered her little bucket of supplies and prepared to make her way upstairs, where she was going to repeat the chore in the next bathroom. Before she left, she paused behind her dad, and Simon, expecting another finger up his butt, paused to stare at her through the mirror. Instead of the usual prank, Shelly reached around his waist and patted his crotch, then left. Heartbreakers 1.03 This left Simon stunned and staring at his reflection. Never before had Shelly touched his crotch, and not only had she gotten near it, but she'd gone as far as to pat his cock through his pajamas. He never wore anything underneath, so he was certain she'd gotten a good feel of it. It disconcerted him enough that once he was done, he went into the garage, where the washer and dryer were, to discreetly tell his wife about it. Minutes later, Stephanie made an appearance in the upstairs bathroom. "Shelly, is there anything you want to talk about?" "No, not really. Why? What's going on?" "Your father told me that you're acting strange." "How?" His mother looked uncertain. "Well, he didn't say. He just said you were acting strange. I don't know what he meant by that, so I came to ask you." "Look, the only thing that happened is he wouldn't move out of my way when I was cleaning the bathroom, and so I had to push him. I didn't want to wait half an hour for him to finish flossing his teeth. I wanted to finish up and get out of there. What's the big deal?" Stephanie looked satisfied with the explanation, and she went back downstairs. Once Shelly finished with the chore, she went back into her room and checked her phone. There was a new message on it, from Mindy, and she checked it. PROGRESS REPORT, it said. WORKING ON IT STILL, she wrote back. Unfortunately, no new opportunity to continue her advances presented themselves for the rest of the day, and with some annoyance, she typed in another message late in the evening. NO GO, MAYBE TOMORROW, PICK YOU UP AT SEVEN. Heartbreakers 1.04 The next day was Monday, Day Three, and it was a tense day for many of the high school seniors. The rumor had gotten around that the Fillies and the Heartbreakers were at war, mostly because their sycophants were spreading such false gossip. The more simple-minded of the students, and the faculty as well, fully expected a physical confrontation to break out, but those that had an idea of what philosophies the two clubs followed knew the girls didn't work that way. Their battles, these people understood, were always mental. A fight did erupt, towards the end of the school day, but this took place between two sects of middle grade students. These were members of up and coming junior cliques, cliques that were echelons below those of the shakers and movers of which the Fillies and the Heartbreakers were part. Once the last bell rang, and while most students were piling out of classrooms and rushing to get away from the campus as quickly as possible, a few of the stragglers noticed that the two camps of the elite social clubs were forming up. The Heartbreakers and many of their followers were seen congregating on the cement bleachers that lined one side of the football field, while the Fillies and their flock gathered before the school auditorium. This was the fight that they'd been waiting for, many of these spectators assumed, and they clung tenaciously to the sidelines in the hopes that some clash would erupt between the two groups. When the Fillies started toward the football field, a swarm was quick to follow them. Indeed, it was an impressive sight, with twenty official and non-official Fillies, and perhaps a hundred more students following in their wake, all approaching a smaller, but equally defiant bunch of two official Heartbreakers, about ten Wannabes, and their affiliated entourage. "You can add three more hookers to our ranks." Shelly announced, having spotted Heather approaching from an opposite end of the field. Heather walked with two Wannabes, one being Rochelle, and a second shorter blonde whose name escaped Mindy, flanking her to either side. This is an interesting development, thought Mindy, as the Wannabes broke away from Heather and strode toward the bleachers with the other groupies, while Heather kept coming to them. Heather never walked around with Wannabes like that. The Fillies halted on the far side of the field, leaving only Bethany and her two lieutenants to come forward, while Mindy and her top two girls, Shelly and Heather, came with her. Haley, Mindy noticed, was nowhere to be seen. The two groups of three halted at the center of the field, facing each other and sizing each other up, not physically, but mentally. "I see you brought some of our cast-offs." Mindy initiated the meet, as she scanned the ranks of the Fillie Wannabes. "I see no new people want to join your club." Bethany returned. "Choose, left or right. Let's have a Queen to Queen talk." Mindy looked to the left end of the football field, where a good number of onlookers stood. The other end of the field, to her right, was empty of people. "This way." Mindy said, prompting both girls to further separate from their clans, and head off to confer among themselves. "What's up, bitch?" "You tell me, slut." Bethany replied. "Are you going through with the Challenge, or did you just agree to it to save face?" "Oh, we're doing it, but we're doing it in a way that's going to make you crawl back under your rock for good." The response was enough to shut Bethany's mouth for a few seconds, as her brain tried to deduce what Mindy and her cohorts were up to. "That's not the first time you've said that." "Do I sound like I'm kidding? You're coming in second place, bitch, and that's where you belong." Bethany halted and turned to face Mindy, allowing the cheerleader to give her nemesis the once-over. Bethany was much taller than Mindy at a height of 5'9" or 5'10", compared to Mindy's 5' 4". She had hair that was wavy and dark red, and that was the envy of many of the girls at school. After factoring in Bethany's natural beauty, one could easily compare her to a fashion model, and she had in fact already posed in a handful of photo-shoots, and not sleazy ones either. She had a perfect body too, with full C cup breasts and well-proportioned hips, but at the moment, her curves were concealed beneath a stylishly worn denim jacket and a white dress that flowed down nearly to her ankles. The images of tiny red roses were sprinkled all over her dress, Mindy noticed. "You want me, don't you?" Bethany asked. "I can see it in your eyes." "We were talking about the Challenge, weren't we?" Mindy countered. "I suppose." Bethany cocked her head slightly. "Something about me crawling under a rock. So show me your evidence." "All in good time. This is only Day Three, remember?" "You don't have anything." Bethany reasoned. "You don't think so?" Mindy hinted. "I've already got what I need. I'm only waiting for the rest of my girls to catch up with me." Thoughtfully, Bethany looked away. "This is early April. In a couple of months, all these mind games will be over. I'll have a career as a runway model, and your best days will be over. Your success as a cheerleader, and as a Heartbreaker, will be the most success you'll ever have." Mindy thought of her mother, and instantly she resented her adversary's words. "You're changing the subject again." "Am I? I hadn't noticed. I thought we were talking about your success against me, which is going to be meaningless one second after we graduate. Unless some college somewhere accepts you, and you find a new adversary to hate and create a new Heartbreakers club, your entire life is going to be meaningless." "I'm not living ten years in the future, I'm living in the here and now." Mindy shot back. "And in case you hadn't noticed, at this moment you need me just as much as I need you. What happens in the future doesn't matter today. Without me, you're life is meaningless right now." Bethany turned back to view the massive crowd that had come out to watch them spar. Only two women, Mindy and her, had caused all that. Nobody else in the entire school could make that happen like they could. "You're right." Bethany conceded. "Without the one, there can't be the other. We're connected right up until graduation day. So, I have to wait two weeks until I see how badly you've humbled me?" "That's right. You'll just have to learn to be patient until then." "I'm not known for my patience." Bethany smiled. "I'm known for my impulsiveness. But then again, so are you. Fine, you'll have your two weeks, just as we agreed." She motioned at the crowd they'd instigated. "What do you want to do about them?" "The usual; we tell them nothing. The Challenge goes on, in the same way it always does. The more mystery that surrounds us, the better it is for us." "Who walks back first this time?" Mindy had to think this over. Whoever walked back first would be seen as the loser in the eyes of the crowd, and she refused to be seen that way. A long time ago, Bethany and her had agreed to alternate. "You know, I can't remember who walked away first last time." "That's funny, because neither do I, and I didn't want to risk looking dumb by asking one of my girls. What do you want to do, flip a coin or something?" "I don't have a coin." Mindy frowned. "I'll tell you what. Your side is ahead of the Game right now, so I'll leave first. When the two weeks is over, you're the one that's going to be standing in my dust." "Are you that sure?" "You'd better believe it. It'll shut you down for the rest of the year." "We'll see about that, slut." "Oh, we will. You can count on it, bitch." With that, Mindy spun around and strolled back to the Heartbreakers. Upon reaching her two lieutenants, she asked them for a good place to reconvene. Shelly suggested the mall, and the word was soon passed along to their hangers-on. Only after Mindy and her collective started their retreat, did Bethany make her way to her own group, and like a general in charge of an army, she left the field in an opposing direction. "Amy." Heather said, as she sat down to a little cardboard tray full of chili cheese fries. "The other girl's name is Amy." "And what makes you think you can walk around with two Wannabes, whenever you feel like it?" Mindy was grilling her friend. "Well, you told me to." Heather defended her actions. "You said they were Resources, and so I'm using them." "As part of the Challenge?" "Well, yeah. I see how you and Shelly talk to people. I'm not as dumb as you think I am, okay. I can manage people, too. It's not that hard, once they think you're better than them." I am better than them, Mindy almost said, until she caught herself. She changed the subject. "Did either of you see Haley?" Shelly shook her head. "I did." Heather said. "She was over by the auditorium when the Fillies started getting together. I asked her if she was coming, but she didn't say anything. I know she was in the crowd that went to the field, but I don't think she stayed until the end." "She's going to tell Bethany what we're doing." Mindy assumed. "She's got to be mad because she's out of the club." "I think you should wait until the two weeks is over, before you sell Haley out." Heather protested. "You keep acting like we're all clones of you, but we're not. We have our own brains to make our own decisions, you know." "What happened to you?" Shelly wondered. "You're different now. You're like assertive all of a sudden. You weren't like this last week." "I weighed some things out in my mind, that's all." Heather explained. "I thought about what it means for me to be a Heartbreaker, and what it might mean if I wasn't one. I took off my clothes two days ago, in public, and I got to walk around naked for like half an hour, also in public, and I would have never been able to do that if I wasn't part of the club. I know I'm good looking, except when I stand next to the two of you, or next to Haley even. That's always bugged me before, but you know what, that's not going to be a big deal for me anymore. I don't want to be either one of you; I want to be me, and I can be a better me as part of the Heartbreakers, than not." "And you're going to do the Challenge?" Mindy asked. "My dad is as good as fucked." Heather resolved. Both Mindy and Shelly started laughing. "He won't know what hit him, trust me." Heather added. "I bet I can do him before Shelly does her dad, if I set it up right with my two Wannabes. You want to bet on it, bitch?" "Okay, I'll bet on it." Shelly agreed. "What's the payoff?" "I don't know." Heather shrugged her shoulders. "You think of something." "If I win, I get to take you home for the night." Shelly decided. "I've never slept with a woman before." "Mindy has." Heather looked to their leader. "Oh, really. This is news." "Well, it's not like you think." Mindy blushed. "But okay, fine, I did a little bit. I didn't like it as much as some people make it out that I did." "You little hooker." Heather teased, before she stretched her hand out toward Shelly. "Let's shake on it, with Mindy as our witness. If I win... I'll think of something later. Game on, bitch." "Game on, bitch." Shelly reached out and took the hand. GAME ON, BITCH. Shelly clicked her phone shut, just a few hours later. She was at home, and the time for her to go to sleep was drawing near. She wasn't planning on going to sleep right away, however. She was waiting instead, with her radio playing on low, and her attention trying to capture the sounds of the quiet house around her. Her mother must have gone to sleep by now, she decided, as she left the sanctity of her room and made her way to the head of the stairs. No sounds were coming from the master bedroom, she discerned, and this prompted her to creep halfway down the stairs. From here, she could look directly into her parents' bedroom. The lights were indeed off. This was a good sign, and she turned in the opposite direction, toward the kitchen. The lights were on at that end of the house, and she could hear her dad moving around. It was part of his nightly routine; he'd mix up a protein shake before heading to the garage where his weights and bench were. After a workout of maybe an hour, he'd take a shower and head off to bed. "Game on." She whispered, as she descended the remainder of the stairs. Casually, she walked into the kitchen. "Hey, dad." Simon was setting the last of the ingredients into the mixer, when he turned and glanced at her dubiously. "Did you take any drugs today?" "Maybe." She smiled, as she went to the fridge. She had a cold coffee drink in there, and she took it out and had a swallow of it. Simon gave her his back and turned the mixer on. He'd scramble the contents for precisely one minute, and he used his watch to keep time. This gave Shelly a chance to step up behind him, reach around his waist, and pat his crotch lightly. Her father's reaction was to reach out and halt the mixer, after which he turned to face her. "I don't understand why you're doing this. Do I have to go and wake your mother, so we can all sit down at the table here and figure out what's going on with you?" "Let's leave mom out of this." "What's that supposed to mean?" "Figure it out." She said, as she backed up against the counter. The last thing she wanted was for him to get loud, or angry. He stared at her, hard, for a long minute. "Why don't you go to bed?" "Okay." She replied. "One last thing, okay?" "And what's that?" "Just a quick kiss goodnight. Nothing else, I promise." Simon drew back, as his daughter quietly approached him. "Just a peck on the cheek, that's all." When she was close enough, she leaned forward as if she were really going to kiss him. Her hand swung out first, however, and settled directly over his crotch. His cock was starting to get hard, she noticed, and instead of pulling her hand away, she kept it there. Simon grasped her wrist, squeezing it and drawing it away from his body. Very, very quietly, he said, "If you keep looking for something, you're going to find it." He was strong enough that her wrist was starting to hurt, and again she hoped she wasn't pushing her father far enough for him to lose his temper. "You can let me go now." She whispered. "Go to bed, now." He threatened. "I don't want to see you again, tonight." "Okay, I'm leaving." He let her go, and this time, Shelly really left. Or at least, it looked like she did. She walked up the stairs to her room, listening as she heard the mixer start up again. When the noise stopped, she heard her dad moving around a little longer, before she saw the kitchen lights go off. He was making his way down the hall and into the garage, and it wasn't until she heard the garage door swing shut that she emerged again. Quietly, she made her way down the stairs, and through the hall. Already, she could hear his weights clanking around as he was setting them up, and even though her father could be a terror at times, she was emboldened enough to walk right up to the door and open it. "I thought I told you to go to bed." He said, when he saw her again. Shelly's pajamas were fairly loose. It took only a minor effort for her to slip her top up over her head, and a single nudge to drop her bottoms. One step later, and she was away from her clothes and standing fully naked before him. "Are you going to hurt me, if I get close to you?" She asked, timidly. He said nothing, but his eyes said volumes. Leaning on the side of caution, she made her way over to one of two couches her dad had set up in the garage. It was a big enough space, originally designed for two vehicles, and along with the pair of couches were an entertainment center and a TV, for when her dad's friends came around to watch a soccer game. (He was a Manchester guy.) On the far wall were the various drawers and cabinets where he kept his painting supplies. It was the perfect little man cave, she thought, and she felt as if she were trespassing into some sort of forbidden ground. She gently settled into the couch. "Why are you in here, and why did you take your clothes off?" Simon demanded. "Do you want to know the truth?" "I don't know. Why don't you let me think about it for a few minutes? Or maybe, yes, I would like the truth. If it'll get you back into your PJs and out of my garage, then yes, I'd like to hear the truth." "I want you to fuck me, right now." She revealed. "Just this one time, and nobody has to know about it." "It's that simple? I... do that, and you'll go back to normal and stop harassing me when your mother's not looking?" "Well, one more thing. I want a picture of you naked. So I can show my friends how hot you are." At this, Simon chuckled. "Your friends put you up to this? Is that it?" "I'm not leaving until you do it, dad." She resolved. This sobered the man up. "You know, I've never turned my back on a willing woman, in my entire life." "And you're going to start now? With me?" He opened his mouth, only to shut it right back up again. "Promise me that you'll go back to normal again, if I do this. No more fingers in my butt." She did. Simon stepped over to the garage door and locked it shut. He came back to stand before the couch, and after taking a good long look at his daughter, he grabbed the sides of his shirt and took it off. His shoulders and arms, and the rest of his muscles, were clearly defined from his constant toning exercises, and just as she remembered from that one day when she'd seen him step out of the shower. When he pulled off the rest of his clothes, however, she got a mild shock. His cock was much bigger than she recalled, and she wondered if the shower he'd taken that day might have been a really, really cold one. "Sometimes, when I watch you playing tennis, with your short skirts and your panties, I think to myself, some guy's going to be pretty lucky to get a piece of that." Simon admitted. "Never did I figure I was going to be that lucky guy. Let's see it, let's see the prize." She parted her legs, and revealed her innermost secret. "I've been wanting to paint you, in the nude and along with your mother. She's always said you were too young, but you're not too young any more I suppose." Simon climbed onto the couch with her, carefully keeping her legs apart and settling his body between them. "Let's see if you can make some room for Johnny." He said, as he pointed his large cock at her. It naturally curved to one side, she observed, as he started lowering his weight onto her. The first of it pushed into her, spreading her flower more than she was accustomed to, and there seemed to be more and more of it coming. She squirmed and squealed, and she had no choice but to grasp onto Simon's arms, as he pressured her worse than any man had before. "Wasn't that easy for your mother, either, until she got used to it." He commented, before he chuckled again. "No matter, we'll do what we can." Simon tried to work more of himself into her, but there didn't seem anywhere else for him to go. In the end, he pulled away and started prodding Shelly to her feet." "Let's try this from a different direction." He said, as he moved her over to the edge of the couch. "Here, bend over the armrest, and let us get a good look at your finest side." She did, exposing her ass to him as she had her pussy earlier. "Magnificent." Simon admired her, before he gave her a couple of sharp slaps. "Here we go again." He pressed into her, expanding her insides with his thick rod and provoking all manner of squeals from her opposite end. This time, he wasn't trying to force his entire length into her, and he started up a slow and steady motion that pleasured him more than it did her. Heartbreakers 1.04 "We have some room to work with now." He told her, as her insides adjusted to receive him and allowed him to hurry up his pace. "How's this, then? This what you bargained for?" Shelly didn't reply, as her mouth was full of moans. "You'll not be wanting to wake your mother up, unless you're ready to do some serious explaining." Simon warned, as he gripped the swells of her ass and worked her. "Girl, you're bringing me to the brink already, because I didn't expect you to be so tight. I thought you might have had a good size man before me, but apparently you haven't." Shelly shuddered, as her father's swollen rod rubbed along her insides in all directions, and produced hot electricity within her. This was the beginning of her climax, and it spread all over her and refused to fade, as Simon was persistently delivering his steamed message to her. In an unanticipated move, he pulled entirely out, then pummeled back in again, filling her eager void and expanding it even further. Finally, she was able to formulate words instead of moans or shrieks, as she said, "Do that again!" Simon complied, emptying her pussy for a moment, before shoving his cock into place again. He did this over and over, each time striking new and profound depths within her, and each time producing even more expulsions of carnal elation from his daughter's mouth. One last time, Simon made his exit, before he pushed her away from the armrest. "Back on the couch now." The oversized cock had given her nearly a non-stop orgasm, and he still wasn't finished yet. Shelly's back went on the cushions, while her legs went up in the air and were pressed against by Simon's chest and arms. The man found his mark again, and this time he was thrusting heavily, fiercely, penetrating deeper than before, and giving Shelly infinite degrees of ecstasy. Finally, he slowed down and trembled against her, as the heat between Shelly's legs turned into the molten fire of Simon's expulsion. He slowed his pace, still bucking back and forth to release everything he had, while keeping his hands clasped to Shelly's ankles. Even then, he held her in place until his cock wilted away on its own. Afterward, Simon leaned back on the opposite end of the couch, with Shelly's legs draped all the way up to his torso. Shelly had expected a good fuck, but she hadn't expected what turned out to be the best fuck of her life. Even now, she found her body going through mini-convulsions. "Well, that was the grand salami." Simon said. "Actually, that was only the preview. I hope you'll honor your word and keep your hands to yourself from now on, or else I'll give you the main feature next time. And not a word of this to your mother, either. She may very well be a modern woman, but even she isn't this modern." "I'm not going to tell her anything." Shelly said, as on wobbly legs, she rose to her feet and made her way over to the garage door. Once she was back in her pajamas again, she unlocked and cracked the door open. Her cell phone was lying on the carpet, just inside the doorway where she'd left it, and once it was in her hand she went back to the couch. Simon was still sprawled nude on the couch, noting her approach with the handheld device. "You have some very strange friends, dear, if they're putting you up to such nonsense. First you get me, your own father, to fuck you silly, and now you want to take a picture of me and make me some sort of spectacle for them. I tell you, the public school system has undergone some drastic changes since I was a boy." "Just be quiet for like three seconds, okay?" "Oh, so now you're the boss?" Simon crossed his arms, but nevertheless, he fell silent. Shelly snapped two shots, before she lowered her phone to consider the man before her. "Are we finished now?" He asked. "Can I get one more picture, with the two of us in it?" "What in bloody blazes for?" Simon balked. "The ones you've already taken are incriminating enough, and you still want more?" "Just one more, with the two of us." "Get it over with." The nude man relented. In this last shot, Simon sat on the couch with his arms crossed, while Shelly was positioned behind him and holding up the camera. While her father had a stern expression on his face, his daughter displayed a knowing smirk. True to her word, Shelly quietly made her way through the house and up the stairs, and finally ended up in her bedroom. She made a face when she saw the time on the digital clock, and typed in one last message before she went to sleep. SCORE. HEARTBREAKERS RULE, FILLIES DROOL. Heartbreakers 1.05 "Your dad has a giant cucumber on his lap." Mindy commented, as she scrolled through the pictures on Shelly's phone the next morning. "Tell me about it." Shelly commented, stopping to wait for a light. This was Tuesday, Day Four, and the girls were on their usual drive to school. To either side of the street, alumni glanced at the silver car, and at the two pretty blondes sitting in it. A lot of those students knew who they were. "That's when it wasn't hard anymore." Shelly added, just as the light turned green and she surged the car forward. "It was the size of a telephone pole when it was hard. "I don't think I want to fuck your dad anymore." Mindy said. "Neither do I. My mom can have him all to herself." Shelly drove into the school parking lot, frowning when she saw that all of the good spots up front were already taken. It was her fault, though, for having gotten up so late. She ended up having to park in the boonies. "You could have dropped me off at the front of the school, before you decided to park the fuck way out here." Mindy complained. "Look how far we have to walk now." "Kiss my ass!" Shelly shot back. "If I have to walk a half a mile to get to first period, so do you. I can barely walk as it is!" Just then, a familiar Honda pulled up behind them and started blasting its horn. Both Mindy and Shelly turned to look at it, spotting Heather leaning out the passenger window, and giving them double middle fingers. "You took our spot, you horny bitches!" Heather called out, before the Honda moved on and found its own place to park. "I guess Haley's back." Mindy commented, as the two unbuckled their belts and made their exit. "Did you see who was in the back seat?" "No, who was it?" "I don't know, I just know somebody was back there." The two Wannabes, Amy and Rochelle, were seen stepping out of the Honda, and tagging along with Haley and Heather. Heather pointed at Shelly. "You bitch! Tell me you didn't score before I did! I so hate you right now!" Since Mindy was still holding Shelly's phone, she passed it over so Heather could get a look at her pictures. "Now, that's what I call a dick." Heather commented, before she passed the phone to Haley. "Whoa." Haley said, before she gave the phone back. "I think I'm traumatized now." "So, how was it?" Heather prodded Shelly. "He looks like he had a good time." "It was painful." Shelly admitted. "I'm not doing it again." Mindy motioned at the two newcomers. "What's the story with them?" "They're with me." Heather said, proudly. "They're going to help me show my daddy a good time tonight. They're both up to speed and they can both be trusted, otherwise they wouldn't be here." "You told them about the Challenge?" Mindy asked. "I did, but trust me, they aren't going to say a thing about it because I've got the goods on both of them. They stand to lose just as much as any of us do, if the details of the Challenge ever get leaked. Isn't that right, girls?" Both Amy and Rochelle nodded back. "See?" Heather confirmed. Mindy didn't trust either of the newcomers, but at the moment, she was more concerned about their one and only renegade. "Haley, are you in?" "Maybe." "She is." Heather spoke up for her. "She just doesn't want people to know she is yet. It's a little personal for some of us, okay?" "We've got five minutes before first bell." Haley informed the bunch. "Let's take our walk." Mindy directed. They moved in a small troop, with Mindy and Shelly up front, Haley and Heather next, and the two newbies bringing up the rear. Anybody who was keeping track of the goings-on in the high-end social cliques noticed that there were now six Heartbreakers instead of four, and that was enough to keep tongues wagging throughout the entire school day. PREDATORS ON THE PROWL, BITCHES. TONIGHT'S SPECIAL: THREE FOR ONE DEAL. DON'T HATE, PARTICIPATE! Tom grimaced as he pulled up to the stop sign. The brakes were squealing again, and that meant he had to take his truck into the shop to get them checked. Maybe they'd last a little longer if his wife didn't always drive with one foot on the brake pedal and the other on the accelerator, effectively wearing the brakes out whenever the truck was in motion. Women, you can't live with them... and you can't live with them. Tom chuckled at his own goofy wit. He couldn't remember a time when he hadn't had been with Jenny. They'd been high school sweethearts, what was it, two decades ago? He'd married her right after they'd both graduated, and he'd been with her ever since. He couldn't believe how long she'd stuck with his sorry ass, even through his four years in the army. Of course, it hadn't all been roses and champagne. (Actually, there had never been much of that stuff at all. They'd just never had that kind of money lying around.) Through the many years they'd been together, they'd had their arguments, and their fights, and their brief separations, but at the end of the day, they always seemed to gravitate back toward one another like magnets. Somehow, their marriage even survived the one time when he caught Jenny screwing around with her old boss. Maybe he was too comfortable with her. Well, he was, no doubt about it. Jenny could probably cheat on him again, and sure he'd have a fit over it at first, but he knew that deep down inside he'd eventually forgive her. He was a modern day dinosaur, a one-woman man. Not him, though. He'd never cheat on her. A couple of times he'd been angry enough with Jenny to drive out to a strip bar and ogle the ladies, and drop half his wallet into their thongs as a result. One time he even went out with a woman from an old job, and she might have wanted to fool around with him, at least she was flirting with him enough. But no, after comparing what he had at home to what he had sitting next to him, he opted for the former. Surely, Jenny deserved better than him. After thirty-eight years of being on Earth, the best he was doing was to hold a position as a warehouse manager for a grocery chain. He oversaw bulk product coming in, was responsible for its packaging and distribution all over the city, and he made sure his work crew was always on the ball. He wasn't above getting his hands dirty, as he occasionally jumped in and helped stock pallets and roll them into trucks, and that, more or less, helped him stay in decent shape. Still, times were tough, and the only thing they could count on was more and more bills, That's why Jenny ended up having to work nights, as a cocktail waitress at the local casino no less. He cringed at the thought of Jenny waltzing around in her skimpy server outfit, where every jerk in the world could stare at her ass, and maybe even cop a feel every once in a while. Sometimes, he wondered if Jenny would let a man touch her this way, if she thought she might get a bigger tip from him. Tom shook his head to drive such thoughts away, and he focused his attention on the road ahead of him. He'd just dropped his wife off at her job, and now he was cruising down his block and nearing home. He was hoping to get a few hours of sleep before Jenny got out, and he knew he had plenty of time for that, as she was scheduled for the 9 to 5 overnight shift. As he maneuvered his truck onto his driveway, he noticed that the lights were on in the living room, and even from where he sat he could hear the steady thump of club music. He checked his watch. It was past nine now, and it was a school night, so whoever had the stereo turned on was about to be booted off to bed. He strolled across the yard and toward the front door, noting that with the single exception of his house, the rest of the neighborhood looked to already be asleep. His house had both a security door and a regular door, and while he unlocked the first, he observed various forms in the living room dancing around through the crack in the second. Tom was mildly surprised, when he discovered his daughter Heather, and two other girls, gyrating their hips and swaying around in the living room. One was dressed like a schoolgirl, with a white, long-sleeve shirt and a red and black plaid skirt. She was blonde, and he had to admit she was very pretty, but her pigtails made her look as if she was all of ten years old. The next girl was a black girl, very tall and lithe, and she looked just as inviting in what looked to be a basketball uniform. Finally, and most disturbing of all, was his Heather, who was wearing a tight blouse that showed off way too much cleavage, it gripped her full breasts like a second layer of skin, and a pair of denim shorts so form-fitting that he wondered how she'd squeezed her big butt into them. Next, he noticed several open beer cans sitting carelessly on the lamp stand, and he added this revelation to the growing list of infractions he was about to point out to his daughter. Tom took a single step toward the loud stereo, intending to shut it off, only to see Heather swoop in front of him and cut him off. In an unexpectedly bold move, she actually brushed him back, mainly with her boobs, before she swung her arms around his back and snared him. "Hi, daddy!" She announced, bringing her face close to his. Her intimate welcome was followed by a deliberate heavy breath, a breath that reeked of alcohol, and besides that, her eye make-up and lipstick made her look like a little hussy. "Where did you get the beer?" He said, evenly. "You'd better not get mad." She embraced him even tighter. "We're just having a good time here. And you'd better not embarrass me in front of my friends, either." Tom looked past her, at the two other teenage dancers, but he had no idea who they were. They weren't even paying attention to them, as they were dancing with each other. He addressed Heather again, but in a low voice. "First of all, you shouldn't be drinking. Second, you have to turn off that music and ask your friends to leave, because it's only Tuesday and you have school tomorrow." "Dad, you're always telling me what to do, but you might be forgetting that I'm eighteen now." Heather replied. "I can go and do this at somebody else's house, but I'd rather do this here so, you know, you can watch over me. You don't want me drinking beer at somebody else's house, do you?" "You're not supposed to be drinking at all." Tom answered, and by now, he was starting to get unnerved at his daughter. Not only was Heather still hugging him tightly, but she was beaming her pretty smile at him, and he was starting to have trouble keeping his eyes away from her tits. He started pulling away from her, but she kept her tight hold on him. "You should tell your friends to go. It's as school night. Where's your brother, anyway?" "You see that hot blonde? That's Amy. Kevin's staying at her house tonight. It turns out that she has a little brother, too, and he's got the same video game console that Kevin does, so Kevin was happy to go over there. I took care of everything, dad, just so I could have this little party with my friends." "Does your mother know about this?" Heather giggled. "No! Are you kidding, she won't even let me stay out past ten on school nights. That's why my friends are here; they're spending the night with me." A look of frustration swept across Tom's face. "Don't you dare tell me that you never broke a rule when you were a teenager." Heather admonished him. He sighed. "All right. Fine. Have your little party, but at least turn the music down a little bit. Everybody else on the block is asleep. And no more beer." "Okay." Heather agreed. "We can do that. Now, go take your shower like you always do, and go to bed." "Are you giving me orders now?" Tom asker her, surprised. "I don't think so." "Well, if you don't want to go to sleep, you can always hang out and watch my friends dance." She said, finally loosening her hold on him. "What makes you think I want to watch a bunch of little girls dancing?" "We're not so little, dad. Now go take your shower. You smell like ass." Tom laughed. Thanks to running around so much, he hadn't had a chance to take a shower yet. He probably did smell like ass. And not even thirty minutes after his wife was off at work, here was Heather taking over the house. "All right. I'll go take a shower." As Heather moved off and joined the other two dancers, Tom slipped out of the living room and down the hall. His cock was aroused and pressing against the front of his pants, and while he kept telling himself that it was because of the two cute girls Heather had brought into the house, the reality of it was that Heather's breasts had looked too damned enticing in that tight blouse of hers. He'd have to mention it to Jenny later, to make sure that Heather didn't head off to school wearing something like that. He went into his bedroom long enough to grab a shirt, some boxers and a pair of shorts, before he went into the bathroom. As he showered, he thought back to his own high school days, when he was still checking out girls and before he'd been introduced to his future wife. He recalled how his buddies and him would rate the girls on a scale of ten. What would those two beauties in the living room rate, he wondered. The blonde, Amy, was a visual knockout. She didn't have large breasts, but she was pretty as can be, and Tom found himself admiring her petite frame despite her schoolgirl attire. That was an 8, or maybe even a 9. He didn't even catch the black girl's name, but that didn't keep him from judging her body. She was taller than he was, with a lean, athletic build, but he hadn't been able to tell much past that as her basketball uniform was cut a little on the loose side. She had a good pair of tits on her, but from what he knew about black women, sometimes their tits were much bigger than they looked while they were covered up with clothing. And so many black women had those big, beautifully round butts. What was she, a 7? No, that was being too harsh. At least an 8. Undoubtedly, his old high school chums would say Heather was a 10. She had plenty of T and A to spare, and... He caught himself before he went any further. No way he was going to rate his own daughter. His cock, he noticed, looked like a missile that was ready to launch. He imagined getting out of the shower, and heading back into the living room to ask his daughter a very titillating question. "Can I borrow your little blonde friend for a few minutes? I'd like to, uh, talk to her in my bedroom for a few minutes. Well, actually, maybe for a couple of hours." Wait, he thought. He'd never slept with a black woman. He wondered what her butt looked like, underneath those shorts. Maybe he'd opt for that one instead. "Look at me." Tom grinned. "Here I am, nearing forty and already thinking about young women like an old pervert. High school girls, even." His grin faded away, as he remembered his unspectacular lot in life. "Who am I kidding? They wouldn't want anything to do with me, anyway." What was the saying? Once you hit forty, forget about it. The bar scene is over for you, buster. Well, he could still stroke himself off, he decided, as he put his hand on his still hard cock. He gave himself a couple of strokes, in his mind alternating between the blonde girl and the black girl, until he finally centered his fantasies on the basketball player. With a sudden start, he heard the bathroom door being opened, and half a second later, shutting back up again. "I'm in here!" He called out automatically, as he did at any other time this happened. Crap, he thought. Better finish up with the shower and get out, in case somebody wants to use the crapper, and especially with three women drinking beer in the living room. Boy, would his wife be mad if she found out what was going on. He twisted the shower knob to stem the flow of water, and after peeking around the edge of the shower curtain to make sure the door was indeed shut, he got out and started toweling himself off. On the floor, he spotted a pair of red panties that one of the girls must have dropped when the door opened. It was the tiniest underwear he had ever seen. It looked like a large red rubber band. What the fuck do I do with this, he wondered. He wasn't going to pick it up, but he wasn't going to leave it there on the bathroom floor, either. A couple of hard raps on the door startled him. "Hey, Mr. Tom, can I have my panties back?" He heard from the other side of the door. "Just a second." Tom replied, as he was still standing there naked. In a flash, he donned his clothes and straightened up his hair. When he finally cracked the door open, he discovered Amy standing just outside. "Would you mind telling me how your panties ended up here on the floor?" Tom asked. "Oh, I was going to try on a pair of Heather's, but Rochelle decided she was going to be funny and she ran off with them. Can I have them back?" Absently, Tom reached down and picked them up. It wasn't until he was holding them at arm's length that he realized those panties were previously wrapped around the cute blonde's butt. "Thanks, Mr. Tom." Amy said, right before she retrieved them and strode back down the hall. Whew, that little girl is hot, Tom thought, as he expelled a quick breath. And she's trying on panties in Heather's room? How I'd like to be a fly on that wall right now. He shook his head. Focus on something beside high school girls, he scolded himself, as he stepped out of the bathroom. That's when he noticed that the door to Heather's room was wide open, and the light was off. No way, he thought, no fucking way was Amy trying on panties in the living room. He felt his pulse quicken, as he thought of heading over there, with the high hopes of catching a peep of something. Even a glimpse of the blonde's thighs would be enough to send him into the clouds. Nope, he stopped himself. I've gotta go to bed and catch a couple of Zs, and get up early in the morning to pick up Jenny. He frowned, however, at the music still blaring from the stereo. The girls hadn't turned it down yet, and that meant he would have to go into the living room after all. Once there, Tom saw what looked to be every single one of Heather's panties on the lamp stand, and Heather and Rochelle were both looking at Amy, who was going through the pile as if she was thinking about trying half of them on. "What's going on?" Tom asked, acting dumb. "Just girl stuff." Heather answered. "You forgot to turn the stereo down." "Oh, I guess I did!" Heather went to do this, but she didn't turn it down by much. Tom frowned. It was still too loud for him to get to sleep, although just thinking about the two hot teens in his living room was probably going to keep him up anyway. He turned to head back to his bedroom. "Hey, dad, we need your opinion on something." Heather came over and snagged his arm. She led him over to the center of the couch and prodded him to sit down. "Okay, but it has to be quick, because I'm heading off to bed soon." Heather motioned to Amy, who held up two pairs of panties. "The white one, or the pink one?" The girl with the pigtails asked, very sweetly. Tom looked to his daughter uncertainly. "Just pick one. What color do you like best?" Tom noticed that Rochelle was taking a long swig on a can of beer, and he was about to say something about it, except Amy cut him off. "Well, which one?" "Uh, the pink one." Tom said. As he watched, Amy slipped the panties under her feet and slid them up her slender legs. She tugged at the edges until the panties were nice and snug around her, before she stepped up in front of the couch and pulled her skirt up. She did a complete turn in showing off the underwear to him. Amy looked at her peers. "What do you think?" Heartbreakers 1.05 Heather gave her a thumbs-up, while Rochelle did the opposite. "What do you think, Mr. Tom?" Amy asked him. Tom had been in a hurry to get to bed, but not anymore. If Amy was willing to try on panties in front of him, he was not about to vacate the couch anytime soon. "I think they look great on you." He said. "No." Rochelle shook her head. "Try another color." As Amy went back to sort through the pile, Rochelle decided to take a seat right next to Tom. Her arm and thigh were pressing against his, and further, she leaned her head back against his shoulder. "Watch out, dad, I think she's drunk." Heather warned. "I'm not drunk, I'm happy." Rochelle replied. "But I am a little uncomfortable." With that, she lifted Tom's arm and settled it around her shoulders, after which she nuzzled up against him again. "That's better." She said. Amy came back with panties in both hands. One pair was white with red stripes, while the other was black, and looked to be a thong. "Which one, Mr. Tom?" "Do you want my honest opinion? The white pair you left on the lamp stand." "Okay." Amy went back to the pile. That's when it hit Tom, that those were all Heather's panties. The image of his daughter in a black thong popped into his head, but before it was stamped into his brain forever, he quickly pushed it away. He watched Amy, as she shucked off the pink pair, and replaced it with the white pair. These were of soft cotton, and Tom's favorite style. At least, they were his favorite style when his wife was wearing them. Again, Amy strode up in front of him and raised her skirt to show them off. This time, Tom had the added thrill of watching her tug the back of the panties between her butt-cheeks. His cock had already been hard, but now, it was throbbing to be let loose. Tom took a long breath to steady himself. His cock didn't care that he'd been faithful for going on twenty years now, nor did it care that the petite blonde had her hair in pigtails and looked like she belonged on a playground. His cock saw something it wanted, and it was ready to get in there! "I think you're happy, too." Rochelle teased him, by speaking directly into his ear. Although he was reluctant to tear his eyes away from Amy, Tom looked at the black girl sitting beside him. Her voice had been sultry and sensuous to his ear, and her eyes were only a couple of inches away from his. Her lips were thick and sexy, and her mouth was half open, as if she was about to kiss him. She was still in high school, his brain said, although the rest of his body said: So what! Rochelle's hand traveled across his thigh, and ended up right over his covered and rigid member. Tom's immediate reaction was a hope that Heather hadn't realized what Rochelle had done, but when his eyes met his daughter's, he knew he was busted. Instead of incriminating him, Heather simply said, "I told you she was drunk." Rochelle smiled. "Do you think I'm drunk, Mr. Tom?" She brought her head in closer, to where he caught the sweet scent of her body, and her hair. He was this close to putting his lips on hers. "Rochelle, you need to stop." Amy chastised her. "Mr. Tom has to tell me if he likes these panties or not." Much to Tom's dismay, Rochelle pulled back. Not by a lot, mind you, but just enough to break the spell he was under. Amy came right up to him, her legs brushing against his, and still holding her skirt up to show off her lower half. "What do you think, Mr. Tom?" "I think you look great in those." He admitted. "Do you think I'd look just as great if I took them off in front of you?" It was all too much for him, Tom thought. He was on some sort of erotic rollercoaster, and this was one ride he did not want to get off from, even if his lackluster marriage was at stake. You've never done this before, Tom thought to himself, and you may never, ever get the chance to do it again. He looked around the room, thankful that Heather was nowhere to be seen now, and fervently, he hoped she'd gone into her room and would stay there for a while. A very long while. "Mr. Tom?" Amy focused his attention on her. "I guess you'd have to take them off..." Tom sucked in a ragged breath. "So I can make a good comparison." "Okay, but you'll have to help me." Amy answered. "Go ahead and pull off my panties." Tom merely had to stretch an arm out to reach Amy. His fingers curled around that enticing elastic band, and he tugged it down, revealing perhaps an inch or two of forbidden flesh. This was going to take some time, Tom realized, and he was going to enjoy every second of it. Rochelle, he noticed, was still rubbing the front of his shorts, but he didn't want that to stop, either. Two hot teenagers, he thought. Two hot teenagers, and they were hot for him! He reached over to the opposite side of Amy's waist, and he tugged at the panties again. Even more flesh was exposed. He pulled at the middle, then at one end, then at the other, and each time he did this, his cock threatened to burst. Amy was staring at him, her face flushed, and her breaths making short, steady exits. He could only wonder at how much he was turning her on. She purred, as Tom drew the panties down, catching a glimpse of a glorious blonde landing strip. And boy, he was ready to make a landing in there! She shrugged to one side, slowly, gently, and gave Tom her back. The top of her butt-crack was visible, and all it would take was one steady tug to bring her panties down far enough to expose her entire ass. Tom reached out for her. The back of his hand grazed her soft cheeks, as his fingers tightened around that seductive waistband. Down went the panties, and revealed to his eyes was the tight, warm flesh of one of the most perfect rumps he had ever seen. He pulled on both sides, until those precious white panties were wound up at the top of Amy's angelic thighs. Tom was an awed explorer, and he half-expected the beautiful vision to vanish before his eyes like some desert mirage, as his fingers gently pressed against one of those sweet slopes. He trembled inside, when he found the flesh to be real, and his entire hand slid up and down to encompass it, before sliding over to do the same on its twin. Apparently, Rochelle had enough of the foreplay, as her hand went on an exploration of its own. The hand crawled under Tom's shorts, and under his boxers, before it found and encircled his ready cock. She squeezed it, and his cock replied to her motion by quivering in her soft grip. Rochelle brought her mouth up close to his ear again. "Mr. Tom, if you could choose one of us to suck your dick, who would it be?" Oh, what a question, Tom thought. He took a deep breath, wishing Heather would under no circumstances return to the living room, as he considered his two extremely erotic options. To his side, he had Rochelle, who was dark and exotic, and whose lips he was already craving. In front of him, he had Amy, whose ass was already in his hand, and whom he had rated as slightly higher on the beauty scale earlier. "Amy." Tom whispered. "You'd better have picked me." Amy said, as she finished removing her panties. She did a model's turn, while holding her skirt up. "Look, I'm naked!" She declared, before she turned to Tom. "Let's get you naked, too!" Tom raised his hips from the couch, sorry to see that Rochelle had let go of his cock, but eagerly anticipating the mouth that would soon replace that hand. His shorts and boxers were tossed aside. When Rochelle started pulling on his shirt, he took that off as well. Amy was hopping up and down on her toes, and the moment she got the chance, she dropped down on her knees and crawled in between his legs. As Tom watched, she pulled his shaft up and toward his middle, while her mouth went after his balls. Her lips and tongue caressed him, fondled him, before they lashed out to his thighs, and he found himself squirming and moaning at her efforts. Then she slid her tongue along the shaft, from the balls up to the tip, one, then two times, as if she were licking a long lollipop. Tom was ready for her mouth, ready to watch those pigtails bounce up and down as Amy went to work on his cock. She was so close, so close, as she set her tongue against the tip of his cock, and kept it from lolling back toward her. Abruptly, she backed off and got to her feet, leaving him in more want than he'd ever felt in his life. Rochelle left the couch right after. Once she was upright, she turned around and said, "So, if you could choose only one of us to fuck tonight, who would it be?" At this point, Tom didn't care. He was craving that blowjob, and it had been stolen away from him! He was aroused enough that he would have planted himself into either one of the girls by then! Before he could even answer, he saw Heather stepping back into the room. His first thought was that she would be seeing him completely naked, but when he looked into her face, he saw things there that he had never expected to see. Her face was even more flushed than Amy's, and she was not looking at him in a way that a daughter should be looking at her father. "Here's the deal." Heather said. "If you want one of them, you have to go through me first. And I mean you have to convince me that you really, really want them, or else it isn't going to happen." "What?" Tom asked, disbelieving his own ears. Heather had stepped around the couch, and was still coming toward him. Still wearing her revealing white blouse and denim shorts, she began to straddle her father's thighs, although she was careful not to mash his fully erect and still deliriously wanting member. "Heather, what are you doing?" He asked. "If you're going to fuck anybody tonight, it's going to be me, and only me, and we're going to do it all night long." He shuddered, as Heather moved toward him on her knees, and brought those massive globes of her breasts closer to his face. He'd been able to avoid them earlier, but even as he leaned his head back to try and avoid them, Heather pressed closer. She pulled at the neckline of her blouse, enough that both of her breasts came free, and it was the bare swells that were soon grazing along the sides of his face. To further weaken him, she pressed her breasts together, crowding his vision with flesh, and directing one hardened, puffy nipple right at his mouth. Her breasts were huge, Tom thought, and much larger than his wife's had ever been. When that nipple glanced over his lips, when it poked into his mouth, anything that he might have said or felt, anything and everything against the idea of fooling around with his own daughter dissipated into this new heat that had arrived with her. You simply cannot shove your big tits into the face of a man who loves exactly that, and expect to come away clean. Tom opened his mouth wide, and sucked in as much of that supple flesh as he could, and he started licking and nibbling along the nipple, and the soft ring of bumps that surrounded it. His hands were as enthusiastic as his mouth, as they groped and mashed, and lifted and squeezed. It was a tussle at first, but it quickly matured into a battle, and then into a war, as his mouth and tongue did all they could to tame those beauties. He was delirious with his daughter's gifts, so much that it took several minutes before he even registered what she'd said. She was expecting more than just a tongue lashing on her two forward assets, much more, and after having been teased by her two accomplices, Tom was finding himself hard pressed not to give it to her. And there was much, much more of her to play with. His probing hands found her waist, thick and pleasing, before they skimmed onto the vast stretch of denim. His fingers perched on two great, round curves, grabbing at them without mercy, even as his hard cock demanded that a harsh introduction be made between them. Prodded by a sudden surge of inner fire, Tom shoved his daughter to one side and onto the couch. He made to move on top of her, only to be pushed back with the result that both of them rolled onto the floor. He ended up on his back, while she mounted his waist. Heather was breathing as raggedly as he was, he noticed, and she looked just as ready to devour him, as he wanted to do to her. She yanked at her blouse hard enough that he heard it tear, right before she tilted her juicy frame forward and attempted to smother him with her breasts again. He was enamored with them, and pacified by them. He suckled them, and he swallowed portions of them, and his hands made as if to capture the rest, but there was always more flesh that escaped his grasp, more flesh that he could not dominate. He thought of her ass, lifted high in the air as it was, and his hands were ready to run their course all over it, except for the small matter of her shorts that were barring his way. His fingers jerked at the strong denim, jolting her attention to her shorts, and this prompted her to stand and get them quickly out of the way. Heather stared down at her naked father, as Tom stared up at his naked daughter. Their eyes scanned each other's bodies, and there was no hesitation, no guilt in either of them. There was only lust, mountains and mountains of it. She lowered herself onto one knee, as her hand reached down and wrapped itself around his cock. She stroked it, softly, once, before she gripped it tight and pointed it at her expectant flower. Tremors threatened to overtake her, once Heather's body swallowed up his entire length. She stayed still for several moments, letting the sensations sweep through her, even as her ecstatic father gripped her meaty thighs. Tom's cock reported that it had found a friendly and snug place inside of his daughter, and that this little cave was warm and wet and an inviting place to visit. "Oh, daddy!" Heather cried out, as she made the first of her movements while he was embedded within her. "Oh, you feel so good, daddy!" She was rewarded by his groans, and this prompted her to attempt to subdue that thing that had invaded the sweet, inner sanctum between her legs. With growing zeal, she bucked and writhed, leaning back at first and gripping Tom's legs, then leaning forward when her breasts decided that they wanted his attention again. "Daddy, daddy, daddy!" Her words gushed out in a hot torrent, cascading down like little blessings onto her lover's face. Her body tumbled down into the abyss of pleasure first, and this left her shaking and shrieking, and the worst of it for Tom was that her breasts soon stopped bouncing about. He pushed her off, wrestling her onto her back, before he spread her legs and punctured her most intimate of her flesh. His arms were stretched out to either side of her, and his thrusts were rampant and deep, enough to cause her breasts to bound back and forth like runaway softballs, and her next orgasm eclipsed the first. "Daddy, yes, daddy, yes!" Heather exclaimed, the words laden with pleasure, and nearly enough to provoke her father's own happy ending. Through the strength of his will, he kept himself at bay, until the last possible moment, before he withdrew his cock from its new friend. This time, it was Tom's turn to mount Heather, and he did so high on her waist. He entwined her hands into his, and he used both pairs to mash together those two soft mountains, while his cock lay buried in their valley. The fuck resumed, but it was destined to fall short of the others, as Tom could only hold back for so long, before he became overwhelmed and spilled away his hot essence. Ejaculate shot out, leaving pearly-white cum on chest and throat, even as Heather panted and groaned at the abuse she'd undergone. Tom's energy waned. He left his mount, settling down on the floor beside the couch, and he examined the nude body of a young woman he never dreamed would offer herself to him. "Daddy, that was awesome." Heather complimented him, as she sat up. "I mean really awesome." She wiped away at the streaks of jizz now sliding down her chest, but ended up only smearing it. After glancing around, she saw Amy leaning back against a wall, and watching the two of them intently. "Hey, bitch, why don't you get me some paper towels or something?" Heather scolded. Amy went off into the kitchen, and came back a few moments later with a box of tissues. She tossed it on the floor. This caused Heather to roll around and rise up on her hands and knees to reach it. Tom was further treated to a view of Heather's wide and shapely ass, and a part of him stirred for an erotic sequel. When Heather noticed what he was staring at, she wiggled her butt and further enticed him. "You want some more, daddy, because I'll give it to you. I'll give it to you anytime you want." It was inevitable, Tom decided. After that, Heather sat up and started wiping herself off. To Amy, she asked, "Where's the other bitch?" "She fell asleep." Amy replied. "We are up past our bedtimes, you know." "So you go to sleep, too." Amy motioned at the naked man sitting on the floor. "Will you get mad, if I play with your new toy?" "No." Heather answered. "Go for it." She hauled herself up to her feet. "Where's my phone?" "Right here." Amy had it with her. In a lower voice, Heather asked, "Did you snap a couple?" Amy nodded. "Give it to me." Heather held her hand out. Once the device was in her hand, she took a stroll down the hall. After watching Heather's retreat, Amy went over and took a seat on the couch. She leaned back on it and spread her legs wide. Her pink folds were in full bloom. Tom watched as the pretty blonde began playing with herself. "I'm ready when you are." She flirted. Tom scooted closer to her, wishing he wasn't as spent as he was. No telling when he'd have as much fun again, as he was having tonight. Still, there were other things he could do, to help pass the time until he was ready. Down the hall, Heather scrutinized the pictures Amy had taken. She found not one or two, but over a dozen of them. She smirked, as she came to one that showed her as a fuzzy figure, because she'd been in motion, and her tits had been flying all over the place. Next, she went into the message function, and found that she had to stifle a yawn as she started typing in letters. "That was a really good fuck." She told herself, as she sent the message off. It read: SCORE. FILLIES BEND OVER, HEARTBREAKERS TAKE OVER. HEY, HEY, HEY, HALEY. WHAT'S UP, BITCH? YOU GONNA TAKE ONE FOR THE TEAM, OR YOU GONNA BRING US ALL DOWN? Heartbreakers 1.06 Wednesday, Day Five. No less than six Heartbreakers, all of them official Heartbreakers, sat at the designated cement bench during lunch period the next day. "I thought I'd feel better today, but no." Shelly complained. "I think I feel even worse. I feel like somebody can drive a truck through my pussy." Several of the others giggled. "Well, it's your fault for taking on Mr. Dick." Heather, who looked as if she hadn't slept a wink the previous night, told her. She'd already downed an energy drink for breakfast, and she was having a second one for lunch. "Bitch, how was I supposed to know my dad is Mr. Dick?" Shelly snapped back. "I thought my mom was just extra loud during sex. I'm telling all of you right now, if we ever do something like this again, one of you is getting my dad, not me." Five cell phones were making the rounds between them, as The Six took turns gazing at the erotic pictures they contained. Mindy had just finished looking at pictures of Heather fucking her dad, and was now taking in a couple of shots from Rochelle's phone. In one, the pretty black girl was simply sitting on the couch with Heather's dad, and looking coquettish, while Tom had his arm around her shoulders. In the others, Rochelle clearly had her hand either on, or inside, of Tom's shorts. The angle was a little off, but that was because Heather had taken those pictures while keeping hidden. Mindy passed Rochelle's phone on to Haley, as Shelly in turn gave the next phone to her. This would be Amy's phone, and the scenes it had captured were of Tom eating Amy out, and later fucking her on the couch. Mindy glanced over at Amy, who was wearing dark sunglasses and nodding off occasionally. Apparently, Amy hadn't gotten much sleep, either. "You know what I did this morning, after Haley dropped me off at my house?" Rochelle intimated. "I walked in on my dad while he was brushing his teeth and getting ready for work, and I pulled on his boxers, and I straight looked at his dick. He did not say a word, not one word. I might need some help from one of you, but I'm going all the way with him, just so I can be on the same level with the rest of you. Who's going to back me up?" "I'll do it." Heather volunteered. "You helped me with my dad, so it's only fair that I return the favor. Besides, I've never had a black guy before." "I'll do it, too." Amy said, albeit much more weakly. "Not tonight, though. I need to get some sleep." Mindy was perturbed because the conversation wasn't revolving around her. Amy, Heather and Shelly all looked tore up, but Rochelle didn't look the worse for wear at all, except for a minor hangover. "Well, I'm sorry, but I'm not fucking my dad." Amy admitted, a moment later. "He's just not good looking, and he's fat. My brother, maybe. I've caught him watching me undress a couple of times." "You've done enough." Mindy appeased her. "As a matter of fact, you and Rochelle can leak some Disinfo to the Fillies, about your participation in the Challenge, but not about what you actually did. It'll throw Bethany off if she thinks all we're trying to do is what her Bitches have already done. You can't say word one about what we're really up to." "Check and confirmed." Amy gave Mindy a lazy, mock military salute. Rochelle repeated the gesture, before she smiled salaciously at Heather. "You coming over tonight?" "I'm in." Heather agreed. "I might fall asleep in the middle of the operation, though." Mindy noticed that Haley had parked all five phones in front of her. She had them flipped open, and was going from one to the other and looking at the pictures they stored. The only phone not in the bunch was hers. Also, Haley had been pretty quiet all day. "Hey, bitch, what are you doing?" Mindy asked. "What do you think I'm doing? I'm motivating myself." "It's not rocket science." Mindy elaborated. "You put a tight pussy in front of any hot-blooded man, and he's going to want to fuck it. All that BS about dad and daughter incest go right out the window. You're looking at all sorts of empirical proof right in front of you." "You don't understand. My dad is an intellectual. And he's ultra-weird on top of that." "So are you." Mindy pointed out. "You're smarter than anybody else at this school. Figure something out." Again, Haley wanted to say that it wasn't that easy, but her claim was already refuted by the images on the various cell phones sitting in front of her. "It might take me a couple of days." She said, finally. "No problem, bitch. We're only on Day Five. I mean, I'd like to go up to Bethany right now and brag to her about what we did, and what she'll never be able to top, but I get it. You need some time to do your thing, and since you're one of us, you'll get your chance." "Gee, thanks." Haley commented, as a part of her still refused to believe what the other Heartbreakers had done. "I changed my mind." Rochelle spoke up. "Heather, let's not do it tonight. Let's wait until Friday. My mom's going out of town then, and my dad's going to be the only one in the house." "Sounds like a plan to me." Heather gave the newbie a high-five. "If it's on Friday, count me in." Amy said. "Me too." Shelly added. "I'll go." Haley said. "It'll help get me into the mood, I guess." The rest of the troop looked over to what had, only days before, been the undisputed leader of the Heartbreakers. At present, however, Mindy wasn't calling every single shot like she had been previously. The club is evolving, Mindy understood, and if she didn't evolve along with it, she was risking being left behind. "So, what are we going to do at Rochelle's house?" Mindy asked. Rochelle considered the question for a few moments. "Well, we do have a big swimming pool." Friday, Day Seven. Rochelle's father was named Spencer. He'd been unofficially 'hired' as the grill-man for a backyard cookout on Friday afternoon, and since he hadn't any other plans, he went ahead and agreed to it. What he was expecting was a bunch of high school kids coming over and raising up a storm in his backyard, while he prepared hot dogs and hamburgers and tried to prevent them from destroying the entire house. What he got, instead, was ass galore. It all started when the invitees began coming up and ringing the front doorbell. He thought he'd be greeting mostly couples, but no, one beautiful young woman came in after another, and there looked to be a steady stream of them, and he wondered if this is what things might be like at the Playboy mansion. He even began to question if maybe Rochelle wasn't turning lesbian on him, as these young ladies hadn't come over to impress any young men, because no young men at all were showing up. Well, at least their little pool party wasn't going to get too wild, he assumed, but as it turned out, he was wrong about that, too. No less than ten attractive females showed up. Some were congregating under the covered patio, while others stood further back in the yard, and a couple were sitting and chatting on the patio chairs. That's when he first fired up the grill, and initially he was hard pressed to keep the ladies supplied with edibles. Since he was playing the part of the agreeable host, time and again he'd step into the house for more chips and sodas, while at the same time keeping a close eye on the grill. If there was one thing he soon became aware of, it was that these girls could eat! Luckily, he outlasted that imbalance of supply and demand, and in the end he made himself a couple of burgers, with the idea of heading inside to gulp them down, and maybe to catch some game on TV. That's when a lot of these ladies began shedding their outer layer of clothing, and Spencer was forced to reconsider his plan. Maybe, he thought, it might be a better idea to hang out in the backyard and take in the many spectacular views. Clothing was cast aside, skimpy bikinis were exposed, and one after another, the girls started jumping into the pool. As they shrieked at the feel of immersing themselves in the cool water, and giggled and chatted, Spencer felt like the complete outsider, as if he'd accidentally come across a gaggle of playful water nymphs in a small lake, deep in some fantastic forest. He enjoyed the scenery as much as he could, and there was variety all over the place, from big-boned girls with big curves, to in-between types, to more athletic babes that didn't look to have an ounce of fat on their bodies. Ass galore, he thought again. Once he'd finished up his meal, he decided that enough was enough, and he was about to make his way inside the house when he suddenly found himself surrounded by a bunch of wet, smiling girls. They herded him over to the edge of the pool, and all at once, they combined their strength and shoved him into the water. He got dunked, and he found himself gasping for air and clawing for the edge of the pool, and all at once, he was the center of attention in what might have been every man's ultimate fantasy. Before they let him go, the smiling, beautiful sirens made him promise that he'd come back and play volleyball with them, and if he didn't, they threatened to come into the house and drag him out. He said, sure, he was game, and he took the time to head in and change from his soaked attire and into a pair of tan shorts. No way was he going to wear swimming trunks, because his cock was prominent and proud by then. So he'd play some volleyball, and he'd ogle some young breasts and hips, and he'd have something to talk about to the guys at work when Monday rolled around. By the time he went back outside, the net was already set up, the two teams were organized, and some of the more eager of the bunch were already working out strategies to use against their opponents. He noticed that a lot of the girls were calling each other 'bitches,' but apparently this was the norm for the crowd, as his Rochelle was doing exactly the same as the rest of them. They'd made some kind of bet, he gathered, and when they started the game, it quickly became clear that they weren't kidding around. Both sides were fierce, lunging through the water and spiking the ball with the intensity of gladiators, and since he was a die-hard sports fan, he got caught up in the moment and gave as much effort to the game as anybody else. Rochelle's team, the team he was on, scored the winning ten points against their opponents, and with a clear sting of defeat, the losers exited the water and lined up by the edge of the pool. One by one, these ladies stripped their bikinis and make a brief dance or pose, before they jumped into the water. As they did this, other girls were taking pictures of them. His cock had been hard before, but now it was as hard as a chisel, and Spencer found himself thankful that his side hadn't lost, because there was no way in hell that he was about to drop his shorts and reveal his epic erection to his guests. Somebody from the losing team challenged the victors to another game, and that's when Spencer decided to get out while the getting was good. This produced a mass outcry from his side, but he was adamant, and he was just getting out of the water when the other team declared a forfeit, and demanded that whatever rules they'd agreed to had to be observed. He paused, as Rochelle and the girls on his side all made their way out, and one by one, they stripped naked as well. The big-boned girl, Heather, yanked her top off and shook her extra large beauties to the cheers of the rest of them, before she splashed her way back into the pool. His daughter, Spencer noted, was next. Rochelle's bikini was colored a bright, lime green, and once her top came off, Spencer refused to stand by and bear witness to his daughter's nakedness. While they'd been playing the game, Spencer had inadvertently gazed upon his daughter's form; he hadn't had much of a choice because she was standing close to him. He'd even taken to comparing her breasts to some of the other girls, and a couple of times, also her butt. She was a gorgeous young lady, as were all of her friends that had come over, but watching her strip naked in some strange version of Girls Gone Wild At Spring Break was crossing the line for him. Once inside, he made to shut the screen door behind him, when he saw that Rochelle hadn't jumped into the pool with all the others. Instead, she was following him in, and she was fully naked. "Why didn't you stay and play with us?" Rochelle chastised him. "You made our team forfeit!" When it came to sports, Rochelle was as competitive as her father, but he was more worried about her unclothed state at that moment, instead of her wounded pride. "You shouldn't be standing in front of me naked." Spencer replied. "Why not?" She said, as she stepped in closer. "Because you're my little girl." "I'm a woman now." She said, as she reached out for the waistband of his shorts. She'd done this a few days ago, while he was getting ready for work. That time, Spencer had been wearing only his boxers, and she'd boldly stretched them away from his waist, and peered down at his flaccid member. This time, he wasn't flaccid but proudly erect, and his shorts weren't loose and soft, but drenched and stuck to his body. She couldn't tug at them so easily, and she did the next best thing by grabbing at both ends, and sliding them down past his crotch. She'd crouched down to get this done, and once the wet fabric had descended, Spencer's hard cock sprung out close to her face. He didn't know, really, why he hadn't said anything to her that morning, when she'd taken a good, long look at his soft penis, and he didn't know why he wasn't stopping her now. She was getting down on her knees before him, and even though he knew what was about to happen, he didn't feel any sort of unease whatsoever. It was a simple equation: she looked like she wanted to do something, and he was willing to allow it. The sensation of Rochelle's lips taking him in, coupled with the cool wetness of his body, gave him goose bumps. He breathed in deeply, as he felt her mouth tighten around him, and her tongue lolling around the end of his cock. She kept him in her mouth, trapped, as if he might want to escape from such pleasure, while her two hands finished dragging his soaked shorts down to his ankles. For a moment, she had no choice but to release him, as Spencer lifted one foot, and then the other, and kicked the shorts aside. That moment was soon gone, and her mouth returned to his body, to engulf him and to excite him further. Her lips stretched past more of his shaft, as if she meant to squeeze all he offered into her throat. Her gag reflex jostled a strange noise from her vocal chords, and she pulled back to regain her composure, before she tried again. She was battling against her own body, repeatedly, but her spirit was strong enough that her lips achieved their goal and ended up brushing both on his pubic hair and his balls. He braced his hands on her wet shoulders, before running one through her wet hair, even as a small dose of pre-cum slipped out of him. This encouraged her to backtrack along his length, and she licked and sucked this early spillage away from him, as if enjoying his taste. Spencer's hands were fervent to explore more of her, but their positioning wouldn't allow it. He thought of her C cup breasts, which hung down lower than on most women, and of her tall and sporty body. Her breasts and waist he'd contemplated before, when she'd worn halter tops or tight shirts, but her ass he'd hardly ever witnessed, except for those rare occasions such as when she donned a bikini. And here it was, nude and available to him, and only a couple of feet away. A second shot of pre-cum seeped from him, and she took care of it just as she'd done the first, but it must have registered that if she kept up what she was doing, he'd quickly empty himself out. So her mouth released him, and her hand firmly encircled him as she stood up face to face with him. Her eyes were at an even level with his, and her features ebbed as much lust and desire as Spencer felt. Her lips came at him, and as they kissed, Spencer's taste buds sensed traces of a substance both sweet and sticky, and he knew that secretion originated from him. It should have repelled him, when he tasted his own cum from his daughter's mouth, but it didn't. It invigorated him, and he was ready to commit the ultimate act, to break the ultimate taboo, with his own offspring. To this end, he reached around her elegant figure and set his hands on her ass, and held her taut and shapely cheeks. He shuddered again, as he thought of entering his daughter, with his cock pressed tight against her middle and clearly exposing its intentions. Behind them, the screen door slid open, and right after slid shut, and both Rochelle and Spencer turned their heads to find one of the other girls, Haley, still nude and wet, and gazing back at them curiously. "I want to watch." This new girl said. Spencer didn't know how his daughter would react to having an audience, but this uncertainty was soon answered as she reached for his hand and led him away from the kitchen. She was taking Spencer to the master bedroom, and to the bed he shared exclusively with his wife. This gave him more apprehension than anything else he'd done so far, as he was about to defile his marriage in the most regrettable way possible. Rochelle might have suspected his misgivings, as she paused to look at him. "Do you want to go into my room instead?" With a dry mouth, he replied, "Yes." She changed directions, and they entered a room Spencer hardly ever went into, ever since his daughter had matured from a little girl and into a budding young woman. Long gone were all the plush animals and dolls, as they'd been replaced with framed team jerseys from the various tournaments Rochelle had been a part of, and a couple of trophies, and a few posters of pop stars and other hunks posing bare-chested. Rochelle let go of his hand, as she slid onto her bed, a queen-sized affair covered by a tan duvet with black borders. She positioned herself right in the middle of it, looking as sensual as any erotic model he had ever seen, but instead of spreading her legs, she kept them close together, and a single hand further concealed her intimacy. It would be up to him, Spencer knew, and up to his anxious cock, to pry those long and toned legs away from each other, and to probe the most profound of her secrets. He was ready. He took one last glance at this mysterious voyeur named Haley, who had quietly shut the door behind them and now leaned watchfully against a wall, right before he slipped onto his daughter's bed. Rochelle, his dear, beautiful Rochelle, writhed and purred as Spencer ran a hand across her lower leg, and then over her thigh. He scooted closer to her, folding her legs back toward her middle, and taking in the roundness of her ass against the duvet, and the folds of her exposed sex. He saw the dark petals of her labia, in the form of a rare orchid, and the glistening wetness that seeped from the innermost, bright pink flesh. This is where she wanted him to plant his cock, Spencer understood, and this is where his cock wanted to be planted. Her legs he brought further up, as he got into his place, and her thighs ended up pressing against his arms and chest. Such long, long legs she had, he considered, as he rubbed the tip of his cock on her already moist opening. Below him, Rochelle purred, and she purred even louder when the cock began spreading her flesh apart. The head poked in, then out, as Spencer repositioned himself by moving even further forward and keeping Rochelle's legs pressed between his chest and hers. Again, he found the mark, and he used his weight to slide his entire shaft into her, up to his pubic hair and balls, just as Rochelle's mouth had done only minutes earlier. Heartbreakers 1.06 He gave her three long, powerful thrusts, to reveal to her who he was, and what he was doing to her, and he paused to let her steady stream of moans exit her mouth. Three more strong thrusts followed right after, and again he paused, as his daughter's audible pleasure began to saturate the otherwise quiet room. That's when Spencer lost his control, and he started a reckless assault on his teenage daughter, pummeling into her hard enough for his hips to clap against her upraised ass, and for his balls to slap at her. She was a snug fit for him, but she was wet, incredibly wet, and the friction and heat he was inciting only produced more wetness from her. At some point, she started screaming from climax, and this further fueled his actions so that he leaned up far enough to catch each and every expulsion that exited her mouth. It was a reaction that he'd never expected to see coming out of his daughter, but now that he knew that he could do it, and that she was eager to produce it, he wanted to take full advantage of it. Abruptly, he discovered his cock being bathed in hot, thick syrup, and this was the biggest surprise of all. His daughter was a squirter, and steamy milk was already oozing all around his shaft, and down his balls, and even onto his thighs. He paused, shocked by the warm bath seeping all over his abdomen, and he was further thrown off by the look on Rochelle's face, as if she herself had never known what she was capable of. Not only was she a squirter, Spencer realized, but he was the first man who had ever made her squirt. If he had been rough and powerful with her before, now he was doubly so, as he wanted to provoke even more exciting discoveries from her body. The slaps when his body slammed into hers sounded wet now, as more of her juices leaked out and drenched them both, and the duvet below them as well. Rochelle quickly forgot her initial shock, and she went back to her screams. After some perseverance, Spencer made her release a second torrent of hot, wet fluid that further doused them both. Upon sensing her second expulsion, he also realized something else. "You're too wet, honey." He told her, as he pulled out. "I won't be able to cum." "I'm sorry." Rochelle looked anxious. "No, no, there's nothing wrong." He tried to console her. "You're just too wet right now. I wasn't expecting it, either. We're going to have to try something else. Why don't you go into the bathroom and get yourself cleaned up. Bring a towel back with you." Rochelle rolled off the bed and hurried out the bedroom, leaving Spencer to pull the duvet off the bed and ball it up. He dropped it on the carpet. Absently, he glanced in Haley's direction, half-wondering what she thought of all this, but when she noticed the attention he was giving her, she quickly put one arm behind her back. "What do you have there?" Spencer asked. "Nothing." "Why don't you show me your nothing?" "I don't have anything." Haley shook her head. Frowning, Spencer stepped over to her. "Show me what you have in your hand." She leaned back, smothering her arm between her back and the wall. Since Spencer wasn't having any of that, he leaned very close to her, and slowly drew her arm out. He recognized what she'd been holding. "You brought a phone in here? Why would you do that? Why would you want to take a picture of what we're doing in here?" "I don't know." Haley replied. This young lady wasn't as tall as his daughter, but she was as pretty as all of the other girls that had come over, and best of all, she was naked and standing in front of him. She did look rather timid, though. "Did you want to join the party here on the bed?" Spencer asked her. "No." "Why not? Why did you come inside, instead of staying in the pool with the rest of your friends? Why would you want to follow Rochelle and me, when you saw what we were doing?" "I just... wanted to see what was going to happen." She really was some kind of voyeur, as he'd suspected earlier. Spencer looked her over. She wasn't bad, with her dark brown hair, C cup breasts, and a set of hips that flared out nicely and probably resulted in a nice, meaty ass, although he couldn't verify that from her position. The thing that was throwing him off the most was that Rochelle hadn't refused when Haley asked to tag along. What was up with that? Rochelle returned, stopping when she saw how close her father was to Haley. His cock was only a couple of inches from her thigh. "Here's a towel." She said, holding the item out. Spencer wiped himself off with it. When he was done, he dropped the soiled towel on top of the balled-up duvet. He looked back at the two girls, only to see that there was a lot of eye contact between them, but they weren't saying anything. "Okay, what's going on between you two?" Spencer questioned. "Rochelle, are you two more than friends? It's okay if you tell me." "No, it's not that. It's just that Haley's only had a couple of boyfriends, and she's never slept with a man like you. She's afraid of men like you." Haley gasped. The only way Rochelle could have known that was if Heather had blabbed it to her. That fucking bitch! She had no right to go and tell the entire world about her personal life! "When you say a man like me, you mean a black man?" Spencer asked. "Right. That's what I meant." Rochelle nodded. Spencer chuckled. "Haley, I'm just a man, like any other man. I'm just a little darker than some guys, that's all." "Haley, I think you should go and lie down on the bed with my dad. That way you won't be afraid of, you know, men like him." "Thanks, but no thanks. I think I'll pass." "Nobody else is afraid of men like my dad." Rochelle insisted. Haley thought this over. Rochelle wasn't talking about black men, she was talking about how the Heartbreakers were fucking their fathers. All of the other major players in the club had accomplished their missions, and even brand new members like Amy and Rochelle were taking care of business. Haley was the last one, just like the time when the Heartbreakers took on the high school baseball team. She looked into Spencer's face, and even after all she'd seen already, she was still intimidated. She also knew it was one of those now or never moments. After taking a deep breath, she said, "Okay." "I'll go back outside." Rochelle said. "I'm sure the others are wondering what's going on." "Wait, you forgot your phone." Haley held the device out. "You left it outside, and I didn't want anybody to accidentally drop in the water." She turned to Spencer. "That's why I came inside in the first place, and I saw... you know, what you guys were doing." Rochelle took her phone and left the room, and she made sure she closed the door behind her. Well, that was a partial relief, thought Haley. Rochelle's phone had six pictures of her and her dad going at it, and if Spencer had discovered those pictures, undoubtedly he would have erased them. Then Rochelle would have had no proof to show the Fillies that she'd done the Challenge. But that was only half the problem. She was standing in a room, naked, with an older black man, who was also naked, and he was under the impression that she wanted to try him out. The real reason Haley had followed them inside was because she really did want to watch them together, because it might have eased her tensions regarding what she was tasked to do with her own father. Spencer read her hesitation as a soft form of racism, or maybe outright fear of men like him, and he mentally cursed the news media for always portraying black people in a negative light. Then he thought, he was about to combat racism and get laid at the same time. "How about this? We'll go at your pace. You can reach out and touch me, and when you're ready, I'll do the same to you. Does that sound fair?" Haley did what she did with the baseball player, which is to walk straight over to the bed and lie down on it. She announced, "Do what you have to do. Just get it over with." Spencer openly gawked at her. She was a pretty girl, and she had a decent body on her, but the best she could do as far as lovemaking went was to lie there like something with no life in it? Maybe this wasn't going to be that easy after all. "Okay, I see what the problem is." He said, stepping over to the side of the bed. "Here, stand up. Now I'm going to lie on the bed just like you were doing a second ago. You see this? This is what you look like. Well, except for my dick and my skin color, anyway. But what I'm saying is this; you've got no fun in you. You've got no passion. You're supposed to move around and do things." "I don't know how!" Haley balked. "Nobody ever taught me that!" "Weren't you just watching two people having sex just a few minutes ago?" "That's different. Other people can do it, but I can't. I stay home and read books, okay. I read books!" "Come over here and lie down on top of me." Spencer suggested. Haley crossed her arms. "I'm going home." "You could do that, but you'll be the same person tomorrow that you are today, and you'll still be afraid of black men." In her head, Haley cursed Mindy and her stupid Challenge. Everything had been so simple before that had come along. "Go ahead and leave, if that's what you really want to do." Sharply, Haley glanced at the nude man on the bed. Those were nearly the same words Mindy had used when she threatened to kick her out of the club. It was happening all over again! And just like before, Haley wanted to run away from the problem, which was really her own cold heart, and not have to deal with it and take care of it. Anything else, she was smart enough to solve on her own, but the way she was, was the way she was, damn it! Spencer rolled over on his side, facing away from her. "I guess I'm taking a nap, then. You'll have to wake me up if you need me." Haley was about to leave, until she recalled the crowd waiting for her outside. The first thing Mindy was going to ask her was if she'd gone all the way with Spencer. Haley couldn't even lie about it, because she was such a bad liar, and she'd end up looking stupid in front of everybody. And if she said no, we didn't do anything even though we were both in the same bedroom naked, well, that would really make things worse! Heather had been so timid, just a few days ago, and now she was acting like a whole other person. Why couldn't Haley be like that? Why did Haley always have to be the cold fish? And if somebody happened to open Rochelle's door right then, they'd see Spencer on the bed with his back to her, and dumb Haley standing there in the middle of the room and not doing anything. She was so frustrated she could almost tear her hair out! At least lie down on the bed, she told herself. For a few moments, she studied Spencer's ebony form. He wasn't bad looking, she thought, and that made matters all bad again, because even looking at him naked wasn't enough to turn her on. She started to pace toward the door, intent on grabbing her clothes and her car keys and driving off without looking back. When she reached out for the doorknob, she changed her mind and went back by the bed. She stared at Spencer once again, this time hearing light snores and peaceful breathing. Well, at least he was asleep and not asking her stupid questions, she thought. A moment later, she sat down on the edge of the bed, and a few moments after that, she lay down on her side, and faced away from the naked man next to her. Things were never easy for her, Haley thought, and the more her brain twisted and turned in trying to find a solution, the more worn out and exhausted she felt. In the end, she closed her eyes, and joined Rochelle's father in a light slumber. Haley opened her eyes a short while later. She calculated that maybe thirty or forty minutes had gone by, as the sun was still out, but the shadows it cast were darker than before. She wondered how the party was going out by the pool. She noticed that Spencer had turned around and draped his arm and leg over her, and after about a minute of quiet scrutiny, she decided that his breathing was still measured and that he was still asleep. She wondered if Spencer thought it was his wife lying next to him. What the hell was she going to do, she wondered. Why did everything in her life have to be such a big mess? She felt Spencer's cock dangling against her ass, but since it was flaccid, it didn't seem to be as big a threat to her as before. His breathing was ruffling her hair, too, but that didn't bother her at all, In fact, the more she focused on it, the more it seemed to comfort her. Even more warmth came from the man's arm crossing over hers, and from his chest that was barely grazing her back as he inhaled. She had no fun in her, no passion, he'd said, and Haley supposed that was true. She wondered if those things could be taught, at least when it came to dealing with men. Here she had a man's cock grazing against her ass, and the first thing that came to her mind was how to get away from it. Could she even try to have fun with that cock? Certainly, Rochelle looked and sounded as if she was having fun, while Haley had watched Spencer nail her with it. What could she do with it? She thought she could reach behind her and touch it, except she soon realized that their thighs were too close together. Her solution to that was to raise her leg, and maybe she could touch it that way. Spencer's leg was still over hanging over hers, but she managed to raise her leg anyway. When it was high enough, her fingers went down and sought his cock out, and she decided to position it on her thigh, and to lower her leg to trap it between her thighs. Now, she was feeling mischievous. She pressed her ass back and into Spencer's groin, and she was rewarded with the sensation of the cock swelling up. Spencer's breathing changed, and when his arm went up and grasped her shoulder, she knew he'd woken up. "I thought you'd be gone by now." He said. Haley didn't answer him, but she did push her ass into his groin again. His hand ran down the length of her arm, and back up again. "Are you still scared?" He asked. "No. I guess I'm relaxed right now. The nap really helped." "I see that you've started something here." Spencer's cock felt really hot now. "I guess I did." Haley replied. He gently pushed at her shoulder, coaxing her into a prone position. Next, he rolled over on top of her, but not before he adjusted his cock. It ended up squished against her butt cheeks. "Can you feel that?" "Yes." "Does it excite you?" Haley thought about it. She'd deliberately wanted to get him hard, and now that she'd done it, she examined her reaction to it. She wasn't enthralled, such as some women might get, but still. "It... it feels nice." "Do you want me to make you feel better than this?" This time, her response came a little quicker. "Yeah. Okay." "See, all you needed was to relax a little bit. I don't know how you young people get as stressed out as you do. You don't even have bills to worry about. All you have is homework." Perspective, Haley thought, that's what I need. And maybe... a nice cock once in a while. That would be nice, as long as Mindy wasn't telling her whose cock it had to be. Spencer sat up on the backs of her thighs, and she felt him spreading her butt cheeks apart. He slid his cock right into that crevice, and started rubbing it back and forth. His balls trailed after it, flesh dragging over flesh. Several times, he did this. Haley hummed quietly, while he was doing it. She thought of how she'd describe it to her friends later, and came up with the term cock-massage. This made her giggle. "Are you having a good time now?" Spencer asked, his voice cool and soothing. "I just heard you laugh." "Yes, I am having a good time. I think I'm ready now." Spencer stretched out over her again, covering her body with his. His hand was guiding his cock in between her thighs, sliding past her butt and anus, and it paused right before her moist entrance. Much more gently than he'd done with Rochelle, Spencer eased his cock into her, and when it was fully inserted, he settled his weight on her. Haley expected him to start pounding her, as he'd previously done to Rochelle, but no, he was kind to her, and she was thankful for it. He rolled his hips backward, until his cock nearly came out of her, and slowly, he pushed it back in. It felt nice that way, and she hummed again. This was how she wanted a man to make love to her, slow and steady. It made the act less animalistic, and more emotional for her. Spencer exhibited an eternal patience with her, as he kept up this measured pace with her. "Is this how you make love to your wife?" Haley asked. "Sometimes, unless we're in a hurry." He must have been grinning. "But mostly we do it like this. Nice and steady." He slid to one side, prodding Haley to turn over on her back. Afterward, he took her in the Missionary style, in the same tender pace, while at same time his chin nuzzled hers and they kissed. The kisses, Haley compared, were just as good as the fuck. She'd only slept with two high school boys before this, and neither one of them had done what Spencer was doing to her now. He wasn't fucking her, as much as he was making love to her. Spencer's lips were caressing her throat, until he drew his head up and looked into her eyes. "I've figured you out. You're not the regular beer from the liquor store, you're the fine wine from the cellar. The connoisseur, that's the kind of man you should be looking for. You won't be happy with anybody else." He was right, she realized. That's why she hummed the way she did, instead of crying out like a banshee or moaning like a revived mummy. She laughed at the images her mind presented her with. "That's another laugh. Now you're really having fun." Haley smiled at him. The wisdom and experience of a man twice her age had just pointed out something she hadn't been able to figure out for herself, and she was grateful for it. When Spencer finally tensed up and exploded into her, their mouths were connected in the ways of lovers, and the steamy breaths that expelled during their orgasms were mingled with one another. Haley left the room later, when the sun had already ducked behind the horizon. She went into the backyard and saw that of the nearly a dozen girls that had showed up for the pool party, only the official Heartbreakers were still present. She was pleasantly surprised that all of them had waited for her, including Mindy, who'd been giving her such a hard time lately. "Oooh, will you look at that!" Heather pointed out. "Somebody's got a big smile on her face!" Haley smile grew even wider, when her expression suddenly changed into shock. "Oh, shit! I forgot to take a picture!" "I'll get it!" Amy volunteered. "Where's her phone? Gimme, gimme!" The moment it was in her hand, Amy trotted off. "Your clothes are right there." Rochelle pointed to a small neat pile. "Thanks... bitch!" Haley replied. This set the entire group to laughing. Heather came up to her and have her a high-five. "It's about time you got with the program, hooker. We were getting worried there for a second." "Yeah, I know." Haley admitted. "So, did I miss anything while I was getting royally befriended by Rochelle's dad?" "Yes." Mindy stated. "We took a vote, and we decided that you don't have to go through with the Challenge if you don't want to. We think we already have enough pictures to put Bethany and her Bitches into life-long conniptions." "Oh." Haley said, as she started getting dressed. "From all accounts, the Fillies were floored when they got hit with our initial vague volley, thanks to the Disinfo Amy and Rochelle cooked up." Mindy continued. "I don't think they expected us to move so fast, and I think it took them a whole lot longer than two weeks to do what they did." Heartbreakers 1.06 "We even called them a little while ago and gave them our tally." Shelly revealed. "Six Heartbreakers, four men, and a grand total of six fucks and counting." "Not counting when Rochelle fondled my dad." Heather added. "Even though I did get a couple of pictures of that." Rochelle spun around when she heard the back door open, but luckily it was Amy, and not her dad who stepped out. "Got the shot, bitches!" Amy held up Haley's phone. "I got Spencer to pose in both of them!" "So, this is where we're at." Mindy gathered their attention together. "Each of us has proof of everything we've done on our cell phones. We spent the last couple of hours sending the pictures to each other, so we don't have to worry if any one phone gets lost." "None of you bitches had better lose your phones!" Heather warned. Mindy continued. "On Monday morning, we're going to call a meeting with the Fillies, and we're going to present our evidence to Bethany, and only to Bethany. We don't want to run the risk that one of the other Fillies might decided to post them on Facebook or something. I know I've said that the Fillies are on the same honor system as we are, but our newest members have pointed a couple of things out to me that I did not know, and now I have my doubts. So, only Bethany gets to see the pictures..." "That only gives me two days!" Haley cried out. "Two days for what?" Mindy asked. "To do the Challenge!" "You don't have to do it anymore." Mindy reminded her. "We're done with it." "Oh, bullshit!" Haley protested. "For the last couple of hours, I've been getting long-stroked by Rochelle's dad, and you're not going to tell me that I did all that for nothing! I'm doing the Challenge, and you're going to wait until I'm done!" "We won't be able to have the meeting on Monday, then." Shelly whined. "We just spent the last hour working out the details." "I don't care." Haley replied. "I'm the one that accepted the Challenge, remember? I may be the last one to do it, but I am going to do it! I am a fucking Heartbreaker, okay?" "No, what you are is a drama queen." Heather teased. "If you're so fired up about it, you'll be able to take care of it over the weekend. Two days is plenty of time." "Okay. Fine. I'll do it in two days, and if I do, you're going to run across the quad naked again, at lunchtime." "And if you don't do it, you're making the run." Heather countered. "Come over here and shake my hand, bitch, if you have the guts!" Haley strode over and did precisely that. "Well, whoever does the run, I'm doing it with them." Amy volunteered. "That's the spirit!" Heather gave the smaller blonde a high-five. "How about we make Bethany do the run, after we floor her with our pictures." Shelly chimed in. "I like that idea." Mindy nodded. "Haley, if you need any help, I've got your back." Rochelle said. "Me too." Amy added. "We've all got your back." Mindy spoke up. "Heartbreakers rule!" Several other voices repeated the mantra. Haley had never felt as much as much a part of the club as she did at that moment, and her face was beaming because of it. Heartbreakers 1.07 Saturday, Day Eight. Haley woke up bright and early, as she usually did. The sun was barely starting to hit its stride, as only about half her room was doused with its rays, while the other half was struggling to keep them away. She sat up and pushed her creamy beige duvet away from her legs, before she swung those very same legs off the bed and got to her feet. First things first, she thought, as she stepped over to her dresser. She had a mirror there, but it was a modest two feet wide by three feet tall, and it captured her reflection only from the waist up. Still, it told her what she needed to know; her hair was a mess. Haley scrutinized what she had on also, and it was okay: a powder blue top with spaghetti straps that made her breasts look like perfectly round softballs, which she thought was very sexy, and a pair of semi-loose pajama bottoms, colored white, with subtle and spaced out vertical stripes, colored red. She turned to her side and arched her lower back, catching only a little taste of how her butt filled out her bottoms when she did that. She thought that was sexy, too. As she went on to brush her hair, she took in her room. The walls were colored in a soft yellow, and her furniture was some sort of wood or other, stained in a dark cherry tone. Her bed was only a full size model with a white rail headboard, but that was okay since so far in her life, she'd never shared it with anybody. She approached her wide back window, which faced the back of the house, and saw that her dad was already outside and working on the yard. It wasn't even eight and he was out there, as he always was during the early hours of the weekend. He was like a machine when it came to doing chores, always punctual and always dedicated. He'd be out there for at least an hour, and at nine he'd come in for breakfast, and at nine-thirty he'd be right back out again. A person could set their watch by him. His name was Trevor, and Haley could readily admit to herself that he was a very handsome man. She thought of Mindy's dad, who was average, and Shelly's dad, who always looked stern and thoughtful, and who called other guys 'blokes' sometimes, whatever that was. She thought of Heather's dad and his open features, and she supposed he was handsome, in a country boy sort of way, but definitely not in a cowboy sort of way. Lastly, she thought of her most recent lover, Rochelle's dad, who was also handsome, but who also looked too stern and serious. Her dad beat them all. He had soft features, as opposed to manly features, and he had the kind of looks that girls at school would always flock to, including Mindy and Shelly. His hair was a soft shade of brown, very light, and his mannerisms were very cultured and refined. She recalled how Rochelle's dad had said Haley was like a fine wine, and she supposed that same label would apply to her father as well. Unlike the pretty boys at school who had looks similar to her father's, Trevor wasn't vain but down to earth and amicable, and when you got down to it, also very predictable and boring. Even his job was largely mundane, although Haley's mother did the exact same thing. Both Haley's mom and dad were self-employed and certified teachers, and they rented themselves out to tutor the students of wealthy families. They were especially in demand whenever college exams were coming up. Haley finished up brushing her hair, and left her room. The layout of the second floor was her room, beside which was a guest room that was hardly ever used, then came the centralized staircase that led down to the first floor. On the opposite side of the stairs was the master bedroom, along with a second attached room that served as her parents' hobby room, which her dad mostly used. She trotted down the stairs, coming to the foyer, which opened up to the living room. Once she'd rounded the foot of the stairs, she stepped through a short hallway, colored in a brushed off-white and displaying about a dozen family pictures, and at the end of the hall was the kitchen and dining room. Haley went right up to the glass doors facing the backyard, wondering if this was the right time to approach her father, but her hopes were dashed when she saw him squatting by his flower patch. He was either pulling weeds or spreading mulch around, and neither action felt conducive to what she had in mind. Haley frowned. Don't get mad like you've been doing, she told herself. Just figure something out. Think, think, think. You're good at that. You're one of the best thinkers in the entire school and everybody knows it. Absently, she left the glass doors and stepped back into the hallway. There was the short row of family pictures, showing her mom and dad, and her, and she took a moment to study them. Her mother's name was Tanya, and she also had brown hair, although it was of a darker shade than Trevor's and more closely matched Haley's hair. She had an awesome smile, always showing plenty of teeth, and her face and posture always had a warm feel about it. She was naturally sexy, a quality both Haley and her father lacked. Her breasts were comparable to Haley's, they were also C cups, and while her figure wasn't supermodel lean, also like Haley's, Tanya had her curves that showed past dresses and other casual attire. Haley had gotten her ass from her mom, she knew. That's when the little light bulb came on in her head. It was so obvious that she chuckled out loud, and she wondered that she hadn't thought of it before. All the worry and stress had been clouding up her mental process, and that's why she hadn't seen what was standing right in front of her face. She smirked; Rochelle's dad had done the impossible, he, well, and the nice, long strokes of his cock, had relaxed her enough to put her back on track. With a renewed confidence, Haley galloped back up the stairs and made a right turn toward the master bedroom. Her mother would be up in no time to start getting her father's breakfast ready, and if Haley was going to put her plan in action, she would have to do it now. The curtains were still drawn, and luckily, her mother was still lying on the bed. Haley went to her mother's dresser and started fiddling with the radio on the alarm clock. She found a station that played soft jazz, and she set the volume to a level that she thought might be considered romantic. Next, she turned toward the large bed, and saw that her mother had risen up on her side to see what she was up to. "Good morning, Haley." Tanya greeted, in her soft and melodious voice. "How are you today, and why are you playing with my radio, when you have your own radio in your room?" "I think we should have a girl talk." Haley replied. "It must be something pretty important, if you need to lighten the mood with music." Haley knew that both of her parents were smart, and if she didn't carefully match their wits, her plan would be exposed and it wouldn't work. She walked over to her mother's side of the bed. "If you turn on your stomach, I'll give you a back massage." Tanya sighed in lamentation. "Your father never gives me a back massage, so you're on." Her mother rolled over, giving Haley a good moment to study the silky lingerie gown her mother was wearing. It was colored in strong aqua, had lacy white trim on all its edges, and came halfway down her thighs. Haley didn't expect to become titillated by the sight of her mother in lingerie, or maybe it was Haley's hidden intentions that were exciting her, but nevertheless, it was happening. She straddled her mother's thighs and leaned up to knead the woman's shoulder and neck. Tanya purred softly, as her daughter's hands went to work. "Mmmm. That feels nice, but I have to know. What is so important that you're trying to appease me with music and massages?" "I want to ask you some questions, and I want you to be honest with me when you answer them." Haley replied, as she started to rub circles on her mother's shoulder blades. "As long as you keep massaging me, I am at your service. Ask away." "Okay, am I as boring as dad is?" Tanya laughed out loud. "Oh, my god! You're even worse than he is!" Haley felt stung, enough that she paused her actions. "I'm sorry, did I hurt your feelings? You did ask me to be honest." "I know I did." Haley answered, before she got back to the massage. "Okay, so tell me how I'm worse than dad." "Well, just take a good look at yourself. You have these wonderful friends that are social butterflies, and yet you hardly have young men calling you or coming to the door to take you out on dates. You dress, and I'm sorry here, but in a way that doesn't accentuate the fact that you're a woman, and you haven't done a thing to personalize your car ever since we gave it to you. You're a leaf in a pond, and you're going wherever the breeze takes you, but you're not doing any sort of navigation for yourself." "I hate you now." Haley grumbled. "Well, you wanted my honest opinion, and I gave it to you. Sometimes, the truth hurts. And as far as your father is concerned, the only reason he's not in the same boat as you are is because every once in a while he has a spark go off in his head and he'll do something different. You don't even have the occasional spark." "Mom, I did something really wild last night." "What?" "Promise me you won't get mad." "Is this bad?" "It might be. That's why I want you to promise." Tanya took a deep breath. "Okay, I promise I won't get mad. Whatever it is, you came to me to talk about it, and I respect you for that. Go ahead." "Last night... Last night I slept with the father of one of my girlfriends." "Haley! Are you serious?" The woman started to push herself up on her elbows. "If you stop me now, I won't tell you the rest." Haley warned her. "There's more?" "Yes." Tanya stopped to consider this. "Just lie back down, and I'll keep massaging you, and we'll keep talking." Her mother didn't move for a few seconds, until finally, her body slackened against the bed again. "Wow, Haley, just wow. I did not expect that from you. Who was the man?" "That's not important for our conversation." Haley answered. "But it was important for me. It made me realize that all of those things you said about me are true. I am boring, and I go into hysterics whenever somebody tries to make me do something different, and I over-analyze things fifty million ways in trying to get over the obstacle and back into my comfortable little box." "How did it happen? Did this man force himself on you?" "Mom, can we talk about me, please?" Her mother was quiet and thoughtful for the next couple of minutes, before she finally said something. "Just let me get this straight. You did that because you wanted to break out of your pattern?" "Well, kind of. I guess I didn't realize the pattern was even there, until I was actually doing it with this man. This will sound weird, but this man opened up my eyes, to who I really am." Tanya sighed. "There are other ways, honey." Haley had been keeping a light touch on her mother until then, but now she started rubbing her back more vigorously. "I want to try new things, mom." "Like what? I'd say what you did last night was new enough." "When you were younger, did you experiment with other women?" "Do you think you're a lesbian?" "Mom, will you answer the question? And be honest." "Well, yes, I did. You might say that I was bisexual when I was younger." "And you're not bisexual anymore? It just went away?" "Something like that doesn't go away. I just got married, and that chapter of my life was closed after that. Are you trying to tell me that you're thinking about experimenting with another woman?" "Well, yes. Maybe. I just want to try it out, and see, you know, if I like it or not." "If it's somebody around your own age, and you're comfortable with it, I don't see a problem. However, I do see a problem with experimenting on men old enough to have daughters that are your age." Haley stayed quiet, as she mentally went through her options. A lot of what she was doing was for the sake of the Challenge. On the other hand, she was finding her body stimulated just by the realization that she was straddling her mother, and placing her hands all over her back. She was more turned on by her mom, than she had been with Rochelle's dad. "Okay, so if you were my age, and you were hanging around with my friends, who would you pick to experiment with?" Haley wondered. "Mindy. No doubt about it." "That was quick." Haley laughed. "What can I say? Mindy is a very attractive young woman. If I was her age, she would definitely be my type." "Why? What's so great about Mindy? She's an attention whore, and she's always trying to boss the rest of us around." "That's how you see it, but try looking at it from another direction. She's beautiful; we already know that. She has a great body. She's assertive, and she's focused, and she has natural leadership skills. It's no wonder she has some many other girls gravitating to her and wanting to be like her. I would totally fuck Mindy." How far could she take things, Haley wondered. She moved away from her mother's middle and to one side, giving Tanya enough room to turn and face her. For a long moment, she gazed into her mother's eyes. "Well, I do want to experiment. But I don't want to do it with just anybody. I want to do it with someone who I can trust, who won't embarrass me later, and I don't know if Mindy is the right person for that." "You have plenty of friends, dear. You'll find the right one." Haley's eyes roamed across her mother's too-bright sleeping gown, while her mother was still looking into her face and watching her. "Actually, mom, I was hoping to experiment with someone I'm already close to." She reached out to settle her hand on Tanya's waist, and before her mother could even react, Haley slid her hand up and over on Tanya's covered breasts. Tanya slowly sucked in a deep breath, as Haley began teasing her mother's nipple with the palm of her hand. "Haley." Tanya said, softly, but she didn't move, and she didn't sound upset. Her mother would build up a quick resolve and put a stop to everything, Haley knew. She had to be quicker than Tanya, and to that end, she teetered her body forward and tried to block her mother's mouth by kissing her. It was a clumsy attempt, as she missed her mother's lips entirely, and then her mother started avoiding her and Haley's great plan started coming undone. But it wasn't over, she knew, and instantly her mind went through her options and alternatives, while her mother's mind was obviously doing the same, and trying to formulate a plan to counter her. Haley slipped a strap away from her mother's shoulder, loosening Tanya's gown enough that her hand dove under the silky material, and her hand enclosed on Tanya's bare breast. Her mother shuddered at the unexpected touch, and Haley could feel a hard nipple and aroused areola under her fingers. "Haley!" Her mother cried out, gripping Haley's wrist tight and shoving her daughter aside. Haley managed to grab her mother's middle and she pulled Tanya toward her own body, with the result that Tanya ended up half on and half off of her. Haley's hands were free, and she used them to yank her mother's gown up and right after she set both hands on her mother's ass. "Haley!" Tanya shouted at her, trying to gain leverage by putting herself on her hands and knees. She slapped away at the hands touching her butt. "You need to stop this!" Those hands went from her ass, to her tits, and they weren't being nice, either. They were grabbing and groping and squeezing at every bit of them. Tanya managed to pull away first one of Haley's arms, and then the other, and she stretched her daughter's arms out wide to avoid any other part of her being harassed. When Haley tried to shove herself away from her, Tanya moved to counter her and ended up straddling Haley's middle. Her stupid lingerie had ridden up to her waist, exposing her from the waist down, but she dared not use a hand to fix it because Haley might try to grab her again. "Haley, I don't know what's gotten into you, but you are going into your room and you are going to stay there until I come and get you. Do you understand that?" Haley was panting and feverish with lust. "Answer me honestly. Did I turn you on?" She already knew the answer to that. Her mother's breasts had just told her, and her mother's face was just as flushed as she imagined hers was. "You're going to your room now, and you're going to stay there!" Tanya insisted. "Answer the question." Tanya's eyes darted all over the bed, looking everywhere but into her daughter's eyes. "Mom, answer me." Slowly, Tanya forced her eyes to meet Haley's. "No, you didn't." "Liar. You want me. Say it." "You're wrong." Tanya replied, but her own voice betrayed her when it quivered those two words out. "Fine, I'll go to my room. Let go of my hands." Tanya eased back, keeping her weight on her legs in case Haley tried anything. The moment her daughter's hands were loose, Haley reached down to her waist, and she pulled her top up to expose her breasts. Wordlessly, she defied her mother to not pay attention to them. Tanya found that this time, she couldn't turn anywhere else. She hadn't seen any woman's tits up close and personal like this since before she'd gotten married, and there they were. Haley's softballs were free now, and they spread out across her chest in gorgeous round swells, and their ends were puffy with excitement. "God damn it, Haley." Tanya's words tumbled out slowly, barely making a sound. She almost had her, Haley knew. Her next few words would have to be perfect. "So, let's experiment." She said. Tanya's gaze fell on hers, and the two women considered each other. That there was a palpable attraction between them could no longer be denied. What remained to be seen was what would happen next. The older woman tore her eyes away long enough to catch the time. "Your father's going to be asking for his breakfast in a few minutes." She looked back at Haley, calculating things in her head as everyone in the household did. Then she started laughing. "I'm going downstairs to make him a sandwich. He's just going to have to wait until lunchtime to get a proper meal. You... You are going to stay here and wait for me until I get back." Haley watched as her mother slipped off the bed and smoothed out her skimpy gown. She went to the open door. "I can't believe I'm doing this." She said, right before she stepped out. Haley sat up and straightened out her top, now so horny she almost wanted to follow her mom into the kitchen and continue their romp down there. She'd probably change her mind, Haley figured. Tanya would go downstairs and start making something for Trevor to eat, and then she'd come to her senses and come back and kick Haley out of her bedroom. Then Haley would have to go back to the drawing board and work on some other idea for how to accomplish her Challenge. She lay back down, taking in the soft jazz playing on the radio. About ten minutes later, she heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and she looked up in time to see her mother stepping back in. "Haley, do you know what I just did?" Tanya spoke out. "I gave your father a ham and cheese sandwich and a glass of milk, and he had a hissy fit. I told him I didn't care, and that if he wanted something else for breakfast, he was going to have to make it himself. I guess maybe I do need some kind of excitement in my life, because right then and there I realized that I've become a lot more like him, and a lot less like how I used to be. I haven't done anything exciting since I can even remember!" Heartbreakers 1.07 Tanya came over to the side of the bed, and in a much lower, almost apologetic voice, she said, "I told him to give me a shout when he comes in, so I can go downstairs and start making him lunch. And you know he'll take a shower the second he's inside, because he hates tracking dirt and grass and whatever else into the house. That should give us a couple of hours... to experiment. Like you said." "Mom?" Haley asked. "Yes?" "You're talking too much." "I guess I am, aren't I?" Tanya realized. "I can't believe I'm this nervous! You made me this nervous!" She paced along the length of the bed, and when she came back she said, "I haven't been felt up like that ever since I was in high school, and that was in the back seat of some car when some boy would take me out to the movies!" She paced the same route again, but when she came back this time, she puller her nightie over her head and dropped it on the floor. As she stood there naked, she laughed again. "I guess you're already on second base, aren't you? Well, here's the package, honey. This is what you're going to look like in twenty years." By this time, Haley was inching closer to the side of the bed. If her mother wasn't coming to her, she was good and ready to go and grab her. "Am I talking too much again?" Haley nodded back. Tanya crawled onto the bed with her. They were soon lying side by side, and gazing at each other's faces and bodies. "Should I take off my clothes?" Haley asked. "No, I'm going to do that for you." Tanya answered, her voice now husky. Timidly, Tanya reached out and placed her hand on Haley's top. "I haven't been with a woman in a long, long time..." She said. "That's it, mom." Haley resolved. "You're taking too long." With that, Haley rolled on top her mother, and she discovered that what she was doing sensually intoxicated her. Her mother's legs were spread wide because Haley was in between them, and Haley found herself wondering what her mother's excited sex looked like. She did a better job of placing her lips on Tanya's this time, and they kissed, no longer with insecurity or doubt, but with hot fervor and pressure. They both moaned into each other's mouths as their tongues went rampant, and they were both surprised because their moans were so similar. Tanya finally grew emboldened, as her hands drifted back and forth along Haley's back, both over her top and under it. When those hands went into Haley's pajama bottoms and encircled her ass, Tanya couldn't help but turn her head to one side and moan. Instinctively, Haley took on the male role, as her hips ground between her mother's legs, and judging from Tanya's reaction, she must have been rubbing her the right way. Haley felt her top being pulled off, and she accommodated her mother by raising her upper back and arms. After, Tanya's hands lovingly fondled her tits, but that wasn't enough for Haley. She scooted up to align her tits with her mother's mouth, and she brought them both down to offer them to her mother's lips. Her own mother was sucking her tits, Haley grasped, and she was doing a damned good job of it. Then her mother shoved a hand between their hot bodies, pushed it into her bottoms, and used it to fiddle with her pussy. It was Haley's turn to moan out loud, as she felt her mother's finger pumping in and out of her. "Oh, you're a hot bitch." Haley said, unconsciously dropping her guard and reverting to the way she spoke around her friends. "You stick that finger all the way into my pussy." "I guess I am a hot bitch, aren't I?" Tanya giggled, before she pulled her fingers away and used them to partially pull Haley's bottoms down. "How do you like that; having your ass out in the open like you did to me? How do you like my hands feeling you up?" Haley's ass was being mangled and spread relentlessly, and the fact that it was her mother doing it made the sensations unbelievable. They rolled over, adjusting themselves so their mouths were again at the same level, giving their lips and tongues more opportunity to express their want. The next time they rolled, they fell off the bed and landed on the soft carpet. Haley felt her mother moving away from her, and right after her legs were being swung up into the air. Her mother's hands were keeping her legs aloft at the backs of the knees, and her mother's face moved in to crowd her pussy. Nobody had ever eaten Haley out before, and she almost regretted that her first time was with her mother. This was because Tanya knew exactly what she was doing, and it didn't take long for the woman to find Haley's clit and abuse it. Haley thought she'd gotten a respite, when her mother's tongue slid over to lick the outer edges of her pussy, and the insides of her thighs, followed by the backs of her thighs. That tongue drifted back, however, and when it centralized on her clit again, Haley was rocked by the best orgasm of her life. Finally, Haley's legs were released and allowed to drop to the carpet. Tanya moved over to her side, although it was Haley that closed the distance between their bodies. When their lips met, Haley's taste buds were treated to something slimy and sticky, and it took her a moment to realize it was her own cum. "Whew!" Tanya exclaimed, some time later. "When you say experiment, are we talking about just today, or do you want me to come up with some sort of lesson plan for us?" Haley giggled back. "Weren't you playing hard to get just a little while ago?" "Well, trust me, I am now 'gotten.' The question is, now that you awoke this sleeping beast within me, are you prepared to handle the consequences?" "What do you mean?" Tanya sat up. "What I mean is that things are about to change around here. Come on, let's go take a shower before your father comes in." As it turns out, they hadn't a moment to spare. They'd barely gotten dressed and gone down the stairs, when Trevor opened the glass door and stepped in. He closed the door and glanced over at his wife, who was just arriving in the kitchen with his daughter in tow. "Will we be having a problem over lunch, too?" He asked in irritation. "That depends on if you're going to act like an asshole or not." Tanya shot back. "I am in no mood to debate this with you right now, and especially not in front of our daughter." "Good, then go take your shower, and we'll talk when you're finished. We're going to have a serious talk today." Trevor looked as if he wanted to lash back, but he didn't. He just took off the shoes he'd been wearing outside and went into the garage to drop them off. After, he stalked through the kitchen and on his way to the upstairs bathroom, but he cast an angry glace at Tanya before he left. Tanya waited until he was gone, before she turned to Haley. "Will you help me get lunch started, dear?" Haley nodded, and they soon got to work. Trevor came down the stairs some fifteen minutes later, showered and suitably clothed, but before he could even make it into the hall, both his wife and daughter barred his path. Tanya motioned for him to take a seat on the living room couch. "Go ahead, dear." She explained. "Lunch is being prepared in the oven, so this gives us a few minutes to talk." Sullenly, Trevor dropped into the cushions. Haley took a seat on the couch diagonal from him, but she didn't have a clue as to what her mother was up to. Tanya had been curiously tight-lipped the entire time, and she chose to remain on her feet. "What's going on, Trevor?" Tanya asked. "You've been acting as if something's been bothering you for almost two weeks now, and so has Haley. Haley and I were able to work something out between us, so that still leaves you. Talk to me, honey." Like an accused child, Trevor lowered his head and faced away. He even reached out to grab a square pillow, colored red, and he set this tight against his middle, as if it were some sort of shield. "Don't be a baby, Trevor." Tanya persisted. "Did I do something to you? If I did, I'm sorry." "You've done nothing." Trevor replied. "It's actually me. I just haven't been feeling, I don't know, what's the word... I haven't been feeling chipper lately." Tanya stated laughing. "You haven't used that word in ages, Trevor. That's such a funny word!" He glanced over at her. "Well it looks to fit you very nicely." "You know I wasn't laughing at you, honey. So tell me, why haven't you been feeling chipper lately?" Trevor shrugged. "You're not going to get lunch until you start talking, mister." Tanya threatened. "And I don't care if the food catches fire in the oven. So start talking." Trevor made a face at her. "All right, I'll just go ahead and say it. It involves one of the students I've been tutoring. I've been tutoring this same girl for about three months now, and everything was going fine up until the last few weeks. Two of her friends just happen to show up at exactly the same time I get there, and these new girls have been staring at me and flashing their panties at me ever since. They're trying to coerce me into sleeping with them." Tanya started laughing again. "Coerce you? They're trying to coerce you into sleeping with them? It's not a criminal act for a woman to flirt with a man, Trevor." "Well, these two girls are very persistent." Trevor replied. "And I can't help but wonder if there is some ulterior motive involved." This time, Tanya looked more concerned. "Why would you say that?" "Well, they're very... secretive." He admitted. "They whisper to one another a lot, and they make a lot of eye gestures, when they think I'm not paying attention. I just don't like the vibe they've been giving me. It's all very Skull And Bones to me." "And what's your current theory, regarding what this is all about?" "I don't know." Trevor shrugged. "It's almost as if they want my sperm for some secret project." This time, Tanya really let her laughter go. "I know it sounds ludicrous, sweetheart, but I swear it's the truth." Trevor added. Haley was following the conversation very closely, as it was so unlike her father to become unnerved by one of his students. "Do you find these girls attractive?" Tanya asked. Trevor let out a long breath. "I suppose they're all attractive, but the most persistent one, the one that flashes her panties at me, that one is uniquely attractive." "Are these girls even of legal age?" Tanya wondered. This time, Trevor's face went ashen. "Of course they are! You know very well that I don't put up with lewd behavior for very long, and I won't put up with it at all if the girl is underage! The only reason I haven't made a fuss about this before is because my contract is with the woman of the house and her daughter. These other girls don't live there, they just show up, and there is no clause regarding interference from outside parties. One would suppose that a mother would allow her daughter to be tutored in peace, or that the daughter would not allow these other girls entry in order for me to tutor her, but that isn't happening here. I can't just quit the contract and be held liable!" He looked frustrated. "But to answer your question more succinctly, yes, they are of legal age. All three of them are seniors at the high school Haley attends." Haley nearly shot out of her seat. "Dad, what are their names?" "The girl I tutor is named Claudia, and the other two are Lacy and Kim. This Kim is also simply called K, and she's the one that's been giving me the most trouble." Haley's jaw dropped. The last two girls were Fillies! And Lady K was one of Bethany's lieutenants! And now they were trying to fuck her dad! There was absolutely no way that could be a coincidence. "I take at it that you know these girls?" Tanya asked. "I don't know them personally, but I know of them." Haley corrected. "You've been a good boy, Trevor, so I will feed you shortly." Tanya started down the hall. "Let me go and check on the oven." Haley leaned back in her seat, her mind whirring with plans and calculations. "But you have heard of these girls?" Her father asked. No, no, no, Haley thought. Don't ask me that! If she admitted any knowledge of them, then it would increase the possibility that her dad might accidentally say something pertinent to them, and then they would know that Haley had stumbled onto their operation! If Haley told her dad they were Mega-Whores, for example, her dad would shy away from them the next time he went to tutor at that house, and the Fillies would gauge his reaction, because they were good at recognizing such things. Then they might decide to leak something to her dad, such as info on some of the things the Heartbreakers had done in the past, and they could technically do that now, because her dad was no longer a member of the Random Public, but had been chosen as a Pawn of the Game. All of it hinged on the Fillies finding out that she knew what they were up to with her dad. "Fuck!" Haley cried out. "I'm not sure if I should consider that answer as a yes or a no." Trevor frowned. "Dad, you are such a dork." Haley shook her head, even as her brow furrowed in concentration. "Okay, let's do this. It is absolutely critical that those girls do not find out what you just told me. Pretend you never told me their names, okay? Pretend you never told me they're flirting with you. This is very important." "I don't quite understand what this is all about, but very well." Trevor replied. Tanya strode back into the living room. "Ten more minutes, and we'll have veggie lasagna. Haley, did I just hear you scream a curse word at your father?" "I did scream it, but not at dad. I screamed it at the world in general." Haley admitted. "Okay, so what are we going to do about these girls that are teasing your father?" Haley clammed up, while her father shrugged uncomfortably. "Actually, I might have a workable solution." Tanya decided. "Trevor, what is your definition of a legal marriage?" "Marriage is a binding contract between a man and a woman, under the terms institutionalized by traditional church doctrine and upheld by the voters of this state as recently as the last election." "Very well, and what is your definition of cheating?" "Cheating is the deliberate defiance of the rules and stipulations of the marriage contract, whereby a member of the marriage union engages in physical sexual acts with a member of the opposite sex." "What if you slept with another man, Trevor? Would that be cheating?" "That depends on what point of view I take." "Your own personal point of view." "Firstly, I would never sleep with another man. But if I did, and did it willfully, I would not see it as cheating because my marriage contract was made with a woman. The doctrine as it was presented to me does not make exclusions as to interaction with a member of the same gender." "What if you slept with a cow, or with poultry?" Tanya teased. As usual, Trevor missed the humor in the absurd question. "Technically it would not be cheating, per my previous statement." "What if I slept with another woman?" "Same answer." "Good." Tanya perked up. "Then I did not cheat on you when I slept with our daughter this morning. Let's go into the kitchen for lunch, shall we?" Tanya walked away, while Trevor turned and scrutinized his daughter, who was now blushing bright red. He said, "There was a connotation in your mother's voice, when she said that. What did she mean?" "We had sex, dad." Haley admitted, before she left the couch and hurried after her mother. RED ALERT!! FILLY ACTION SPOTTED. MORE INFO SOON. Haley sent the message, then closed up her phone and went back to the delicious lasagna her mother had cooked up. She was being very, very inconspicuous during the meal, as she'd been hugely embarrassed by her mother's casual admission of what they had done together. She turned her ear to the conversation her parents were having. "Do you feel emotionally hurt, to know that I had sex with Haley?" Tanya asked. "I don't know how to feel about that." Trevor replied. "I was more troubled by what these other girls were doing to me. I'd like to remedy the first situation before I deal with the second, if you don't mind." "Well, I told you I had a solution, and this is it. You have my permission to sleep with one of those girls you tutor, to balance out for the fact that I had sex with Haley today." "That's not a good idea, mom." Haley cut in. "Do you have a better solution, dear?" "Not right now. Let me think about it." Tanya went back to her food, but not for long. "Trevor, was there anything else on your mind?" "I suppose, but it all revolves around the same situation. I did entertain the thought of interacting with one of those girls, and I was at odds as to how to present the situation to you. Now that you've been gracious enough to accommodate me, I gather my next dilemma will over which of the three girls I should choose." "Pick the one with the biggest tits." Tanya laughed out loud. "Don't do it, dad!" Haley warned. "I'll have to make a list of their attributes." Trevor decided. "And rate those attributes as to my personal taste." "Dad!" Trevor grinned. "I was joking, Haley. I have no interest in sleeping with any of those girls. I will admit that they are attractive, but I was not impressed in the slightest with their constant skullduggery." "Well, good." Haley went back to her phone. FILLIES AFTER MY DAD. DURING TUTORING SESSIONS. MORE INFO SOON. She would have to figure out a way to get the address of the girl her father tutored, plus the day and time her dad went over there, without tipping him or the Fillies off. "I have a suggestion." Tanya was saying. "To spice things up between you and I. And we can do this now that Haley's an adult. I think we should make the interior of the house clothing optional." "Mom, are you crazy?" Haley looked at her. "I'll have you know, that we walked around the house in the nude when you were little. It was only when you started asking questions about it that we stopped." "I don't remember that." "That's because you were little. You started asking questions at a young age. What do you think about the idea, Trevor?" He thought this over. "You should implement this practice right away. Seeing more of you would not be a bad thing. I'll ease into it myself once I've become a little more comfortable with it." "See, wasn't that easy?" Tanya said, as she took to her feet. "Are we all done eating? You all know where the dishes go." Her parents got up and set their dishes into the washer, while Haley sat at the table and brooded over what to do next. She watched her dad walk off to do who knows what upstairs, while her mother stayed in the kitchen and did busywork. After a few minutes of deliberating, she went to put her own utensil and dish away. "Haley?" Tanya asked. "What is it, mom?" "Is everything okay with you?" "Yeah, everything's fine." She mumbled, as she started the journey back to her room. Tanya reached out and clasped her wrist, and brought her daughter into her arms. Just the proximity of her mother's body seemed electric, and when the older woman brought her mouth in close to Haley's, she eagerly responded. Her mother wasn't satisfied with just kisses, and soon Tanya's hands were running up and down Haley's back and squeezing her butt. When they finally broke apart, Haley asked, "What if dad comes back into the kitchen?" "Let him. Why do you think I'm doing this? I'm getting warmed up for him." Tanya smiled and gave Haley a pat on the butt before she left. "I'll be back for you later, so we can continue with our 'experiment.' I want you to plan on staying up late tonight." Haley smirked. Tanya's voice trailed down the all. "I told you, you have no idea what you've set in motion." Heartbreakers 1.07 Apparently, her mother was right, Haley thought, as she again went through her options. What she needed most was a picture of her and her mom naked to complete the Challenge, and that was still her main goal, but this new twist with the Fillies was complicating things even more. She sighed, before she went down the hall, and strewn on the floor like a trail of bread crumbs, she saw what her mother had been wearing. She had taken all her clothes off, and she was probably upstairs having her way with Trevor even then. Haley shook her head and grinned, as she climbed up the stairs and went into her room. She was still in her room when evening came, after communicating and making plans with the rest of the Heartbreakers for several hours. The moment the Challenge was completed, and the proof was presented to Fillie leader Bethany, the Heartbreaker Elite and their Wannabes were prepared to go on the offensive and scuttle the Fillies' next operation. After some discussion, it was agreed that the Fillies were trying to sleep with the fathers of the Heartbreakers. Not this time, bitches, thought Haley. We've found you out and we're going to bust your little club right open. After all the animosity they'd been through with the Fillies, and all the operations they'd undertaken, some successful, some not, it was going to be very satisfying when the Heartbreakers were the ones left standing on top of the mountain, and knowing there was no way for the Fillies to climb back up. She hadn't even noticed that her nude mother was standing in the doorway and watching her, and she wondered how long Tanya had been there. "Are you going to stay in here forever?" Tanya asked. "I just had some things to take care of." Haley replied. "Well, let's take care of them together. Come on. You have your phone on you, right?" "Yeah." Haley replied automatically, as she slid off her bed and went to the doorway, where her mother put an arm around her shoulder. "Mom, you look weird without any clothes on." "Oh, you weren't saying that this morning when you were humping me, bitch." Haley started to laugh, when she caught that last word. "Did you just call me a bitch?" "Isn't that how you and your friends talk to each other?" Haley clammed up. Her mother prodded her away from her room, although Haley had no idea where they were going. "Where are you taking me, mom?" "We're going into the master bedroom, and we're going to take that picture you need." Haley moved away from her, startled. "How do you know about that?" "Please, Haley. What's my IQ?" "I don't remember. 130, I think." "And what's your father's IQ?" "Higher than that. Like 150. But you're not answering my question!" "Well, your father and I noticed how you've been acting this last week, and we were worried about you. So, one night I went into your room and I borrowed your phone." "Oh, my god, mom, why did you do that?" Haley cried out. Tanya ignored her and went on with her story. "Your father wrote down the phrases you and your friends used, and just a little while ago he told me what your reaction was regarding the girls that have been tormenting him. Come on, Haley, the connection with these rivals of yours is painfully obvious. Anyway, we put our heads together and we deciphered what you and your friends are up to, plain and simple." "So you know everything?" "We suspected something was going on at first, and we got our confirmations as the days went on, just by the way you were acting. Your father's a little peeved that you didn't come to us first and just tell us what was going on. You really should have a little more trust in us than that, honey. We're only here to help." Haley lowered her head. "What about this morning? Were you pretending that you were surprised when I went to your room?" "Not at all!" Tanya chuckled. "That was good sex! And don't you go and get all huffy about this either, because if we had been up front with you, you would have just run away from us like you always do. You know that's true." They were both silent for the next few moments, until Tanya leaned forward and kissed her daughter on the forehead. "No matter what, we still love you." Tanya told her. "So whenever you're ready to take that picture, you come and get us." She walked off and left Haley by herself. Haley didn't know whether to be angry, depressed, or elated. The solution to all of her problems was only a few feet away, so why wasn't she rushing over there to get it done? And her mother was right, if her parents had come to her before and revealed what they suspected about the Challenge, Haley would have run away from them. She looked at the open doorway to her bedroom, wondering if she should flee in there. That wouldn't solve anything, she decided. The cat was out of the bag, and no matter how much that bothered her, she still had to deal with it. She turned and looked toward the master bedroom, where her parents were waiting for her. She should just go over there and get it over with. First, however, she had to relax. If there was anything she had learned during the past few days, it was that if she allowed herself to get high-strung and stressed, she'd make an even bigger bungle of things. So, she took a handful of deep breaths, and checked her composure. It was still bad, so she did it again. The second time, she was a little more settled. Haley quietly strode into the master bedroom. Hardly any words were spoken, as her father took her phone from her. Haley and her mother embraced, both of them clearly nude and looking at the camera. Her father took three pictures. Haley studied them. They looked dignified. They were good enough, she decided. Afterward, she went back to her room, as quietly as before, and shut the door behind her. SCORE. CHALLENGE COMPLETE. LET THE FILLIES BURN. Haley had typed the words earlier in the evening and sent them off along with the three pictures. Now it was ten o'clock at night and she was rereading the various messages she'd gotten ever since the Challenge had started. Although she felt somewhat relieved that it was over, she still didn't know how to feel about the situation in her house. Of all the Heartbreakers, she was the only one who produced a tainted victory, because her parents had been smart enough to piece everything together in spite of her efforts. Even the newbies had done better than she had, when it came to mission security. How could she look her mom and dad in the eyes again, now that they knew what kinds of antics the Heartbreakers were up to? Was she supposed to shrug it off and say, it's just what we do, mom. Her mother was always talking about balance. How do you balance a lie like that, where she'd tried to manipulate her mother into having sex with her, only to find out later that her mother was doing some manipulation of her own? What would her mother say? You balance a lie with the truth. In this situation, what could be considered the truth? Only a short time later, the answer came to her. It was so simple; it was almost beautiful. It would rectify everything she was feeling inside and make it all go away, and she would be happy and complete again. Haley stood by the side of her bed and stripped nude. Taking a deep breath, she walked out of her room. Her parents weren't asleep yet; they were lying on their bed and watching some late show on TV. Haley stepped into their room, saw where they were, and she went to shut the TV off. There was still enough light from the hall so she could see where she was going. "Don't tell me your friends didn't like our pictures?" Her mother complained. "Talk about a tough audience!" "I'm not doing this for them, mom." Haley replied. "I'm doing this for me." "Oh, well in that case, come over here and join us." Haley jumped into the bed, landing between both of her parents. "I'll abscond to the living room then." Trevor started to get up. "You're not going anywhere." Haley reached out and grabbed him by the arm. "As a matter of fact, you might be getting some, too." "Getting some what?" "Some pussy, dad. My pussy." Feeling more assured of herself than before, Haley moved her father's hand in between her legs and pinned it with her thighs. "I may even have to start with you, since you like to run away from things just like I do." Trevor yanked his hand free from his daughter's legs, only to have her roll over on top of him. His hands went to her sides, as if to push her off, but by then she was kissing him on the side of the neck. His hands relaxed a little, once the kisses started taking effect. "I want you to be aware, that is a breach of my marriage contract." He said. "Shut up, dad." Haley slid a hand down his side. "In about a minute you're going to be breaching something else. Hey, you're wearing boxers! Didn't mom tell you we have to be naked from now on? Hold still while I take them off." For a moment, it felt as if he was going to struggle with her. This halted when she pulled the restrictive boxers down past his cock, and right after that her hand was around it. Along with being hard and hot, it felt thick within her fingers, until she decided that her mouth would be a better place to put it. After adjusting her body, she tried to swallow it. She couldn't claim to be an expert at giving blowjobs, as she'd hardly had any boyfriends to practice on, but at least she had the basics down. Her lips kept a tight grip on it as her head started bobbing up and down, and Trevor's sudden groans gave her the impression that she was doing good enough. "Trevor, get your ass in the middle of the bed." Tanya ordered. "And take those boxers off!" Haley released him and moved to one side, and she had to leave the bed to do it. Her father, having excited and pushy females on both sides, did as he was told. Haley moved in on him, willing to forego the blowjob in lieu of something else. When she climbed back on the bed, she reached out to snag her father's cock, finding the moist end her lips had just been sliding on. She straddled him and kept a firm hold on that cock as she aimed it and started her descent. "Here comes your breach." She said. The cock was thick enough to give her shudders as she engulfed it into her folds. She held still for a moment, feeling its firm pressure against her soft walls as these chills continued, and these incredible sensations became even more pronounced once she picked up a motion. She didn't have to wonder where her mother was, as Tanya also straddled her father, around the chest, and she began planting kisses all over Haley's mouth and face. Her hands weren't idle, either, as they found and toyed with nearly Haley's entire body. As experienced at making love as her parents were, they had all manner of techniques and tricks to show off to their nubile offspring. The little family switched spots, with Tanya and Haley front to back on the bed, and Trevor over them both and continuing to breach his daughter. Tanya hands were again everywhere, especially on Haley's breasts, and the assault on so many fronts brought more pleasure to Haley than she'd ever thought possible. Trevor decided to modify their places one more time, when he put Tanya and Haley front to front, and left his daughter's ass arched up into the air. This was the best spot as far as Haley was concerned, as her father's thick rod was fully penetrating her. The twofold assault continued, with Trevor groping and sometimes playfully slapping at her ass, while Tanya was able to suck in and handle her swaying tits. Trevor squeezed her ass one final time, even as his cock rumbled into her depths, and she actually started shaking when she felt him shoot his essence. He slowed the speed of his thrusts into more bearable motions, but regardless, Haley didn't stop moaning until the cock finally made its retreat. Finally, her parents gave her a chance to lie on the bed, as the entire time she'd been on top of someone. The erotic play continued well after the sex was over, as Tanya demanded a torrent of kisses from her, and when he became jealous, Trevor decided to butt in and steal some kisses of his own. At the end of it all, Haley was deeply satisfied with what she'd done, as all the grief she'd caused to her parents over the last few days was erased by the act of physical love they'd shared. This physical love in turn augmented their familial love, and Haley vowed that she would never again betray their trust. It was a good night for them all, and as she was falling asleep in her mother's arms, she wondered what happenings would take place the following day, when the Heartbreakers and the Fillies would have their final showdown. Heartbreakers 1.08 Sunday, Day Nine. Heartbreakers: SPECIAL MEETING CALLED, TOP DOG VS TOP DOG, NO OTHERS. CAN YOU HANDLE THE TRUTH, BITCHES? Fillies: TIME AND PLACE. BRING IT, WHORES. WE'VE BEEN WAITING. Heartbreakers: SCHOOL PARKING LOT, 10 AM. Bethany, the leader of the Fillies, stood before the granite block that bore the name of the high school. It was such an ugly monument, as it was just a plain block with smoothed edges and carved letters. She wondered how much the school had shelled out for it. Whatever they had paid for it, they got screwed. It was a windy morning, cloudy and cold enough that Bethany wore a stylish blue ski jacket with yellow and pink striping. Under the jacket, she wore a black blouse with a few silver swirls, and covering her lower half was a pair of very expensive and tight designer jeans. The wind had whipped her crimson hair around, until she'd pulled it back and tied it into a ponytail. Last of all, but not least, were her sunglasses, which carried a price tag even higher than her jeans. She saw the silver Audi pull into the lot, and checked the time on her phone. It was 10:08. Her enemies were fashionably late, but she would have done the same if their positions had been reversed. The Audi pulled up close to the sidewalk, and she saw that the driver wasn't Mindy, as she'd expected, but one of her lieutenants. "What's up, bitch?" Shelly called out, once her window slid open. "What's up, whore?" Bethany shot back. "Where's your mother? I'm surprised she let you come out by yourself." "She's waiting for you somewhere else." Shelly replied. "What we've got is highly volatile, and we're not taking any chances. I'll take you to her." Bethany frowned distastefully, before stepping to the car. She got into the passenger seat. "Get ready to cry, bitch." Shelly said, as she put the car in drive and circled around toward where she'd come into the lot. Bethany said nothing. She didn't need to. She was too high up in the food chain to deal with mere lieutenants from the enemy. The Audi drove down the main drag, which was still largely deserted, partly because the churches hadn't let out yet, and partly because of the less than picturesque weather. They were headed toward the freeway, but before they reached it, Shelly made a turn onto another street. This was where a lot of the overnight lodging in town was located. When Shelly turned into a motel parking lot, Bethany made a note of the establishment's name and location. It might come in handy later, as Bethany was always looking for an edge against the Heartbreakers. The Audi pulled up to the curb. "Room 218." Shelly told her. "Get the fuck out my car, bitch." Bethany made her exit. Before she'd even reached the stairs to the second floor, the Audi had already turned around was heading for the street. Her adversaries were being extra careful, Bethany observed, as they were taking great pains to keep their presence hidden. Her interest was piqued as to what Mindy had up her sleeve. She was finding it very hard to believe that the Heartbreakers had already matched the Challenge the Fillies had set out for them, and especially in only nine days, when it had taken her squad damned near a month to complete things on their end. A whole lot of fucking going on, she smirked. More likely, Mindy had realized that they wouldn't be able to do the Challenge, and was now trying to talk her way out of it and save face. That's why they chose the weekend, and not a school day, Bethany reasoned, and that's why they were being extra careful. She reached Room 218, but she didn't knock. She simply pushed the door open and stepped in. She was expected, as Queens like her and Mindy didn't go through trivialities such as announcing themselves to a reinforced piece of wood. The room was sparsely furnished with a bed, a dresser with a TV on top, and a joke that somebody called a table and two chairs. Mindy was sitting on one of those chairs, apparently not doing anything but thinking, and her phone was sitting idle at her side. She wore a white blouse that showed off a conservative amount of cleavage, and her own pair of expensive jeans. Bethany noticed the ankle-high white boots; they were cute. "Shut the door, bitch." Mindy said. Bethany kicked it closed with her foot. "Do you have something for me, or don't you?" "Sit down and shut the fuck up." This was interesting, Bethany thought. Usually, Mindy and her sparred with words, like two expert fencers feeling each other out. They'd lash out at each other, sometimes striking, sometimes missing, and sometimes overextending themselves and leaving themselves vulnerable. She didn't sense any of that from her nemesis, this time. Bethany walked over to the second chair and parked herself on it. Mindy slid her phone across the table. "Find the picture album with the title Challenge on it." Bethany scooped the phone up, but she didn't start fiddling with it right away. Instead, she looked at Mindy. Her adversary looked bitter, almost angry, and again, this was so unlike the Mindy she was used to. Mindy wasn't even looking in her direction. If her rival had an ace up her sleeve, she should have been gloating over it. Bethany started going through the phone. She found the right album, and she tapped the phone to open it. She saw the first picture there, and she read its little caption, before she flipped over to the second picture, and then the third. The gravity of what she was looking at started to dawn on her, and after seven or eight pictures, she set the phone back on the table. Her mouth had gone dry. "We just buried you." Mindy said. "I want you to say it." "I'm not saying anything." "I want to hear you say it." Mindy repeated. There was a hard edge there, and something more, but Bethany couldn't tell exactly what it was. "What does it matter if I say it or not? You know where we stand right now." "It matters to me." Mindy's voice was tinged with anger. This was so contrary to their usual games, Bethany considered. They were always games of mental chess, of backstabbing and subterfuge. They were never games of emotion or violence, but here she was seeing a whole new side of Mindy. "Why did you take the captain of the football team away from me?" Mindy asked. "Because I felt like it." "And why have you been butting heads with me ever since?" "Because you think you can get everything you want, and I'm going to show you that you can't." Mindy took a deep breath. "I want you to admit that we buried you, because I'm stepping aside. I'm letting one of my lieutenants take over the Heartbreakers. Maybe more than one." To Bethany, this was the biggest shock of all. "You can't do that. We're two sides of the same coin. It's through our rivalry that we prop each other up, and if you step aside it would ruin both of us. Your little club will fall apart without you." "I know this." "Then why would you do that, and especially right now when we only have a couple of months left in our senior year?" Mindy's gaze went from the wall across the room, to a spot on the carpet only a few feet in front of her. For several long moments, she held her tongue. She sighed. "My lieutenant, Shelly, and I had a long talk yesterday. She pointed some things out to me. She's been my best friend forever, and she's been watching me, and she noticed a few things. I hadn't connected these things about myself, but she did." "What the hell are you talking about?" Bethany asked. Mindy laughed. "I'm talking about your tits. I'm talking about your hair and your looks, and everything about you. The reason I go out of my way to piss you off, is because I've been trying to get your attention any way I can. I'm in love with you, and since I can't have you, and since you don't want me, I've been pretending to hate you all this time." Bethany saw Mindy's face tighten, as if some inner pain was threatening to overwhelm her. Mindy was either telling her the truth, or she was one of the best actors Bethany had ever seen. "Say it." Mindy reminded her. Bethany was looking for the angles that were always there between them, the many layers upon layers of deception, of moves and anticipated countermoves. This time, she wasn't seeing any of them. "Are you really going to step aside?" Bethany asked. "Even if it means you'll lose everything as a result?" "Yes. I can no longer lead the Heartbreakers, now that I know how I feel about you." "Okay, then I admit it. The Heartbreakers kicked my ass. You buried the Fillies, and you buried me right along with them." "Good. So what are you waiting for? Get the fuck out of here." Bethany left her chair and went to the door. She stepped out, while behind her, the door closed itself shut. She started her walk to the stairwell, running her hand along the edge of the security rail, and thinking about the massive changes that were going to rock their high school in less than twenty four hours. One of the two major Players in the Game was no longer going to be there, and that meant that Bethany was going to be the undisputed Queen of the entire campus. She was about to start down the stairs, when she paused in mid-stride. Her foot hovered in the air, heading down toward the first step, but now she brought it back on even ground. Back in Room 218, Mindy was probably crying over her. In her soul, she felt this. For some reason, this started to bother Bethany, but she didn't understand why. Mindy was her enemy, and had always been her enemy. There should be no compassion for enemies. She took that first step down the stairwell, but she found that she couldn't go any further. "What the hell is wrong with me?" Bethany asked herself. All she had to do was walk down the street a little bit, and use her phone to call up a ride. She knew plenty of people that would have jumped at that chance, and she would soon leave that sleazy motel behind. What was holding her back was that she had many opportunities to ignore Mindy and her pack of whores, when she could have left their feud behind, but she'd never done it. Why not? Why had she always gone back to stir the shit with Mindy? Why couldn't she let sleeping dogs lie? Unwittingly, Mindy had told her the answer, albeit in reverse. The reason Bethany kept starting trouble with the Heartbreakers, was because she wanted Mindy's attention. Sure, it gained her notoriety with the entire school, and it made Bethany a force to be reckoned with, but there was more to it, wasn't there? The rivalry was more between the two leaders, than it was between the two clubs. Bethany hated Mindy, and Mindy hated Bethany, on the surface level. But on a deeper level, Mindy really loved Bethany. So, why did Bethany hate Mindy so much? She thought of Mindy, sitting alone in that room and crying, and about to walk away from everything she stood for, all because she supposedly loved Bethany. "Well, shit." Bethany cursed, before she gave in to her impulse and started back to Room 218. Queens didn't knock, but here was Bethany standing in front of a door that was closed to her, and here she was knocking. "What the fuck do you want?" A very small voice came through from the other side. It was Bethany's turn to take a deep breath. "I want to hear you say it, and you know what I'm talking about." It took a moment for the door to crack open, and inside, she saw Mindy's normally beautiful face, marred with watery eyes and teary cheeks. Despite her distraught appearance, Mindy still held her chin up and managed to look dignified, and very much like the Queen that she truly was. With a cracked voice, Mindy said the right three words. They were the perfect words, the magic words, and they reached a very profound place inside of the redhead at the door. As a result, a multitude of things happened deep within Bethany's soul. Things tore apart, and things broke into pieces in some places, while in other places, things were revealed and exposed, and things that had been wounded began to heal. "I want to come in." Bethany said, softly. A moment later, the door to that motel room closed shut. The wind had died down, and the clouds started to lighten as if the sun was breaking its way through. Maybe it would turn out to be a good day, after all. The End... or is this merely the beginning?