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Because

By: dv8tor



"BECAUSE YOUR MOTHER IS A SICK, FUCKING PERVERT!"

The words still rang loud and harsh in my ears, eight hours later. As I drove toward the setting sun, paying little attention to the passing landscape, I once again recalled the last conversation I had with my father.

I had just finished my second year at Ohio State when I learned that my father was leaving my mother. He dropped by the dorm early this Saturday morning to inform me of his decision to leave her. His appearance was rather disheveled and he fairly reeked of alcohol.

"Why did you come here to tell me this?" I inquired.

"I wanted you to hear my side of it before your mother filled your head with lies and half-truths," was his response.

"How am I to know which of you isn't telling the truth?"

He stared out the window, an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, while he pondered my question. Slowly, he turned to face me.

"I guess you will have to discern where the truth lies yourself, Robert. You are a grown man now and I feel certain that you have learned that every lie has some kernel of truth in it."

I began to probe for reasons behind this seemingly rash action. He was evasive, saying that the two of them had developed irreconcilable differences. His demeanor deteriorated when I refused to accept his Clinton-like equivocations.

"Look, Robert…I came here to tell you this personally, out of respect for you as a man, as well as my son. I could have just as easily sent you a letter or an e-mail, but felt the right thing to do was to stand before you and admit my own failure. However, I don't think you are entitled to know some of the very personal aspects of your mother's and my life together."

"Bull shit! If I am not entitled, then who is, the friggin' court system?" I blurted. "Suppose she contests the divorce or the property settlement? Then all your dirty linen is going to be aired for the entire world to see! Do I have to wait until I read it in the papers?"

My outburst was a result of my frustration, and frankly, I was getting angry.

"I don't think that is likely to happen, Robert. There will be no contest of the divorce. I am giving her everything and I am quite sure that she wouldn't want her "activities" to become public knowledge."

"What activities? What the hell are you talking about?" I almost shouted. "What could she possibly be doing that would warrant you just packing up and absconding into the night?"

Dad turned away from me and walked toward the window. With shaking hands, he tried to light his cigarette. He threw it on the floor in disgust when he realized he had lit the filter end.

"Is Mom having an affair? Is that it?" I asked softly.

"Oh, if it were only that simple," was his mumbled reply.

"Is she gay? Is she sticking an ice pick in your ear while you sleep? Did she fill your gas tank with water?" I inquired.

"No, no. Don't be silly," was his response to each of my questions in turn.

"Then what the fuck is wrong? Why are you divorcing her?" I asked as I reached out and grabbed him by the arm and spun him around to face me

That's when he blurted out those hateful words.

"Huh?"

"You heard me, Robert. You just won't leave it alone, will you?"

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

Dad looked away for a moment before once again fixing his eyes upon my incredulous expression.

"Are you sure you want to know, Robert? You may learn things that you might wish you didn't know."

"Like you said, Dad, I'm a grown man now and I am certainly not wet behind the ears anymore. I am well aware that people are not always what they appear to be, and the twenty-first century has brought about many changes in what is perceived as acceptable behavior."

"Hmmm, perhaps. But what I am about to tell you is a bit beyond the "New Morality" or rather, the lack of morality you seem to infer. You may find it all quite shocking."

"Oh, I seriously doubt you can shock me."

"We'll see," he said softly as he stumbled over and sat down on the bed. This time he was successful at lighting his cigarette. I handed him an empty soda can to use for an ash tray as I moved a chair over to the edge of the bed and sat down, waiting for him to continue.

"Well, as you probably know, your mother has always been a bit of an exhibitionist."

"Yeah, the short skirts, low-cut blouses. But gee, Dad. She always looked great!"

"I agree. She looks ten-years younger than the forty-three she actually is. Lately, though, she has become a bit of an embarrassment. She quit wearing panties and the skirts have grown even shorter. You should hear some of the comments the women, and even some of the men utter when we are out in public."

"Hmm, I guess that is a bit bold. Couldn't you get her to at least put on some sort of g-string or something?"

"I tried, Robert. I mean we even had arguments about it. She always insisted that the panty lines would show and ruin the way her dresses hung."

"I can understand that. The girls here in school subscribe to the same notion. At first I found it quite distracting, but I have become quite accustomed to it and I no longer drop pencils in class for the furtive peek up the occasional short dress," I grinned.

"Ha ha ha! I see nothing has changed since I was in school," Dad laughed.

"So, does that make Mom a pervert?"

"Flirting and flashing is just a harmless game, and one I used to enjoy when we were younger. No, Robert, it gets worse."

He paused, then leaned forward, as if sharing a confidence. "Much worse. Are you really sure you want me to continue?"

To be honest, not only was my curiosity aroused, but so was my libido.

"Yes. I really want to know, Dad."

He leaned back and started at the ceiling. "One of the notable changes in your mother began about a year ago. She insisted that we leave the drapes open in our bedroom all the time, even when we were having sex. She confided in me that it gave her a great thrill to think someone might be watching us. I went along with it because it did seem to give her more intense orgasms. Hell, I found it a bit titillating myself!"

"Heh-heh. I have a girlfriend who is like that. She is always pressuring me to fuck her in public places. She says the thrill of getting caught adds a new dimension to sexual pleasure."

"Hmmm, I have read that exhibitionism is at an all-time high. I wonder if the Internet has contributed to that in any way," Dad said thoughtfully.

"I don't know about contributing to it, but the Internet has certainly provided the medium for people to explore that aspect of sexuality with little fear of recrimination."

"Well, anyway, like I said, I too found it a bit of fun to do it with the windows open. A little added spice in a twenty-four year relationship, so-to-speak."

"So, what gives?" I prompted as he grew silent.

"Oh, sorry. I was gathering moss there for a minute."

He snuffed out his cigarette then stood up and started pacing around the room.

"Having sex with your wife in front of an open window is not exactly legal, but it is certainly fun. But then I started catching her openly masturbating in front of the same window, in broad daylight or fucking herself in the living room while watching porno, windows and drapes wide open."

"Wow, really?"

"Yeah, not only that, but she would sometimes play wither herself while sunning out by the pool or even when we were driving in the car. The fights we had over that were intense. She claimed that it was simple fun and was a lot better than having an affair. She said she really liked the idea of people watching her. It made her feel good about herself. I told her it made her look like a cheap whore. She didn't care much for that."

This was a surprise, yet one I somehow found arousing. Sure, it was my mother we were talking about, but such blatant sexuality can be most exciting.

"Did she ever say what brought all this about?" I asked as I squirmed in my seat.

"She did say she ran into one of her old college chums, Marie, who had just moved into town. The woman had a reputation for similar behavior back in the old days and never given it up. Apparently your mother found this intriguing and started to emulate Marie."

"She started going out on Friday and nights. She said she was just hanging out with some of her girlfriends. I didn't give it much thought, especially since I was always late coming home on Friday nights anyway."

He stopped pacing then looked me hard in the eyes.

"She got arrested last night."

"Arrested! For what?" I asked incredulously.

"Indecent exposure," he spat out.

"Indecent exposure? Ha, bet that'll cool her heels. What did she do, flash a cop?" I snorted.

"Hardly. It appears that her "Friday night out with the girls" was anything but. Instead, she and Marie were going to one of those Adult Theaters on the outskirts of town and putting on a little masturbation show for the patrons."

"Wow! I would think that is rather risky. One could get in a lot of trouble doing that, and not necessarily from the Police either."

"Yes. I was aghast when the arresting officer informed me what she had been detained for."

"I don't understand, though. Everyone knows that the whole purpose of those Adult Theaters is to give singles and couples a place to play discreetly. Hell, I've been in there myself a few times. Everyone, men and women alike, are either wanking or playing with each other."

Dad just looked at me and frowned. "Guess you are more like you mother than me. I would never consider doing such a thing."

"Whatever," I muttered. "But why did they arrest Mom?"

"Guess she was not so discreet. The officer said he found her and Marie totally nude in the back seat of her car, frantically fucking each other with a double-dildo while several guys were peering in the windows and wanking. Such a display was bound to draw the attention of the cops."

"Holy Shit! That's an invitation to rape if I ever heard one!"

"So she was told by more than one authority on the subject at the police station. I had to listen to several lectures while I was bailing them out."

"Wonderful. Now the whole town is going to know about her escapade."

"No, at least not for now. I fixed it before the hearing this morning. Called in an I.O.U with the D.A. and he arranged to have the charges dropped."

I tried to discreetly move my growing erection to a more comfortable position. Unfortunately, this did not go unnoticed by my father.

"You sick little shit! You're sitting there, getting a hard-on!"

Flustered, I blurted out, "What do you expect? You stand there, telling me about my mother showing herself and friggin' her puss in front of perfect strangers and I'm not supposed to get aroused?"

"She's your mother, for Christ's sake! What the Hell? You want to watch your mother play with herself while you pull on your cock? You're even sicker than she is!"

He stomped across the small room and yanked the door open.

"I wash my hands of both you wankers! Go home to your mother! I'm sure you two have more in common than I have with both of you combined!" He fairly shouted as he slammed the door in my face.

Although it is only a six-hour drive, it seemed to take forever before I pulled into the driveway. As I switched off the ignition, I saw the front door open and a woman in shoulder-length blond hair and black mini-skirt stepped out onto the porch.

"Robert? My God, I didn't expect you home until tomorrow!" She exclaimed as she hurried over to my car.

"Mom?" I asked as I perused the curvaceous form approaching.

"Yes, Son, it's me. Like my new look?" She said as she twirled about while I stepped out of the car.

As I closed the car door I took in her "new look".

Her once, close-cropped, auburn hair now glistened a strawberry blonde in the incandescence of the street light. Her figure, although still full with the voluptuousness of a middle-aged woman, was well-toned. Her waist was much narrower than I remembered, accenting the fullness of her breasts and the sensuous curve of her hips. Her brown eyes fairly sparkled as she stepped over and gave me a hug.

The press of her breasts against my chest caused a sudden surge of hormones within me, giving rise to my already excited libido. I was careful not to press my hips against her least I give myself away.

"I like it, Mom. You look absolutely FABULOUS!" I sputtered as I backed away from her embrace.

"Thank you, Robert. I have taken a new interest in health; you know, getting in shape and all that. Makes me feel much better about myself."

"You're looking pretty fit yourself. You've been working out, huh?"

"Yep. Since I don't get out and play ball any more I felt it would be best if I at least put some time in at the gym every day. Helps keep the mind sharp," I replied with a grin.

I went to the back of the car and unloaded my personal possessions from the trunk. As we carried my things into the house, Mom's exuberance started to fade. By the time we had deposited my things in my old bedroom and returned to the living room, she had grown almost pensive.

"Your Dad won't be home tonight, Robert," she said softly as she sat down on the end of the couch.

"I know, Mom. He stopped by the college this morning and told me about it."

Her eyes grew wide and a slow flush spread upwards from her neck. "What did he tell you, Robert?"

I had given great thought to how I might respond to such a question on the long drive home and had decided to hold my own council, at least for the time being.

"Not a lot, he just said the two of you had reached an impasse wherein your differences were irreconcilable."

Slowly she smiled and her attitude brightened appreciably. "Well, that's true enough. We have done little more than fight for almost a year. I think we fell out of love a long time ago but were both just too stubborn to admit it.."

"Whatever, I think that is between the two of you. It's obvious you aren't overly distraught about it."

"True enough. I know it might seem a little crass, but my girlfriend, Marie, and I were going out to sort of celebrate tonight. I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow. I guess I'll just call her and cancel our outing," she said as she reached over to pick up the phone.

"No, don't do that on my account, Mom. I'm afraid I would be poor company tonight. Between a long week of finals and the drive home, I'm kinda' tired."

"Are you sure, Robert? I mean, Marie and I can always go out some other night."

"Quite positive, Mom. You two go out and have a good time, I insist. I'll get some rest and tomorrow is just the first day of a nice, long summer vacation for me. We can get reacquainted then."

At that moment, a flash of lights against the front window announced Marie's arrival. A quick tap of the horn was heard as Mom jumped up and kissed me on the cheek before reaching down to pick up her purse.

"You're a dear. I won't be out late," she said as she walked briskly to the door.

"Have fun, but don't get arrested," I said as she stepped through the opening and into the night.

She stopped dead in her tracks. Slowly she turned around and looked at me intently. "Robert, wha…"

"Don't give Marie a reason to beep the horn again. I'll be fine," I said, cutting her off in mid-sentence.

She hesitated, then stepped outside and closed the door behind her.

"Whew, she looks hot! How-in-the-Hell could my Old-Man walk away from a dish like that?" I said aloud to an empty room.

Mom's absence provided the opportunity for me to scope out the premises and try to determine the veracity of some of my father's claims. My first stop was her bedroom. As Dad had said, the blinds were open and the curtains were tied back. Her bed was now parallel with the outer wall of the house with the headboard on the wall nearest the window. I walked over and stood in the very narrow gap that separated the bed from the wall. My eyes were immediately drawn to the hand-held vibro-massage which lay on the floor next to the nightstand. The television/VCR remote was on the pillow. Out of curiosity I clicked both units on and hit the play button. I was pleased to note the imagery on the TV was a porn video, but not one suited to my particular taste. It showed a young guy who had obviously just finished masturbating to a rather messy orgasm, since his chest was covered in cum.

"Heh, she must have watched this and jerked-off before getting ready to go out," I muttered.

The evidence before me combined with her choice of evening attire left little doubt as to the truthfulness of my father's claims and what she intended to do to "celebrate" tonight.

Like any good snoop, I took a survey of the contents of the nightstand and discovered several more toys in residence. A quick perusal of her porn library revealed several "Amateur" tapes as well as a variety of movies, most of which were the typical stuff one finds in Adult bookstores.

The amateur tapes were of particular interest. Most depicted average couples involved in various types of sex-play. The one thing they all had in common was sex in public places. Everything from women and men masturbating in public parks and stadiums to fucking in cars was there.

"She really does like exhibitionism," I muttered as I put all the tapes back in place.

I wasn't kidding when I told her I was tired. After putting all my things away and stripping down to my jockey, I turned on the TV and lay down upon the couch, whereupon I promptly dozed off.

I awoke with a start. For a moment I was disoriented, then the events of the day came flashing back. I looked around, wondering what had disturbed my sleep. My eyes fell upon my mother, who was seated in the chair across from me.

She was staring intently at my groin, oblivious to the fact that I had awakened. Her legs were slightly parted, affording me a nice view of the insides of her thighs and the thick patch of auburn hair nestled between them. Never taking her eyes off my crotch, she slowly lifted the glass she held in her hand to her lips.

Not wanting to spoil the moment, I lidded my eyes almost closed, observing her through narrowed slits. My cock started to swell, as much from her intent gaze as from the view I had of her most intimate parts. Her eyes seemed to grow wider, and she leaned forward as if to get a better view. In the process, her legs parted further and I could see small droplets of moisture upon those softest of curls.

"Oh my," she sighed softly.

Then she seemed to recover. She slowly stood and walked over to where I lay, and sat down on the edge of the couch.

"Robert, Robert honey. Wake up and go to bed," she said softly as she brushed her hand against my forehead.

"Wha, oh, Hi Mom," I said as I rolled over on my side and rubbed my eyes.

"What are you doing sleeping out here, Robert? Why don't you go to bed?"

"Yeah, right. Guess I dozed off. You and Marie have a good time?"

"It was OK. We had a few drinks, but the whole town is quiet tonight,"

"I guess everyone is at the fair over in Brooksville," I replied.

"You're probably right. I had forgotten all about the State Fair. No wonder there was so little traffic."

She looked down at me as I sat up. My erection was making a tent out of my shorts, but I pretended not to notice.

"I'm going to go hit the sheets, Mom," I said as I stood up, allowing my crotch to pass within inches of her face. I smiled to myself as I heard her gasp softly.

"Good idea, I think I'll do likewise," she said in a squeaky voice.

I lay in the dark, patiently waiting until she had turned out all the lights and retired to her room. Then I quietly got up and put on some clothes. Soundlessly, I slipped out the back door and carefully made my way over to her bedroom window.

I was neither surprised nor disappointed by the view within her room. I guess she was far more aroused than I had hoped, for she hadn't even bothered to remove her clothing before laying upon the bed and attacking her puss.


Because



Her skirt was pulled up around her waist and her right hand was busy at the juncture of her outstretched legs. I salivated at the sight of her hand, moving up and down as she rubbed her clit. I quietly eased my trousers down and edged closer to the window.

"Oh God, I am so fucking horny!" I heard her gasp.

I decided to take a chance, and moved right next to the open window. Being careful to keep my face in the shadows, I thrust my hips forward into the light cast by her bedside lamp. Then I grunted softly as I stroked my aching cock.

Mom's head snapped around as she heard my grunt.

"Who are you? What do you want?" she said softly as she pulled her skirt down to cover her pubes.

Doing my best to disguise my voice, I mumbled, "Just another horny wanker who likes to watch women jerk-off."

"Who, how did you…"

"Your open window is an invitation I can't refuse, lady."

"Ummmm, you do have a nice cock," she said as she sat up and put her legs over the side of the bed.

"You have a nice pussy. Play with it for me," I grunted.

She stood up and slipped her dress over her head. Then she sat back down on the edge of the bed and spread her legs apart.

"You like my little pussy?" she said as she spread her labia apart and allowed a finger to slide up and down her wet slit.

"Yeah, almost as much as you do,"

"He, he, you're right! I love my little pussy. See how wet it gets when I rub my little button?"

"Umm, wet. Fuck it for me."

"Oh yeah, I'm gonna fuck it good," she replied as she opened her night stand and extracted a rubber cock.

She didn't even lick it. She just spread her legs a little wider and pushed the thing in like a hot knife through butter.

"Ooooooo, that feels so good. I love it when a hot stud watches me fuck myself. Looking at your cock is making me soooo wet."

"Would you like to have this fat cock buried in that hot cunt of yours?" I said.

"Not really. I just want to pretend this dildo is your cock. Can you be happy with that?" She asked as she stopped stroking herself momentarily.

"Of course! I rather watch you masturbate anyway,"

She seemed satisfied with that as she slowly reclined on the bed. "Good. You stroke that wonderful cock of yours while I fuck myself with this toy. I want to see you cum all over my window. Will you do that for me?"

"Yeah, real soon too. You're so fucking hot I am almost ready to explode."

"Ooooo, you nasty, cock-stroking pervert. Cum for me!" She grunted as she pumped her pussy vigorously with the dildo while rubbing her clit with her other hand.

"Oh fuck, I can't hold back. Gonna cum," I gasped as I felt my seed rising up within me.

Mom lifted her head off the bed and watched intently as my fist flew up and down the length of my shaft. As the first jet of spray hit the screen, she cried out.

"Yesssss, oh GOD YESS! She squealed.

Her head rolled from side to side as her hips bucked up and down against her hands.

I emptied my balls against her window, splashing cum all over the screen and the outside sill as she writhed on the bed.

Suddenly she sat up and pulled the edge of the bedspread over her nude form.

"You better leave quickly. My screams may have awakened my son and if he catches you out here he'll probably kill you."

I slid into the darkness and made my way hurriedly back into the house, stripping off my clothes as I went. I padded down the hallway in my bare feet, tossing my garments into the darkened recess of my room as I walked purposefully to my mother's bedroom.

I tapped lightly on the door. "Mom, are you all right?" 

She came to the door and opened it slightly. "I'm fine, Robert. Just twisted my ankle a little bit as I tripped over one of my shoes. Go back to bed. I'll se you in the morning."

"OK, Mom," I said as my cock swelled again in response to the aroma of her sex wafting through the narrow opening.

As I lay in bed, I thought I heard soft moans coming from within Mom's bedroom. I followed suit and stroked myself to another couple of orgasms before falling off into a dream-filled slumber.

CHAPTER TWO

The next morning I awoke to the smell of coffee and frying bacon. Ravenous with hunger, I quickly donned a pair of shorts and made my way to the kitchen.

"Hi Mom. How's the ankle this morning?" I asked as I stepped over and gave her a hug.

"My ankle? Oh yeah, my ankle," she replied as a flush spread from her neck and up to her cheeks. "It's fine. Just a slight twist, no sprain or anything."

"Good, I'm glad," I said as I poured myself a cup of coffee.

As she put two plates of eggs, bacon and toast on the table, Mom asked, "Did you sleep all right last night?"

"Sure. Why?"

"Well, I could hear you tossing and turning for a while after you went back to bed,"

I really wanted to say something like, "I was tossing all-right, just like you were," but instead I said, "Oh, you know how it is, getting used to a bed you haven't slept in for a while."

She smiled warmly as she sat down next to me.

"Marie is coming over this afternoon. We thought we might do a little sunbathing by the pool, since this is the first really warm weekend we have had since last Fall."

"Great! I might even join you two after I take care of a little shopping expedition."

"Shopping? Whatever for?" Mom asked.

"Oh, something special, you'll see," I said with a smile.

Before finally falling asleep the night before, I had devised a plan that would fulfill most, if not all of my fantasies and that of my lovely mother. Having Marie come over played well into my plans for this afternoon.

After a shower and a hurried good-by kiss to my mother, I drove to the local PC and Electronics emporium and picked up the items I needed that I didn't already have in my old computer lab. Two hours and several hundred dollars lighter on my credit card, I walked in the door and deposited my purchases on the desk in the den. I then proceeded to disconnect all the cords from Mom's computer and moved it to the same location. I was in the process of taking the case cover off when Mom and Marie walked into the den.

Each of them was clad in the skimpiest of bikinis. My jaw nearly dropped to the floor at such a lovely vision of female flesh and sexuality.

"Wow! Good thing I am young and in fairly decent shape. The sight of you two women would give most men a heart attack!" I blurted.

Mom fairly glowed at the complement.

"I take it that you like what you see?" Her companion said softly in a throaty voice.

"Ummm, Yeah. You could say that," I affirmed.

"Robert, this is my good friend Marie. I know you have heard me talk about her and the fun we used to have in college. She just moved back into town a few months ago and we have been having a ball ever since."

"So I understand," I said with a smile. "Hi Marie, I am very happy to meet you at long last," I avowed as I stood up and took her proffered hand.

Marie's red-tipped fingers were just like the rest of her, long and lean. Her peaches-n-cream complexion fairly glowed in contrast to Mom's deep tan. Her breasts were small with tiny little nipples that stood up in rigid attention beneath the thin fabric of her bikini. Her full lips were painted the same shade of deep red as her finger nails Those lips, now parted in a wide smile, looked like the kind that would swallow a man whole, just from a simple kiss. Her most unusual feature was her green eyes. They weren't the usual blue with a greenish cast, but more the color of emeralds. They seemed to sparkle as if they held a secret that was known by no other. Framing her classic European features was a cascade of long, black hair, the smell of which filled my nostrils, making me want to bury my face in those rich tresses.

"Damn, Sharon. This is your "little" boy? He sure looks to be quite the man from where I stand," Marie gushed. "I just bet you are quite the Stud on campus, Robert. I venture the women in your classes leave little puddles on their seats when they get up."

"Marie! What an uncouth thing to say!" Mom admonished.

"Oh Pshaw! It's not like you don't utter the same, Sharon." Marie seemed to eye me like a choice steak, looking me up and down several times before reaching out and wrapping her fingers around my upper arm.

"Whoo-hoo! Now that is what I call a nice physique! Boy, if I was a little younger, I'd trip him and sample some of his wares right here on the floor."

Feeling emboldened by Marie's obvious lack of decorum, I decided to enjoin her teasing with a little repartee' of my own.

"Well, Marie. If we were alone it might become a contest to see just who would be the tripper and who would be the tripped."

"Oh my, he gives tit-for-tat, too. What an absolute treasure you have here, Sharon. Even though you are his mother, I cannot see how you could possibly keep your hands off such a fine specimen," Marie enjoined as she turned about to face my mother while reaching behind herself to pass her hand gently over the front of my shorts.

"I saw that, Marie. If you don't keep you hands off him I'm going to send you home to your rubber toys," Mom exhorted with a laugh.

"You do that and I won't share them with you anymore, Sharon."

"Marie!!" Mom gasped as she blushed crimson.

"Oh give it a REST, Sharon. Robert is a grown man now and I am sure he is well aware that women like to jerk-off as much as men do. He probably just doesn't know that some women do it even more often than he does, and I bet he does it at least once every day, right Robert?" Marie said with a sly smile as she tossed her long, dark tresses over her shoulder and looked back at me.

"I, uh, well," I stammered.

"Look at him, Marie. Now you have him all embarrassed. I'm sorry, Robert. I guess I should have warned you about Marie. She is an uncouth and incorrigible tease."

"I'm sorry, Robert. Did I embarrass you?" Marie leered.

"No, not really. You just gave me a bit of a hard-on and if it doesn't go down soon I'm going to have to excuse myself and add one more session to my daily quota."

"Good. I like it when I can give a man an erection. Tell you what, Robert. If you decide to go take matters into hand, lemme know. I'd love to watch. Makes my pussy all wet just thinking about it," Marie said as she reached down and cupped her sex.

Now I REALLY had a hard-on, a painful one that was more than obvious. This state of affairs was noticed by both of them. Mom blushed deeply and averted her gaze while Marie stared openly.

"God Damn! That is some impressive ordinance you're packing in those shorts, Robert. Why don't you take it out and show us how it's loaded."

"Now that really is quite enough, Marie. This is my son, not some hunk you picked up in a bar. Behave yourself or I WILL ask you to leave." Mom exclaimed in a stern voice.

Marie just stared at my Mom for a moment, then she seemed to suddenly deflate.

"You're right, Sharon, and I do apologize, Robert. I seem to have stepped over the boundaries of decency."

"It's all right, I really didn't mind," I said with a smile. "I actually find it quite refreshing to hear a woman speak her mind in such unequivocal terms. I think I am going to like you a lot."

Momentarily mollified, Mom stepped around Marie and approached the desk. She looked down at the stack of hardware I had assembled then looked over at me. Like a magnet, her gaze fell to my distended shorts.

"Robert, can you pull yourself together long enough to explain what you are doing here, or do we need to afford you a little privacy first?" She asked with a mischievous gleam in her eye.

I reached down into my shorts and rearranged things so that my discomfiture was not so noticeable.

"Need some help with that, Robert?" Marie asked.

"Damnit, Marie!" Mom barked.

"Sorry, couldn't resist," Marie responded.

"No problem, Mom. I'm setting up a little fantasy helper," I said with a smile.

"A what?" They both asked in unison.

"A fantasy helper. Never mind, I'll explain when I'm finished. Now why don't the two of you go back outside and worship the sun and let me get this little project going."

"OK, OK. To hear is to obey," Mom said as she turned to her friend. "Let's do as he asks, Marie. I know my son and we'll get nothing out of him until he is good and ready to tell us."

I leered appreciatively at Marie's well-rounded derriere as she sashayed out the door. "No wonder she's still single. I doubt if there is a man alive who could keep her satisfied all by himself," I muttered to myself as I turned back to the task at hand.

It didn't take but an hour to install all the components and configure my Mom's PC to function the way I wanted. Satisfied with my efforts, I made my way to the back yard to tell them I was finished.

I stepped outside and paused to enjoy the view. Both women had removed their tops and were laying face-down upon the side-by-side chaise lounges. The soft murmur of their voices carried to my ears, though the words were unintelligible over the drone of the pool pump.

My bare feet made no sound as I approached their semi-nude forms.

"You can't tell me you don't desire him, at least in the most abstract way," Marie said softly.

"Even if I did, I could do nothing about it, Marie. He is my own son, forbidden fruit and all that."

"Nonsense, girl. The only reason that old taboo exists is that issue of such a union is often malformed, or worse. It certainly has nothing to do with having a little fun."

"Marie, what makes you think a stud like Robert would have anything at all to do with a woman who is twice his age, as if the question has any merit to begin with?"

"Hah, either you are blind or simply refuse to acknowledge what your eyes have already told you, Sharon. I know lust when I see it and he looked at both of us with the same humid eyes that those clowns at the bar did last night."

"You may be right, Marie, but I still think the whole idea is moot."

"Oh I know I'm right. The itch in my pussy and the juice running down the insides of my thighs tell me I have never been more right in my life," Marie exclaimed as she slid her right hand beneath her.

"Don't do it here, Marie. I don't even have to look but I would bet a weeks' pay that you have you hand in your crotch," Mom said with a chuckle. "If you start fingering that sweet pussy of yours I'll have to do the same thing and Robert could step out here at any time."

"Ooooo, now wouldn't that be something… Robert coming out here and catching us both masturbating ourselves. I bet he would have that nice cock of his wrapped up with Rosie and her sisters in a flash."

"STOP IT, MARIE!" My cunny is already on fire from this naughty little conversation. Don't make it any worse."

"Shit, I guess I really shouldn't have gone there, for now I'm truly flowing….Ummmmm" Marie moaned softly as she slipped a finger within her waiting orifice.

"Damnit girl! I asked you not to do that out here. Go shut yourself in my bedroom if you need to get off that bad,"

"Oh Sharon, don't be a fuddy-duddy. I'm just gonna' squeeze off a little quickie. No one but you and me will ever know,"

I back-tracked a few feet so that I wouldn't be in their line of sight should either of them open their eyes. I could still see the lower part of each of them and hear their voices. I watched with growing enthusiasm as Marie's buttocks began to clinch rhythmically. I could hear her breathing become ragged as she started humping her hand.

"Oh Gawd, I'm so freaking wet!" Marie gasped softly.

"You bitch! Now you got me going!" Mom snorted as she too thrust her hand down the front of her bikini.

"Oh God, Sharon, I'm gonna cum!"

"Damnit Marie, wait for me! I'm almost there!"

I watched in mute fascination as first Marie then Mom each brought themselves to shuddering climaxes. My cock ached for attention and though I was seriously tempted to pull it off right there, I chose to make my way quietly back into the house least my presence was discovered.

Once inside, I dashed off to the bathroom. It didn't take but a few quick strokes to bring me the much-needed relief I sought.

I leaned against the sink, gasping softly, almost overwhelmed by the intensity of my release. "Damn, I'll be amazed if I don't wear blisters on that thing before the day is over," I thought to myself.

With my composure restored to some semblance of normalcy, I went back into the den and once again reviewed my plans. Where there had been some doubt before, none remained after what I had just heard and seen.

As I stepped back out onto the deck, whistling a little tune, I watched both women perform that little slight-of-hand maneuver that puts a top back on without revealing anything.

"Well, ladies. My task is complete. If you care to step inside, I would be most pleased to give a little demonstration,"

They gave each other a quizzical look before rising and following me into the den.

"Ladies, what you see before you is the latest technological advancement, guaranteed to fuel your fantasies and provide relief from them, all in one fell swoop," I said as I gestured grandly at the computer.

"Huh? Looks like my old PC to me," Mom said. "What's the other screen for?"

"Yes Ma'am, it is that but it is also so much more." I said with the voice of a would-be carnival barker. "The purpose of the second monitor will become apparent as time progresses. Please take your seats."

I led them to the chairs placed in front of the computer screens.

In the process of upgrading Mom's computer I had added a capture card which enabled me to use Mom's Cam-corder, (which was placed high up on the bookcase about ten feet from where they sat), a USB web cam which sat on top of one of the monitors, and a second video card which enabled the dual-monitor capability of her operating system.

I began my spiel.

"Since the two of you have this marked affinity for watching other people jerk-off while they watch you do likewise," I paused as both their faces grew wide in astonishment. Mom was the first to speak.

"What the Fuck are you talking about, Robert?"

I looked down at her and smiled.

"Mom, Dad told me the whole story. He told me about the Adult Theaters, the public parks, the lewd displays, the open blinds and how the two of you got arrested night before last. He told me everything."

Mom's jaw fell open and tears welled up in her eyes as Marie exclaimed, "That lousy Son-of-a Bitch!"

Mom buried her head in her hands and sobbed softly. I moved quickly to kneel by her side.

"Mom, please Mom, there is no need to cry. I support everything you have done, fully," I said softly as I placed my arm around her shoulders and drew her close to me.

"He Promised! He promised me that he wouldn't say a word to you about Friday night!"

"It doesn't matter, Mom. I understand. I probably understand your needs even more than you do. What you are going through is not unusual."

"What could you possibly know about it, Robert?" Marie asked softly.

"Far more than you realize, Marie. Did you ever stop to think that our very culture, in all its Puritanical roots, gives rise to such desires? Don't you know that by denying something to someone you increase the desire for that which is expressly forbidden? It is a natural course of events."

"I still don't see…" Marie muttered.

"You will, Marie, you both will," I said.

I looked at the two of them and watched as they regained their composure. Once I was satisfied that they had accepted the situation, I continued with my little lecture.

"You both derive great pleasure in skating on the edge, right?"

As they both nodded in assent, I pressed on. "Marie, you get a lot of satisfaction out of shocking others. For you it is a game, one that you usually win but are always looking for someone who can best you at it. Correct me if I'm wrong."




Because



"No, Robert, you're right. You are actually one of the few men I have ever met who was quick to play and who understood the rules even though they were never laid out."

"It isn't that difficult. One just has to be willing to cast aside the definition of propriety that society has ingrained into us all. After that, it is only a matter of paying attention to what is being said and thinking on your feet, so-to-speak."

"Exactly!" Marie smiled warmly.

"OK, Robert. You know our little secret and you are obviously comfortable with that knowledge. I think I can accept that, though it is still rather embarrassing," Mom said.

"You embarrassment will fade. I look at it as being no different than the time you caught me and Joe jacking-off with a couple of Playboy's when I was thirteen."

"Ha, ha, ha! I had forgotten about that. Yes, I see you point now, Robert. I caught you jerking-off and now you have caught me. Guess we're even, huh?"

"Yeah. In any event, like I said at the beginning of this presentation, since you both have these desires and proclivities, I have come up with a way for you to indulge them without fear of arrest or discovery. In college we called it "Virtual Sex", although I still think of it as mutual voyeurism."

"How would you like to be able to watch your choice of hundreds of cocks; thick, thin, fat and skinny and pussies of every size and shape being played with, stroked and fucked and know that all of that is happening because of the things you say and do? Just imagine, guys getting fully naked and jerking their meat because you are showing them how you love to play with yourselves. All this in the comfort of your own home without fear.? Does that appeal to you?"

"Sounds like heaven to me, Robert," Marie sighed.

"Yeah, it sounds great, but what's the catch?" Mom said with a grin.

"No catch, here is how it works."

I booted up the computer, then I loaded the cam software. The three of us appeared on the screen in living color. I manipulated the screens so that the webcam view was on one monitor while the more distant view from the cam-corder was on the other.

"Wow, neat trick. What's next?" Marie asked.

Then I loaded one of the webcam sights. In the matter of a few seconds I had six different men and one woman's video on the screens.

"Wow, look at that!" Mom exclaimed as she leaned forward to peer at one rather immense cock that almost filled his little viewing area.

"Holy shit! That guy's shoving a dildo up his ass!" Marie gasped.

Then I clicked on the line that was labeled, "Hotmomnfriends". The video opened and showed both Mom and Marie from the neck down.

"Wow, that's us!" Marie chuckled.

Then I opened the "Hotmomnfriends2" cam. It showed the view from the top of the bookcase.

To make a long story short, I showed them both how to use the software, the text chat and even the voice chat. It wasn't long before they were engaged in ribald comments with the participants and feeling quite at home with the software.

"The videos aren't very fluid, Robert. Some seem to be faster than others, but all of them are rather slow." Mom complained.

"That's because this is a free site and the bandwidth is very limited," I responded.

"The what is what?"

"Never mind. You can get faster video on the pay sites, although it still isn't as fluid as watching a movie. That is a limitation of the current technology. In the next couple of years it will continue to improve as better compression codecs are implemented and more bandwidth becomes available."

"Whatever, I didn't follow any of that, did you, Marie?"

"I got as far as, "never mind", then he lost me," Marie laughed.

"Well, if this isn't to your liking, you can always go back to the Adult Theaters." I smirked.

"Robert, that really was uncalled for," Mom sneered.

"Sorry, lousy joke."

"Can you show us one of the pay sites, Robert" Marie asked.

I loaded up my favorite site, using my login and password.

"Oh yeah, this is much better," Mom said as she opened several different vids.

"Shit, there are a lot more couples on this one," Marie exclaimed as she leaned forward to enlarge one particular video.

"Yeah, this is really hot!" Mom affirmed.

Once again my cock was aching to be free of its confines, so I figured now was the time to finish breaking the ice.

"Well, does anyone besides me want to get naked and join in the festivities?" I asked.

"Hell yeah!" Marie chortled. "I was wondering when we were going to get to the good part."

"How did you learn of these sites, Robert?" Mom asked as she clicked on a new vid.

"Hell, Mom, I've been jerking-off on webcam for over two years! I met several of my different girlfriends this way."

"Like Mother-like Son," Marie giggled.

They both swung their heads about to regard me as the sound of my lowering zipper rang in their ears.

"Oh yeah, take it off, big boy!" Marie said as she stood up and removed her top. "C'mon, Sharon. Get nekkid!" Marie said as she slid her bottoms to the floor and stepped out of them.

I was stroking my cock languidly as I looked down at Mom.

"Uh, I don't know about this, Robert. I mean, yeah, I want to play too but it ain't right for you and I to do it together."

"Why not, Mom, if you can let a perfect stranger watch you play, why not me?"

"He's got a point, Sharon. Besides, you told me once you would love to watch Robert play with it." Marie said with a sardonic grin.

"Marie!!!" Mom exclaimed

"Don't worry, Mom, the feeling is mutual, I assure you." I said as I ran my fingertips down the length of my swollen member.

Mom watched my hand with interest. When I grasped my shaft and began to stroke it slowly, Mom's eyes grew wide.

"You were outside my bedroom window last night, weren't you Robert?" Mom asked as her left hand moved up to caress her throat.

"Yes, it was I who blasted cum all over your window, Mom. Watching you fuck yourself was the hottest thing I have ever seen. I don't know which of us enjoyed it more."

"That's my Sharon, can't remember names but never forgets a hard cock," Marie chortled.

I sat down next to Mom and edged closer to her.

"Do you have any idea how hot it made me to watch you, Mom. When you lay back on the bed and started to go to town on yourself, I thought I had died and gone to heaven."

I was stroking myself just mere centimeters away from her left thigh. She stared fixedly at my hand as I slid it slowly up and down the turgid length of my cock.

I glanced over at Marie who was also gazing at my actions. She had her legs draped over the arms of the chair and was thrusting two fingers into her wet snatch as she tweaked her nipples with her other hand. When I turned my attention back to Mom, I noticed her right hand had descended to her crotch. I could see the tiny motions of her fingers as she pressed against the folds of her sex.

Marie reached over and hooked her fingers into the waistband of Mom's briefs and slowly started to ease them down. Mom moaned softly as I brushed the head of my cock against the side of her leg.

I reached over and untied her top as Marie lifted Mom's legs and slipped the bikini briefs completely off.

Mom's eyes never left my cock as Marie and I each took one of Mom's legs and draped it over the arms of the chair. Marie took Mom's right hand and placed it on her pussy. Like it had a mind of its own, Mom's hand began to rub gentle circles around her clit. Soon, her left hand joined in, parting the folds of her furry pleasure center then sliding first one, then two, then three fingers into its waiting depths.

For a while, the three of us just lay back and enjoyed ourselves. For me the view was as intoxicating as the finest liqueur. Suddenly Marie jumped up.

"I can't stand it anymore. I gotta have that cock!" She exclaimed.

With surprising strength, she spun my chair sideways and in an instant, was astraddle me, fully impaled upon the swollen tumescence of my desire.

"Oh Gawd, you feel so fucking good," Marie panted in my ear as she bounced in my lap.

"Oh yeah, fuck him good, Marie," Mom gasped as she leaned closer to peer between our sweating bodies.

"Oh Sharon, you silly bitch. You don't know what you're missing." Marie said between gasps.

Suddenly, Marie let out a scream as she dug her nails into my back.

I don't know why I hadn't cum yet. I guess it was because of the manual release I had achieved only a short time earlier. In any event, as Marie eased herself off me, she revealed my still swollen cock, now slick with her juices, to my mom's wide-eyed gaze.

"Oh fuck it, I don't care anymore!" Mom exclaimed as she stood up and grabbed me by the hand. She led me to the couch, then pulled me down on top of her as she fell back into the cushions.

"Fuck me, Robert!" She hissed as she grabbed my cock and guided it into the moist confines of her pulsating pussy. Then she reached around and dug her fingernails into my ass. "Fuck my nasty old cunt with that magnificent cock of yours, make me cum, Robert!" She whispered in my ear as she bit my ear lobe.

My head was spinning, my senses threatening overload as I felt Marie's hands and mouth between my legs and upon my ass. Mom's arms were wrapped tightly around my shoulders and the warmth, ohhhh, the incredible warm wetness of her sex grinding against my loins.

"Harder, harder, FUCK ME!" She screamed.

"Fuck her, Robert, Fuck her Good," Marie chanted in my ear as she slipped a finger into my anus.

I was swimming in tits and pussy. The sounds and smells of sex filling my mind. I was suddenly aware of another warmth pressing against the top of my head. I raised up and fastened my lips upon the dark, wet folds of Marie's pussy as she ground it into my face.

"Eat that pussy, you nasty little Mother-Fucker," Marie gasped as I pushed my tongue into her gaping snatch.

Mom was grunting and panting, driving herself against me with increasing fervor. I felt as if I was riding an unbroken bronc. Suddenly Mom let out a keening cry.

"Yessssss, OH MY GOD! Oooooooo!"

Her legs and arms wrapped even tighter around me as the walls of her cunt rippled in spasm. That was enough to push me over the edge and I too cried out my orgasm. Like waves crashing on a beach, my own release coursed through my body, leaving me gasping for air as I tried to extricate myself from the myriad arms and legs around me. I rolled off onto the floor, panting like I had just run a three-minute mile.

CHAPTER THREE

It never ceases to amaze me how quickly women recover from even the most intense of sexual escapades. I was still lying on the floor, trying to take inventory of all my "parts" while Mom and Marie were headed back over to the computer. They were both laughing and giggling like school girls as they took turns typing on the keyboard and feeling themselves and each other up. I propped myself up on one elbow and watched for about ten minutes before I finally got up and went into the kitchen for something to drink.

"You guys want anything while I'm in here?" I shouted.

They both affirmed they would like a soda, so I popped a couple of cans and took them with me back into the den.

"What the Hell is that thing she's using?" I heard Mom ask as I set the opened beverages on the desk.

I looked to where she was pointing, and smiled.

"That's called an "Eroscillator", Mom. One of my old flings had one that her Mother had given her. She always said that if you want a clit vibe, there is nothing better. See the little star-shaped wheel at the end of it? Well, you just slip that part underneath your clit and off into orbit you go."

"Ooooo, I gotta get me one! Just look at her! She's enjoying the hell outta that!" Mom said.

I looked over at Marie who was staring intently at the monitor in front of her and rubbing little circles around her clit with the index finger of her right hand.

"What are you getting worked up about, Marie?"

Marie turned her head and smiled up at me.

"Watching that threesome, Robert. I've always wanted to try double penetration but have never gone any further than two dildos at once. Makes me hot watching her get it from those two guys, even if they are a bit chunky," she said as she brought her fingers to her mouth.

"That's damn sexy, Marie," I said as I watched her slip her fingers in her mouth and twirl her tongue around the tips.

"Well, fingers are all right, but I much rather suck on that cock of yours, Robert."

"Ummm, always happy to oblige a lady," I snorted as I walked around the back of the chairs to stand next to Marie.

She reached out with her right hand and cupping my scrotum, pulled me toward her waiting mouth. As her lips fastened around my rapidly rising erection, her left hand descended to her lap and took up where her right had left off.

"Shit, I'm going to go get my vibrator," Mom said as she slid the chair back and stood up.

She returned shortly with the electric vibro-massager and a couple of vibrating dildos. She set the dildos in front of the webcam, standing them up like little toy soldiers. Then she started laughing as she leaned forward and typed on the keyboard.

Marie disengaged herself from me for a moment in order to lean forward and take one of the vibrators off the desktop.

"Yeah, this is what I need right now," she said as she leaned back in the chair and took me in her mouth once again. As she did, she handed me the vibe. I didn't need an instruction manual to know what it was she wanted me to do.

Mom suddenly leaned forward and enlarged a particular vid. She scrutinized it carefully for a moment, then leaned forward and typed a quick series of words. She sat tensely, awaiting a response.

"Aha, I thought so," she exclaimed as her fingers flew across the keys. "That's Sarah Carson."

"Sarah, Carson? You mean the widow who lives next door?" I asked incredulously.

"The same," Mom replied.

Both Marie and I stopped what we were doing to lean closer in order to read the exchange of text between Mom and Sarah.

"How can you tell, Mom? I only see crotch and legs," I asked.

"The tattoo on her left thigh, Robert. I thought it looked familiar since it is so unique. I asked if she might be Sarah and she acknowledged that she was, but please don't speak her name aloud or type it in public chat. Guess she wants to remain anonymous," Mom chuckled.

"Whose leg is that in the background?" I asked.

Mom typed the question.

"Holy shit! That's her daughter back there!" Mom exclaimed.

To sum up what we were reading on the screen, it seems that Wanda, Sarah's 26 year-old daughter, had walked in while Sarah was "playing" and had joined in, being careful to stay out of camera range.

"She confessed to being a consummate voyeur. I don't know if she is enjoying watching me or the computer," Sarah typed. "She wants to see your cock up close, Robert."

I grabbed the camera off the top of the monitor and brought it down to the table top. Then I moved slowly, waving my ever-proud erection in front of the lens.

"Oh Fuck Yeah!" The text read in response.

Mom reached over and picked up the phone. After a couple of moments, she was heard to say:

"Why don't the two of you come on over and sample some of it first-hand? I'm sure Robert wouldn't mind, would you Robert?"

"Heaven's no! No such thing as too much pussy," I responded with a leer.

"Look at what your influence has done, Marie. Now my son's vernacular is almost as tacky as yours," Mom laughed.

"He does learn quickly," Marie laughed.

I remember fantasizing about Wanda back during the days when she used to baby-sit me. Since she was six-years senior to me I had never envisioned seeing her any closer than the edge of her bedroom window; a place one could find me on almost any Friday night after she came home from a date. My mind flashed back to the vision of her writhing beneath her covers as she would masturbate herself to sleep. I sometimes wonder if the stains I left on the wall outside her bedroom were still there.

Now, it appeared as if those fantasies and more were to be realized.

"Robert, they agreed to come over and play with us but you have to shut-down the overhead camera. Sarah is going through a messy divorce and she doesn't want to take any chances," Mom said as she hung up the phone.

I shut down the link on that camera, but left it running. It had a tape in it and I wanted to preserve this day for posterity (or rather, wanking material when I returned to college, hehe).

A short time later, Mom was escorting the two women into our little den-of-iniquity. I was immediately taken by the one factor I had forgotten about our neighbors. Both women were exceptionally tall, each topping six feet in height. The similarities didn't end there. Although there was a twenty-year difference in age, the two of them could almost pass as sisters. Both were full of bust and hip and walked with the poise of aristocracy, no excessive swing of the hips here. Their eyes were a sapphire-blue, set behind long lashes. Small, full-lipped mouths, opened in wide smiles, revealed perfect teeth that glistened the white of driven snow.

The differences were just as noticeable, though. Where Wanda's blonde tresses hung long and straight to the middle of her back, Sarah's flame-red hair was coiffed in curls that barely touched her shoulder. Although each had the same physical structure, Sarah had about twenty pounds on her daughter, all finely proportioned. Her busier (the only thing she had on once her terrycloth robe was discarded) pushed her magnificent breasts up into two well-rounded mounds, the pinkish brown of her aureoles barely visible.

As I walked over to the newcomers, I was keenly aware of their appraisal of me. Side-by-side they stood, looking first into my eyes then further down as Mom took their robes and draped them over the back of the couch.

"You're looking great, Robert," Sarah said as she stepped forward to give me a kiss.

"You too, Ms. Carson," I mumbled as her lips fastened upon mine.

"I think we can forego the "Ms. Carson" bit now, Robert. I much prefer a naked man to address me by my given name, if you know what I mean," she smiled.

"Sorry, you're right , of course. Some habits, like masturbation, are hard to break," I responded with a grin.

"I hear that! I've been masturbating for the past thirty-five years and that is one habit I refuse to give up! Right girls?" Sarah laughed as she stepped back and looked around the room.

"Hear-hear…yeah…you got that right!" Was the chorus of responses.

"If I don't get at least two cums a day, I become a real bitch," Marie averred as she stepped closer.

"I apologize. Sharon, Wanda, this is my good friend, Marie. We went to college together and she just recently moved back here from California," Mom said with a flourish.

Sarah walked over to the couch and lifted her robe. Reaching into the pocket, she pulled out a long, golden colored device.

"I brought my eroscillator over, Sharon. You said you wanted to try it out," Sarah said as she brandished the device like a magic wand.

"Ooooo, yeah! You'll have to show me how it works," Mom gushed as she took the device from Sarah's hand.

As Mom, Marie and Sarah gathered at the end of the couch to discuss the merits of Sarah's favorite toy, Wanda closed the space between us, then embraced me like a long-lost lover.

"They can play with their toys, I want the real deal," she said in a throaty voice as she reached down between us and grasped my cock.

I nearly came right then as she slid me between her thighs.

"See how wet I am?" She whispered into my ear. "I nearly came without touching myself when I saw you fucking your mother. God! That was Hot!"

She was now rubbing the head of my cock along the length of her slit. Although I stood a full six-feet tall, her legs were several inches longer than mine and it was a simple matter for her to rise up and slide herself onto my achingly hard cock.




Because I Can



First time writer so please be gentle with the comments. Thanks.

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Andy,

I just received a frantic call from your sister. Baby Nikki got colic and Amber is freaking out so I will be driving to her place and most likely stay there overnight to help. I left money for pizza. Love you.

Mom

So much for expecting that once I got home it will be different. 

I desolately shut the front door and sighed at the paper I am holding. I am officially eighteen today and nobody, not even the person who carried me for nine months, remembered. Not even a phone call from the man who fathered me who is presently in Chicago for work reasons. Or from my only sibling who lives just an hour away from me. Granted that her two month-old baby was sick, a happy birthday Dee-Dee (Amber's nick to me) would have been enough. But nothing.

To other kids, a parent-less house on your birthday means P-A-R-T-Y. Then again, I am not like them. There is a reason why nobody knew that today is a special day for me back in school: I have no friends. Not even acquaintances. Nada. I have always been a loner, painfully shy and plain. I do not have the looks to warrant a bevy of admirers nor loaded enough to entice them to befriend me. I am ordinary. And not-quite-poor-but-not-quite-rich either. I also do not have extraordinary skills to become part of a group: not athletic, can't sing, barely passing Math, sucks at Public Speaking, can't play any musical instruments.....and the list of my incompetency goes on and on. There were times I surprised even myself. How can one person not have any talent at all? Truly boggles the mind.

I straightened and caught a glimpse of myself in the hall mirror. Not that I'm vain, far from it really, but I'm still a girl. Woman, I mean (I AM eighteen now). And from time to time, I do check myself. I would wonder: Who would be attracted to all that brown? Brown hair, brown eyes...brown everything. And such paleness. Just a few shades lighter and people would think I'm part albino. Acceptable if I did inherit it from a family member. But no. Mom and Amber: tanned. Nana and Gramps, both sides, tanned. Uncles, Aunts and a handful of cousins....sun-kissed and glowingly golden. For some twisted reason, I ended up being the only member of my family (Dad and Mom's side respectively) who never, ever tans. And God bless Mom, of all possible things to pass on to me, I got her height. She's five foot one. Yup. My so-called life in a nutshell: No friends. No special skills. Not smart. Mousy brown, short and white as paper. And of course, Forgotten Celebrant.

"What's up with the face?"

I nearly died of heart attack seeing another person behind me reflected on the mirror. I turned to face the reason I nearly become forever eighteen in this lifetime and frowned a little in confusion. "Trent! What are you doing here?"

"Last time I checked, I live here." He replied then ruffled my hair, "What's for dinner?"

"You LIVED here. Past tense. You're in College now; you're supposed to be at the University."

"I dropped out," he announced with a shrug, "Hated New Haven. Hated Yale. Hated everyone. So I left."

I gaped at him in shock. I lost coherent thought and the ability to speak at once. I envy Trent's life, truthfully. His a Madsen, a.k.a old money, abnormally intelligent (genius level without even exerting any effort), had the knack to learn everything and anything he put his mind into, and naturally athletic (he can play any sport imaginable). And as if those were not enough, he looks so freaking gorgeous. A six- feet two, leanly muscled, green-eyed God with unusual color for a hair that somehow made him more of a chick magnet. Bronze. Yup. Trent has bronze hair that seemed to have a mind of its own. And ironically enough it still ended up looking like it was artfully disarrayed. When God decided to create perfection, out popped Trent Anthony Madsen on a silver Porsche convertible. Unfair really. God could have flicked me a bit of intelligence or some of that ability to master anything. Money, not quite a priority of mine anyway. I'm contented in that department. I don't need much to begin with. I'm not into fashion and bags or shoes that cost more than my allowance? Ridiculous. And the car, I do not care for the style or brand anyway. I just need one. Badly. 

"What I would give to have a camera right now," he teased as I continued looking at him, all gapey and paralyzed with shock.

My mouth closed instantly. Everybody in the family (Trent is family by association) knows how much I hated having my picture taken. I can't stand it. Dunno the exact reason. I just can't. 

"How can you hate YALE?"

"Easily. Not much to it." 

Such nonchalance. I gritted my teeth. I'm starting to feel the beginnings of a usually nonexistent temper. "But it's YALE! Kids work hard to get into that Ivy League School Trent! They manipulate and scheme their way through high school just so they can have the chance to be there. And YOU. YOU dropped out! WHY?"

He rolled his eyes at my outburst. "Because I can."

Because I can.

I blinked. I felt like someone just slapped me in the face. Hard. It's literally an out of body experience. Like when you're seconds away from death and your entire life flashed in front of you? THAT kind of experience. Just by hearing Trent utter the words: Because I can.

Words that I have never, ever said myself.

Tears started to pour down my cheeks and I think I could hear myself cry in sobs. You know, crying so hard you were gasping for breath already? THAT kind of crying.

I kind of forgot about Trent for a minute or two but the fact that he reached out and enveloped me on a tight hug made me remember him. He placed his right hand on my head while his left hand moves to and fro my back, trying to soothe me. I burrowed my face deeper to his chest, soaking his shirt in the process, but he doesn't seem to mind. He just lets me cry. Bawl was more like it really. I ended up hugging him back, my entire body pressed up to him. 

It would have been a bawl-fest but something caught my attention. Even distracted me into silence. Sniffing, I shifted a little. Trent's hand on my back stopped moving. I bit my lip and shifted a little again. There. I didn't imagine it. It's there. Now what...I gasped realizing what it was. I raised my face and gaped at Trent who's trying to look everywhere but at me. I can see the beginnings of a blush creep up into his face and that surprised me.

I just made Trent Anthony Madsen hard. 

Wow. I cannot stop staring at him, especially now that his entire face is red as tomato. And I was the easiest to blush in the family. Imagine that. I can do something after all. And to someone like Trent to boot. I blinked when a certain fact managed to enter my wowed mind: I just had a sexual thought about TRENT.

Huge eww factor. But then again, Trent (ignoring a certain complication for a minute) is Mr. Hunk and Unattainable who for some reason got a massive hard-on in the middle of consoling me. And I did not seduce him at all (like I even know how). He got an erection all by himself.

I cannot help but smile at that last thought. I aroused Trent. Imagine that. I can do something after all. 

Now what can I do next?

I gazed at Trent once again and straightened. Screw non-existent bloodlines, I am a woman on a mission now. I feel empowered. I just discovered my capabilities and if experimenting on my on-again-off-again cousin is what all it takes to strengthen that....well, I'll do it. 

Seeing the look on my face, Trent cleared his throat uneasily. "Andy...."

I just winked at him. 



Because I Can



It was Thursday night and I felt the urge coming on; I needed sex, not affection but rather just hard fucking slutty sex.

I am not interested in prostitutes, I am not interested in easy sluts, no I needed you, the loyal sweet housewife who is missing out on raw nasty fucking and domination your vanilla husband could never supply, and knowing you have never done anything like this before is what drives me.

With your husband out of town on business and your daughter out on a date, I called and told you I was coming over, and amid your protests and quivering voice there was a nervous anticipation in you that could not be hidden. I told you that you should never have contacted me, but you did and now I am going to corrupt you in ways you only dreamt about I calmly let you know. 

I arrived at precisely 7:30 and I walked right in, you were sitting on the sofa as instructed wearing a corset in heels and stockings. There you were slightly overweight, your tits spilling out with hardened nipples straining to show themselves. Our first face to face and you did not disappoint a sign of a good slave. 

You started to say hi, but all it took was the look and a pointed finger for you to quickly learn your place. You are not to talk I warned, unless I ask you something. Like a good girl you silently dropped your eyes. 

I walked casually over, undoing my belt, button and lowered my zipper. My fat flaccid cock rolled out and I pulled your head forward pushing my meat between your red lips. Wrapping your red hair in my fist, I pulled your face forward, not stopping until your nose was tight against my abdomen, my pubic hair scratching your pale unmarked chin and cheeks. Not allowing you to move I began to thrust back and forth feeling myself slowly harden in your slutty mouth.

Your blue eyes widened in shock as you heard a click and the flash blinded you and you realized I was taking pictures of your first infidelity and as you tried to pull away and protest I just grabbed tighter and continued to fuck your mouth ruthlessly. 

Shifting to the side I poked my cock so that it protruded your cheeks outward and continued taking more shots. I was enjoying this, this wife who until then had never been with another man except her husband her high school sweetheart, knowing that after today, you would never be anything more than a slutwife, and make no mistake, you will be an insatiable cock crazed wife once I was done with you.

I finally pulled away, ordering you to stand and strip, leaving just your stockings and heels on. You blushed and slowly removed the corset, your tits hanging and swaying as you bent over to peel it off. 

I grabbed hold of those meaty toys and squeezed them roughly emitting a loud moan from you which only made me slap them from side to side letting you feel the pleasure a slut such as you gets from pain.

I grabbed your hair once again and pulled you upright, your hands instinctively trying to cover your intimate body parts, but with one slap across your face you dropped them quickly. I walked around you inspecting, prodding, and pushing you further to make you more ashamed about the predicament you put yourself into. I told you that I did not normally use and fuck fat women but I felt sorry for you, making you feel even more self-conscious. You were actually just the way I liked my women, but again I needed to feel the power, to make you cower and submit to anything and everything I expect from a slave. 

I pulled you over to the high barstool in your kitchen, bending you over it and handcuffing your wrists to the lower legs on the other side. I rummaged through the drawers until I found a wooden spoon and I slowly began to smack your wide fleshy ass cheeks with it. Once you started to scream I grabbed a dish towel and forced it into your mouth and then I continued assaulting your sexy now reddened bottom.

I took time to stand back and admire my work and then I stepped up behind you. I placed my cock at the open lips of your now wet cunt and slowly pushed in. There is just something special about not asking, just taking, especially when it is her first time. I reached around and pulled the cloth from your mouth and I leaned over whispering that I was just being a gentleman and lubricating my cock before taking your tight virgin ass. Once again you started to protest but a hard open hand to your ass with one hand and a roughly twisted nipple in the other shut you up quickly.

Once I had fucked you enough to make me wet I placed the head at your wrinkled puckered brown hole and I pushed in quickly, twisting the nipple hard to try and keep your mind off of the pain your ass must have been feeling. As quick as I entered I pulled out completely leaving you writhing and twisting as much as you could in that position.

I matter-of-factly informed you it would get better now and I spit on your ass and my hand and I rubbed it onto my shaft and slowly pushed my thick meat back into your waiting rectum.

You tried in vain to push my cock out, expel it from your burning hole but to no avail. I pulled back on your hair to let you know I was in charge and to just let it happen and soon, almost too soon for me you began to rock back and forth, matching me stroke for stroke and I knew another anal slut had been converted.

As I fucked you I could tell you were approaching your first anal orgasm without any vaginal or clitoral stimulation, and that was not in the plans for that day so I quickly withdrew leaving you trying to fuck air, wanting anything to fill that gaping open hole, with nothing to be found. 

I slowly released you from the wrist restraints and forced you to your knees. I pushed my cock into your mouth face fucking you with no thought as to your comfort level, not allowing you one second to even think about what you were doing or sucking. Finally I was there, and I pulled out quickly shooting my wad all over your face letting it run down over your eyes and nose onto your waiting smeared lips, watching you greedily suck and lick in every drop that you could reach with your tongue. With your mascara smeared face I took several more pictures and zipped up my pants. 

I warned you that the next time there you would have a third party, you could choose. Your daughter, your mother or your best friend, but do not disappoint me or else these pictures would be seen by your husband and all of your friends and co-workers.

With red eyes you asked me why I was like that, and of course the only answer was "because I can."

With that I left, and trust me, you will be hearing from me soon for our next appointment.



Because I Care



"David Funicelli! What did you just call me?" Miss Hatch stood, her small hands fisted at her sides, the color high on the otherwise light-olive complexion of her face as she stood at the front of the class trying to teach Literature to her seventh period full of teenagers that, for the most part, didn't want to be there, didn't give a shit about the material. 

"Nothing, Miss Hatch," David lied, the grin on his face showing his lie for what it was. Another five guys around David were doing their best not to bust out laughing, and others snickered or tittered behind cupped hands. Everyone in that class, as well as pretty much every kid in school, and many of the faculty also, knew Miss Hatch's unfortunate nickname, and most of them called her that behind her back, when discussing her, wondering how many dicks she sucked, wondering how big of a slut she was to have such a nickname. As Miss Hatch, still upset, regaining her composure with difficulty, the pain in her eyes obvious to anyone who cared to look close enough to see it, continued to teach about authors from a time when being an author brought little income. Andy Domingo saw it, plain as day.

The class ended, and Andy took his time, shuffling his papers together, tucking them in the pocket of his binder, using a folded piece of paper as a bookmark for his copy of Charles Dickens' Bleak House, and carefully depositing the binder and book in his scuffed, worn backpack. Andy had been held back a few grades, most recently being his senior year, quite embarrassing for him, as he had just turned eighteen, and was still in high school, unlike his friends, who had already graduated and were either getting into colleges or getting jobs. His dad, if the asshole was still around, would probably give him a bunch of shit for this, just as he had when he'd flunked eighth grade, but he'd taken off about six months later, and Andy had no idea where he'd gone, nor had he given a shit. Andy's mom worked hard to provide for them both, busting her ass at the tire recycling plant, figurative and literally. Andy held down a part time job at the same plant, slinging tires into the Monster, a shredding machine that ate up old tires and spat out rubber crumbs. 

So, here he was, repeating his senior year, having to be tutored in math, and taking Literature for the second time, though, this year brought an unexpected surprise: Miss Hatch. Miss Hatch had gone to this same high school when she was a teen, before going to college in Massachusetts for a teaching degree. She came back to her hometown the past July when her mother fell ill, and remained here, teaching at the high school while taking care of her mother. Immediately upon her return, that nickname started, and Andy had trouble understanding why, beyond the simple word-play, people would attach such a horrible nickname to such a timid, petite, bookish woman. He didn't share in his classmates' enthusiasm for making fun of her, and he had little patience for others who did. She was an awesome teacher, and thanks to her, he didn't require a tutor for Literature. In fact, he had one of the highest grades in this class, and he owed it to Miss Hatch, who inspired him to try harder, to do better in class. Having a crush on Miss Hatch might've been a part of this inspiration. 

As most of the other students filed out of class, sneering and joking along the way, Andy shouldered his backpack, adjusting the strap, which was always slipping loose, and slowly made his way to the front of the class, working up his courage to say what he felt he needed to say to the tormented woman who now sat at her desk, her teeth clenched, but her composure still in place, at least for the moment, until she was alone, and then nobody could witness the sob-fest that was most likely about to take place. She froze as she realized that one of the students wasn't making his way to the door.

"C-Can I help you, Andy?" she cleared her throat, straightening a pile of homework into a semblance of order, trying to keep herself occupied as so to not betray the tremors of anger in her hands. 

"Miss Hatch," Andy started, and then hesitated. 

She clasped her hands together tightly in front of her, perhaps anticipating some more torment, "Yes, Andy? I'm a little busy right now."

"I'm sorry... forgive my language, but... those guys are assholes."

She flinched, and then realized what he'd just said, "W-what?" 

"And David's the worst of the bunch. I think he redefines that word, and... well..."

To his dismay, tears had begun to form over the lower lids of her big, grey-green eyes as she stared at him, caught completely off guard.

"I didn't mean to... to stick my nose in your business... it's just that, well, I... can't stand the way they talk about you, and that nickname... I don't believe any of it, and I just wanted to tell you that. I know it probably doesn't mean much to you..."

She wiped at her eyes, and, from somewhere within that might've atrophied over the years, she found a genuine smile for him, "Thank you, Andy. Just... thank you. That's so sweet of you to say, and it means a lot to me."

He nodded, captivated by that smile, by the sudden spark of joy that transformed her into someone he could fall for... and was falling for. He wasn't stupid, he knew that teacher/student relationships were illegal, and teachers would bear the brunt of the punishment if discovered. But still... 

"Andy," she spoke unevenly, her voice choked up a little with emotion, "I think you're the first student I've taught that... has actually shown some real kindness to me, since I came back to Longford. And, not surprisingly, you're also one of my best students. I know you were held back, and I'm guessing that you had some real difficulty with the class, but, the way you've done in my class, I don't for the life of me see how."

"Mrs. Gonzales taught it last year, and I guess... the way she taught class... I just couldn't seem to understand any of it. That's why I'm glad you're teaching it this year... you're just a much better teacher than she was. That's probably why she retired, but I don't know for sure. If you also taught math, I wouldn't have any problem graduating this year."

Miss Hatch blushed, humble, and replied with a shrug, "Unfortunately, I'm just awful at math. If not for calculators, my checkbook would be a complete mess. It's too bad I can't have more students in my Lit classes that are half as nice as you; maybe then I wouldn't be at the end of my rope here. I just don't know how much longer I can cope with all the horrible things people are saying behind my back, thinking I don't hear it."

"You know, you ought to make an example of David, maybe show the others you won't tolerate the stuff they're saying."

"I can't let them see that it affects me as bad as it does," she lowered her eyes, frowning slightly.

"I think it only tells them that you won't do anything about it, that they can just walk all over you. If you show them you won't stand for it, maybe it would help."

Miss Hatch sighed sadly, "I... I just can't. I appreciate your concern, Andy, you have no idea how it warms my heart, but I don't think I can do that... I just couldn't... go through that sort of circus, all that attention..." she shuddered, "I just couldn't..."

"I understand," Andy nodded thoughtfully, "Putting yourself in the limelight like that, on display for everyone to see... I would testify, though, as a witness. I hear it all, from a lot of students."

"It would all be hearsay, though, your word against his, and he would only have his friends tell people that you were heard saying the same things, just as guilty as they."

Andy's brow furrowed with anger, "I've never-"

"I know that," she placated him, "And you know that. It would simply be a defamation of character, making you an unreliable witness. I'm sorry, Andy, I... I just can't... and I wouldn't do that to you, either. Not to mention, the consequences of your attempting to testify, your peers would put you through the wringer."

"Those people are nowhere near my peers," Andy scoffed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't intend to lump you in with them. No, you're not like them at all, are you? Maybe, just maybe, there's hope that there are more people like you in the world. God knows we all need that."

"There's gotta be something that can be done. We can't just let them keep talking about you like that."

"No matter where you go in the world, there will be people like them, dense, cruel, shallow, close-minded, and self-righteous, and no matter what you do, they will do as they do, convinced that there's nothing anyone can do about it. Nothing any of us can do will change that sort of person."

Andy deflated a little at that, seeing the wisdom in what she said, "It's just so unfair."

"I couldn't agree more, Andy," she wiped her eyes again, blotting them with a tissue, "It's unfair, and it's not right...except for you... nobody else has ever come to me to apologize for something that someone else has done or said, not once this whole year, or... well, not ever. That makes you fair, and it makes you right. And that means the world to me. Um, you're gonna miss the bus, aren't you?"

He glanced at his watch, seeing that yes, the buses had left about five minutes ago, but he shrugged, "It's no problem. I can use the walk, anyway. Besides, if I have to sit anywhere near David, I might just put his head through a window. And he always insists on sitting next to me on the bus, because our mothers are friends, and we grew up together."

"Much as a part of me rejoices at the thought of envisioning David's head being put through a window, I wouldn't want you getting in trouble like that over me. The consequences aren't worth the actions."

"So, in that case, I'm happy to walk home."

"Will you be okay walking home? How far from the school do you live?"

"It's just a few miles, I think, if I take a few shortcuts. I'll be fine, but are you gonna be okay?"

Miss Hatch gave a weary half-laugh, "Me? Oh, I'll make it. It'll take more than a bunch of cruel children to keep me down."

Andy nodded, "That's good. They're a bunch of jerks, and not a one of them is half the person you are. Okay, I guess I'd better go. I have some Dickens to get through. He's such a downer, though. Even the title is so depressing."

Miss Hatch laughed again, this one with genuine mirth, "I know, it's just awful how depressing it is, but Dickens is an amazing writer, and he's worth knowing."

"Yeah, I suppose," and, as he walked through the door of the classroom and into the empty hallway, he turned back briefly and added, "But then again, so are you, Miss Hatch."

He walked out of the school, feeling a little better than he had all day, now that he had made at least a bit of his feelings for Miss Hatch known. He was planning on saying more, but then refrained. After all, they were at school, where their surroundings would impose, reminding her that despite his feelings, there were lines not to be crossed. Perhaps, if he happened to see her outside of school, then he might, if it were the right time to do so, that was. Still, even the little bit of exchange between them in her class buoyed him, mostly because she had appeared genuinely grateful for his opinion of her. He smiled a little as he walked, crossing the students' parking lot, hopping the small drainage ditch between the lot and the road, and crossing the street into the empty, weed-choked, gravelly lot. 

Miss Hatch untwisted the shoulder-strap of her sky-blue purse, both comforted and dismayed at it, as she'd had it for years, and it was scuffed, nicked, and a little faded, looking secondhand, but it was still dependable, having lasted her this long. Such could be said about many of the people in Longford... except for Andy, who had completely shocked her with his insight. He seemed to work harder in class, putting up a struggle to absorb everything she taught with a ferocity vastly unmatched by any other student she'd ever taught. And, on top of it all, he seemed determined also to defend her honor. She was glad he'd kept quiet in class, as, if he had spoken out against David, he seemed to possess an anger, righteous though it may be, and he might well have attacked David and would be suspended at the very least, no matter what the reasoning was. And this might put him back yet another year, maybe discouraging him from finishing school at all. 

She walked out to her car, got in, and then looked through the windshield. 

"Damn it!" she cried, hitting the steering wheel in anger. 

Someone had used something sharp to scratch that damned nickname into her windshield in large, jagged letters. She sobbed into her hands, despairing that she would never be shed of that title, not until she went somewhere else, where nobody knew her, and hopefully nobody would come up with it there. She finally sobbed herself out, sniffling, and started her car, heading home to her mother's house to look after her. 

Andy was almost at the corner of Alphman and Franklin, about six blocks from his home, when he saw a gray Honda Civic jerk to a halt just down Franklin, about half a block away. Its tires appeared to be flat. He stopped, debated whether or not to offer assistance, and was about to decide against it, when he saw none other than Miss Hatch get out, looking miserable and frustrated. She smacked the top of the car with a pitiful cry, and stood there with her head on her hands. Andy jogged down Franklin and stopped within a few feet of the back of the car.

"Miss Hatch? Are you okay?"

Miss Hatch jerked back, startled, her eyes wide, and fell backwards, tripping over the small curb and falling to the ground with a short yelp.

"Shit, I'm sorry," he went to her and helped her to her feet, "I didn't mean to scare you. Are you okay?"

"I just don't know anymore," she sighed, her voice sounding hollow, emotionless, "Name-calling and rumors are one thing... but vandalism is a whole different problem."

"What do you mean?" Andy crouched next to the passenger rear tire, examining it, and cursed, "Of course. And it's a slow leak, so you wouldn't even notice until it was too late. I'm guessing your other three tires will look just like this one. Do you have a camera on your phone? You should get some pictures of this."

Miss Hatch hesitated, and then took her phone out. Not that anything might ever come of this, but it couldn't hurt to have evidence of it. She unlocked her phone, turned the camera feature on, and handed it to him.

"No, you can take the pictures," he replied, "I'll have to move the valve stem to the side so you can see where the cut was made. Can you see it?"

Miss Hatch nodded, dejected, despondent, and took a few pictures. From there, he moved to the front passenger tire, and then to the front driver tire, holding the valve stem out of the way at each one, waiting while she snapped pictures, and then ended at the rear driver's side.

"Those bastards!" he thumped the trunk lid, and then winced, "Sorry, this is just a new low."

"If only this was the worst of it," she corrected in that same hollow tone that worried him, and she pointed to the windshield, "You'll probably have to sit in the car to see it."

He got in and looked through the windshield, and yup, there is was: COCKHATCH.

When he got out, shaking with fury, Miss Hatch simply stood, leaning against the car, staring blankly at the ground. He borrowed her phone again, and took five pictures at different angles, until the scratches were visible. He took five more pictures before getting out.

"I'm so sorry, Miss Hatch," he handed her phone back, "I'd like to find out who's responsible for this, and maybe etch a few words of my own into the bastard's forehead."

"But what will it matter?" she spoke flatly, "What will it ever matter? So you catch the person, beat him up. Then what? You'll get in trouble, and it will serve to stop nothing. There'll be five more just like him to take his place. It'll never end."

"Don't say that, Miss Hatch," he insisted, "You've got to have some hope. Otherwise, you just give up... oh shit, don't tell me you're giving up now."

"Andy," she shook her head slowly, still speaking in that tone, and he saw it for what it was, she was giving up, "You're sweet, but it's just too much for me. Everyone has their breaking point."

"No!" he snapped, startling her, her eyes jumping up and finally focusing on him, "Stop that! Just... no more of that. Don't you dare give up."

She tried to speak, and a wretched, miserable sob leapt from her throat again. It seemed she had some more tears after all, and they were hot against her cheeks. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to him, and, as the floodgates of her misery opened once more, he held her as she cried, her hands clutching the front of his tee shirt on either side of her face, accepting the comfort as she might've accepted comfort from her mother after a scary encounter with a stranger, or bad news, letting it out, until her sobs became hitching gasps, and then small, watery hiccups. Finally, her eyes itchy and burning, she felt hollowed out, but a little better.

Reluctantly, as she stepped back, he let go of her, and his arms went back to his sides again, feeling useless, unable to really help. She took a few minutes to recompose herself, and then looked at the car, and another watery hiccup threatened to work her into another bout of sobbing. She swallowed it down with great effort.

"What... what am I supposed to do about my car? I can't afford four new tires and a windshield, not on my salary, not with the medications I already can't afford!"

"Well, maybe I can do something about the tires. I don't know about the windshield, though. Maybe there's some way to buff out those scratches. Something like that'll probably cost a lot less than trying to replace the windshield."

She continued, "And what happens after that? How do I know it won't happen again? How do I know it won't get worse, sugar in my gas tank, windows bashed out? What happens if they vandalize my mother's house? My m-mother wouldn't respond very well to that, she's in no condition for nasty shocks like that!"

"I'd tell you," Andy sighed, "That when you get knocked down, you've gotta get right back up. But you've been doing that all year."

She derided herself, "Oh, please! I've been hiding, scurrying around, trying to dodge attack after attack, hoping it would end, praying..."

Andy shook his head, wishing there was something he could do, or say, that would undo the past year of Miss Hatch's torments, but he had nothing.

Miss Hatch sat down on the curb, her arms around her legs, as if she were trying to scrunch herself up into nothing, to disappear, "Did you know that I grew up here, that I went to high school in the same building you did, even sitting in the same classroom?"

Andy shook his head, "But I figured it, considering you came back to take care of your mother."

"I had friends then, had a social life... even had a boyfriend, if you can believe that," she shook her head as if she could hardly believe it herself, "Football player named Jimmy... I was happy once."

"But something happened," Andy frowned, guessing.

"You see, Jimmy, he... well, I thought he was a nice guy... but, behind that, he was still a guy. I never... never went all the way with him. He wanted that, and I suppose I would've given in... sooner or later... but I did something else. I hoped it would be enough, and I could keep from going all the way by doing this."

Andy's frown deepened; he didn't want to hear this, but Miss Hatch seemed to want to unburden herself of this memory. So he stood there, and listened as she continued.

"It was my first time trying... that... and, well... when he... finished, he held my head on it, and his... stuff!" she spat," He made me swallow it before he'd let me up. But it wasn't enough for him. He wanted more, and what I'd done... it didn't make a bit of difference. And I wasn't ready... I didn't want that, and I was still angry about what he'd made me do, so I said I wouldn't.




Because I Care



"He was pretty pissed off. He slapped me, and he kicked me out of his car, made me walk home. I was pretty stunned, but I walked home. I figured being dumped was the worst of it. But, the next day, I learned that there were worse things than being dumped and forced to walk home. I mentioned that Jimmy was a football player, right? Well, it turned out that the next day, at school, he and most of the other players on the team started spreading this rumor that I had... I had gone down on them all, on that same evening."

Andy's stomach sunk with the knowledge she'd just imparted.

She ended, "Well, I had my nickname that very same day, and the only way I could get away from it was to go to college far from this place, and Jimmy, and all the name-calling, and the rumors. I would've never come back if my mother hadn't gotten sick."

She shivered uncontrollably, huddled on the curb, betrayed, spurned, practically run out of town, and all before she'd even finished growing up. Andy paced, angry, furious, outraged, and unable to do a damn thing about it.

'So, why be angry?' the thought, completely rational, reasonable, crossed his mind, 'Sure, it has its place, but this isn't the place. She doesn't need angry, or furious, or outraged, even if it's justifiable, righteous even. She needs someone who isn't gonna call her that nickname, or start rumors. She needs someone who isn't just another Jimmy, or David.'

"Miss Hatch?" he crouched next to her.

"You now know the worst day of my life," she reverted back to that hollow, dead tone, "You might as well call me Cindi."

"Cindi... Okay. Come on, stand up."

"What's the point?"

"The point is that I'm asking you to stand up, Cindi. You may want to just give up, and sit there, waiting for it all to be over, but I won't let you. People like Jimmy or David, or most those assholes out there are not gonna win. If you give up, they've won."

She shook her head, "It doesn't matter, Andy... not anymore."

"It matters to me!" he snapped, "You matter to me."

She finally looked at him, surprised, and perhaps his words would come as a surprise, especially if they hadn't been spoken before like that.

"Yes, that's right, and I'm right here. And I'm asking you to stand up. Please?"

She started to get to her feet, and he held out a hand to help, which she grasped gratefully. 

"Good," he said, "Now, grab your purse, and don't forget to lock your doors."

Glancing at him every few seconds, she did as he said, and stood there with her purse in her hands.

"We'll worry about getting your car fixed later. For now, come on. We've still got about six blocks to go."

"Where are we going?" she asked, uncertain.

"I'm asking you a favor. It's a tall order, especially considering the kind of shit you've been through, but I'm asking it anyway. Trust me."

She blinked, confused, stupefied, "What?"

"I know, it's monumental, something that's probably new to you," he smiled, "But... I'm still asking, because nobody else in this town deserves it, maybe I don't totally deserve it. Trust me."

She looked at him, trying to understand this boy... this young man, who had been brave enough to stay after class, who had been genuinely angry for her sake, and who had stayed to listen to her worst secret, the origin of her horrible, undeserved, untrue reputation, without being disgusted with her. His dark hair was in need of a cut, but his eyes... behind them was no malice, or malevolence that she could tell, just compassion, and hope behind those clear, dark brown eyes, no sneer, or revulsion on his lips, unlike everyone else's, only determination. He was taller than her five-foot-three, by about eight inches, but he didn't seem to tower over her. He was lean, but fit, could probably have tried out for a sport at the high school and made it. 

"O-okay," she assented.

Heartened, he walked, and she walked beside him, the insipid neighborhood around them crawling by as they passed.

"It must've been hard coming back to this place," he turned to look at her.

"Unbearably hard," she agreed.

"That took some courage. I don't think I'd have been strong enough to do it, sick mother or not."

"You're stronger than me."

"Physically, yes, most likely... but after being treated the way you've been treated, no, that took some guts."

She shook her head, "One never knows until they're really tested. Even the bravest-acting men, when really tested, will run like cowards. The truly brave ones are usually the ones that can be hurt the most but still go on despite that."

"See? I believe you've just proven my point."

"But I was just ready to give up. I want to give up. I'm not strong enough, not for this."

"I'll bet that even the bravest are allowed to want that."

They finally reached his house, a two-story craftsman-style house, which was worn, but still in decent repair. 

"Just my mother and I live here," he looked at it, "My father bailed a while back, but don't tell me you're sorry about that, it's been much better with him gone."

"Is your mother home?" Cindi asked, as if just coming to remember that, despite everything, he was still a student, and she his teacher.

"No, she's still at work over at the plant."

"I don't know if this is a very good idea."

"Have you decided not to trust me after all?" he asked mildly.

She glanced at him, began to argue about crossing lines, and saw his expression, the concern, and shook her head, "No, I trust you... okay."

He led her up the three concrete steps onto the small porch, and she waited nervously while he unlocked the front door. He opened it, flipped on the living room lights, and then stood aside while she went in. 

The interior of the home had seen better days, but it was apparent that Andy and his mother took care of what they had. It was worn, but clean, pleasant, warm. 

"Would you like something to drink?" he asked, letting her look around while he went into the kitchen, "We've got soda, water, juice..."

"Soda is fine," she studied the family pictures on the wall. They seemed one-sided, as if part of each picture had been cropped.

He returned from the kitchen with two cans of 7-Up, noticing her attention on the pictures, "We figured that it would look better around here if Stanley wasn't in the picture, so to speak. Well, I figured, my mother agreed. Here you go."

She accepted the offered can of soda and opened it, taking a drink, and then asked, "So, what did you invite me here for, Andy?"

"I'm still hearing some mistrust, but that's okay. I don't suppose it's just that easy to trust after so many reasons not to. I invited you here because I care. You can't be expected to go through this without someone in your corner, somebody to turn to. That's when you end up on the side of the road, hunched up on the curb, and just waiting for it all to end. Miss Hatch... Cindi... I'm not all that different from the rest of those kids. I can be kind of an asshole, too. Or I could. Do you know Franny Hockstetter? Kind of overweight, glasses, a pretty bad stutter?"

Cindi nodded, "I know her. Why?"

"Well, I'm about to tell you about the worst day of my life."

Andy indicated a spot on the couch, "Sit down, please."

Cindi did so, setting her purse down on the floor at her feet, and took another drink of her soda. 

"Freshman year, I was a bit different. I became friends with a guy named Julian, along with a few of his friends. We'd hang out, cut up a little, and make fun of people. Well, with a girl like Franny, it was pretty easy. She didn't have much going for her, besides her own personal problems, her dad was, or still is, I don't know, an alcoholic. You see, I got to learn this particular bit of knowledge after the fact, but, when her dad drank, he got a bit... overly fond... of Franny."

"Oh god," Cindi covered her mouth in shock.

"Well put," Andy grimaced, "So, one day Julian gets this idea, 'Hey,' he says, 'Let's play a little prank on poor little Franny.' You see, a girl like that, she is desperate to have a friend, anyone she can confide in, but, geez, a boyfriend? Well, for her, that was like winning the damn lottery."

"No," Cindi shook her head disbelievingly, "Please say you didn't."

"Bear with me a little," he stared ahead grimly, "Let me get through it. I've had to hold onto this for over three years. Just let me get through it. So, Julian comes up with this plan, puts it together, and each of us gets a part. I got the hardest part. I was the one who was supposed to be her boyfriend. Lonny, what he's gonna do is start picking on Franny, and I'd be the valiant guy who would stick up for her. Fuck..."

Cindi looked at Andy, horrified, but silent, and he nodded, continuing, "Right, sorry about the language, but it's apt for this. And, according to plan, I come to her rescue, thwarting the bully, gaining her appreciation. She, being so desperate for a friend, is delighted that I, being such a..." he grit his teeth, "a hero... would want to be her friend. She jumps at the chance, and we hang out. You see, part of the plan was to gain her trust, to gain her friendship, and, wonder of wonders, to be her boyfriend. This is Julian's plan... but I could've backed out at any time, told her the truth, and stopped all of this before she could be hurt by it. I didn't. The second part of the plan was for me to lure her under the bleachers in the gym, on the promise of a kiss. She about pulled me, that's how eager she was for the experience..."

He scoffed, putting his drink down on the coffee table, took a few deep breaths, to steady his nerves, and then went on, "She was so happy, so grateful, she was about to get a few kisses under the bleachers with a guy who actually liked her, wanted to be her boyfriend. I still remember that, her smile, the way her eyes glittered like, 'somebody pinch me, I must be dreaming,' and all the while, Julian, Stanley, Nate, and Bo were getting some people together for a little surprise. I'm not trying to redeem myself, just being honest by saying that, at that point, I was feeling about half as shitty as I felt the next day, which is about a tenth as shitty as I've felt every day after, every minute. At that point, I was thinking about saying, 'Hey, you know what, how about we go somewhere else, too many people know about the bleachers in the gym.' I wish to god I had, because I think that would've meant my redemption. But then, what would the guys say? I'd be the laughing stock of the school, have to change my name, move away. I get her under the bleachers, with enough time for one kiss, enough time to think, 'you know, she's got really soft lips.' And then, lo and behold, there were about seventy kids, split up at both sides of the bleachers. They start laughing. I back away, ta-da, trap sprung, one poor, little Franny has been pranked. The look on her face as she realized that I was in on the whole... fucking...plan... and she was demolished. She didn't even have the strength to run away, crying... she just stood there, staring at me, not glaring, she had every damn right to glare at me, and I deserved that and much worse... no, just hurt, 'say it ain't so, Joe!' Nope, no such luck... she was still there when the joke was over... it wasn't over for her, though... no, it wasn't over at all. As Julian and the others and I walked off, I looked back, and she still stood there... it looked as if she'd been hit in the stomach with a baseball bat, and that was all my fault."

"Andy..." Cindi looked as if her anger would consume her, "How could you, of all people, how could you do something so awful?"

"Yeah, how could I?" he said quietly, "I could've stopped it at any time, or even stuck up for her under the bleachers, and shared in the humiliation. I could've told Julian to fuck off, could've done any number of things different. By the way, the next time you see Franny... take a look at her wrists. You'll notice a line on each wrist, going up her arm, because it's down the road, not across the street... that's where, that same night, while her father was passed out downstairs, drunk, she decided to open those veins and let the pain out. Her mother found her, luckily, or unluckily, if you asked her, called 9-1-1, and used hand towels to put pressure on the cuts. Franny was pretty weak, by then, I guess, or she would've fought her off.

"I learned about her attempt the next day. It was all over the school, how fat, stuttering Franny had tried to take a permanent vacation from life. But it was Julian's reaction, his response to the news, that finally broke through my stupidity. He said, 'It's too bad she sucked at killing herself as much she sucks at life.' I went to Principal Garley... he retired my sophomore year... and I told him of my part in the previous day's plan, also ratting out the other guys. He suspended me for a week, and the others for three weeks. I remember hearing him tell me I was suspended for a week, and I was stunned. I mean, I had destroyed a person, a girl who didn't deserve it, a girl who actually deserved good things, I had shattered her so badly that she had attempted suicide the same night... and a lousy fucking week? I knew I deserved worse than that, much worse. The guys were less than thrilled to find out that they'd been ratted on, but Garley never told them who did that."

Andy suddenly punched the top of the coffee table, making his soda and Cindi both jump. He sat back and looked at his hand, some skin missing, not much damage.

"D-did you ever try to reconcile with Franny?" she asked, but it seemed as if it was from a distance.

Andy smiled, but it was hollow, there was no warmth, no joy in it, and it chilled Cindi.

"Yeah... I tried to talk to her. Tried to tell her how sorry I was... the words stuck in my throat. All I could see was the pain, the hurt, that look that said it all... no anger, though... even after... if she had started slapping me, or kicking me, pulling at my hair, punching me, anything... I would've stood there and took it happily, as much as it took to make things right... but it was just that look, and I knew that there was nothing I could say, no word in the whole dictionary that could undo everything I'd done to her. You want to talk about strength, about bravery? The fucking definition of that word should have her picture next to it. After she got out of the hospital, do you know what she did? She went back to school. I remember thinking to myself, 'I don't even deserve to know a girl like Franny. If I had even an ounce of the courage it took her to come back after that, I would've taken her somewhere else, given her that kiss, and as many as she wanted after that, and I would consider myself fucking blessed to have the affection of that girl."

Cindi wiped her eyes, and Andy got up, grabbing a box of tissues to set down before her. She took a few and dabbed at her eyes.

"So, still feel it was right to trust me?" he looked down at the floor.

She looked at him, thinking about this, wondering if she did feel it was right. He suddenly looked older, worn, perhaps fitting in more with the living room of his home than she'd originally thought.

'He looks like he's seen the face of hell,' she thought, something her mother used to say when she'd seen someone who looked haunted.

"If you had been Julian," Cindi suddenly replied, "I would say I'd made a huge mistake in trusting you. Is... is this why you've decided to help me?"

"I've had a crush on you since the beginning of the year, before I even knew what others were saying about you," he answered, "I think you're beautiful, smart, a wonderful teacher, and brave. Helping you, being there for you, that can't undo what I've done. I know that. Still, if nothing else, you give me a chance to learn from my mistakes, to be that guy I could've been if I hadn't been so stupid. I know you're a teacher, and I'm a student, and there are lines that shouldn't be crossed. I'd never want to do anything that would get you in trouble..."

"I suppose that I could look at all this as some sort of trap," she looked around, "I mean, a lot of today, from your talking to me after class, all the way up to now, is sounding more and more like what happened that day, Andy."

"I've noticed the similarities, too. After all, David and I grew up together, so, for a while, we were friends."

She asked, "Is that what this is? Perhaps you're warning me, like you never did for Franny?"

"I told you, nothing that I do for you can undo what I did to Franny. It won't lift my guilt. And learning from my mistakes does not include recreating a prank I regret ever being a part of. This is no prank, no joke, no people waiting to jump out and laugh. I really want to help, to be someone you can count on, and it isn't for redemption, or to atone, but because I care. If you choose not to trust me, then I'll understand, let you call a cab, and I'll never say a word against you. In fact, I don't even know if I deserve your trust. I mean, look at what I've done. Believe me, I wouldn't ever hold it against you for not trusting me."

"I do believe you. And I still trust you. But... there's still..."

"You're not my teacher here," he looked at her, "Here, you're Cindi, the woman who had some car trouble and needed some help. At school, I'll work just as hard, pass your class, and that'll be there."

For the first time in a long time, she thought she felt something. At thirty-three, her personality was already set, head down, get through life, try not to be noticed, and get home safe. She'd resigned herself to the life of an old maid. But, that flutter in her stomach... 

"You're young," she said quietly, "And I'm..."

"I'm eighteen," he declared, "And you're still that girl, the one whose choice in boyfriends was naïve, and that girl deserves to be loved, not shunned."

And, there went that flutter again... was it possible? And, if it was, could she actually act on it, throw away so many years of working on protecting herself from the world? 

"I trust you," there it was, out of her mouth even before she realized she'd even said it.

He came to her, and she threw her arms around him, lines crossed, obliterated, and to hell with them, none of that mattered anyway, and he kissed her. He kissed her deeply, and she loved it, and she kissed him right back, and it was wonderful. And why wouldn't it be? They kissed some more, a few minutes of exhilaration. With him, it was finally having the woman in his arms that he'd been smitten with ever since she had introduced herself to his class. For her, well, wasn't it obvious by now? 

"Are you sure we'll be alone here?" she whispered in his ear.

"Until eight-thirty," he assured her, and kissed her ear.

He picked her up, still kissing her, and made his way to his bedroom. Now that... well, something was happening, that's for sure, she had little time to notice his bedroom, let alone critique the state of it. She let him unbutton the gray-blue blouse she was wearing, and she shrugged it off. He reached behind her, undid her white bra, and set it with her blouse. He began kissing her neck, feeling her hands slide up and down his back underneath his shirt, and then her hands stopped, and she pulled away.

"What's on your back?" she asked.

So he turned around and took his shirt off. Up and down his back were dozens of scars, none more than a quarter of an inch wide, each scar going at least halfway across his back. 

She reached out, tracing one of the scars, "Who did this to you?"

"I told you, it was a lot better when he left."

She leaned forward and kissed his back, "Do they hurt?"

"Not anymore... now, let me kiss your scars."

"I don't have any."

"Don't you?"

He turned and took her in his arms again, kissed her shoulder, her collarbone, and down to her breasts, which weren't big, but proportionate with her petite figure. He touched one, and she shivered.




Because I Care



"Please, at least let me sit down before you do that," she gasped, giggling, "My legs just got weak."

So she sat on the edge of his bed, knelt before her, and began touching her breasts, tracing his fingers along the firm curves, feeling her breath quicken as he neared her areolae, goose bumps raised with the contact between fingertips and her nipples, which almost hurt they were so tender. 

"Hah," she bit her bottom lip, "No, it's okay, keep going. Just remember, I'm very sensitive."

He nodded and resumed touching her. Then he leaned forward and kissed first one breast and then the other. He cupped one in his hand, and began kissing the other, small, gentle kisses, hardly more kissing than brushing his lips against the skin, but each little kiss made her feel warmer, and, impossibly, more sensitive from one to the next, until her body felt like it was vibrating, and was on fire.

Finally, she stopped him, gasping, overwhelmed, "Wait, just a second or two, okay?"

"Did I hurt you? I was being gentle, I promise."

"No, you're amazing, it's just so intense, and I haven't been touched like that... ever! Part of me want to see what happens if you keep doing that to me, but the other part of me is scared as hell."

Andy shrugged, and started to say something, but she stopped him, "Yeah, I know what you're about to say. Let's see what happens, but if I faint, I hope you'll stop until I wake up again."

He leaned forward and resumed kissing her breast, now moving to the other one. He planted kiss after kiss, around in a spiral, using her gasps, whimpers, and moans to guide him, listening to them intensify as he concentrated his kisses much closer to her nipple, and then he opened his mouth and used his tongue, swirling the tip of it around the nipple, and then on the nipple. She grabbed the back of his hair, and the other hand clutched his shoulder, her head back, her mouth open, and one very sensuous moan urging him on. 

She would never have thought that having Andy kiss and fondle her breasts the way he did could bring her to such a powerful orgasm, and, somehow, that made it the more powerful. She clamped her legs together, and strong shudders and shivers wracked her as she came, her muscles twitching, convulsing, and then commenced a slow coast down as her body began to relax, and she fell backward, her arms out, her breaths ragged. She lay there, waiting for her body to calm, feeling her panties, simple white, like her bra, which was somewhere down there on the floor, cling to her, soaked in what felt like a quart of pure liquid pleasure. Andy waited, eager to continue, but willing to wait for her approval. 

With a sigh that turned into a giggle, she admitted, "I think I wanna do that again."

"Then let's do that again."

"But first, I need to do something," she lifted her hips, pushing her black, pinstriped pencil skirt down her legs, and then her drenched panties. Andy slid her low-heeled, black shoes off, and then helped with her skirt and panties, pulling them off and tossing them aside.

Andy eased up onto the bed, leaning over her to kiss her lips, which escalated quickly into another deep, breathtaking kiss, all pretension of control completely out the window. He kissed down her throat, to her breasts, but didn't stop there, instead winding his way down, awed by the softness of the skin of her body, and the silky feel of it on his lips. At her stomach, as he reached her belly button, her thighs parted as she anticipated his direction. He stopped just above the thatch of neatly-maintained pubic hair, dark and silky as her hair, which was now loose and long, and spilled out onto the bed under her head. He kissed her thatch, feeling the soft hairs tickle his nose, delighted to see that she had shaved herself below that thatch, opting to be hair-free around her inner labia. And, speaking of, other than magazines, or certain sites on the internet, he had never seen such a wonder up close before! 

Her outer labia was slightly puffy, but her inner labia was slender, pink, and, nestling up there at the top of those slender lips, was just a bare glimpse of her clitoris, and her aroma, that sweet, slightly musky, intense scent, made him slightly dizzy with yearning. He desperately wished to just bury his face between her thighs, intent on claiming the source of that irresistible fragrance. She slid back on the bed, and then turned so that her whole body rested upon it. He positioned himself so that his head was above her thighs, and then leaned down. He trailed kissed past her pubic thatch, to her right thigh, and each touch of his lips on the delicate skin sent a thrill through her body. Too much more, and she would climax again quite quickly, but she made no move to slow him or stop him, instead guiding him straight to it.

"Please," she urged.

He kissed down to her inner lips, and then slid his tongue along them, tasting her, and knowing that the essence that was seeping from her cause that scent that made him shake with desire. As he parted her inner lips with his tongue, her fingers twined through his hair, tightening as he dipped his tongue inside her. 

"Oh, that's good, it feels so good, please, do that more!"

His tongue found more of her essence, and it was an all-consuming need for him to induce her to produce more for him. Then she began undoing his belt, and his jeans, pushing them down, and he froze as she began touching and kissing his cock, which ached from being confined so long.

"Are you sure you want to do that? You don't have to, you can just let me do this for you."

She smiled, "I'm even more sure now than before you asked."

She took his length into her mouth, sucking gently on him, and he groaned, surprised at how hot her mouth felt, her tongue burning him deliciously, and he couldn't focus. What had he been doing? He licked his lips, and recalled, yes, that's what he'd been doing, and he'd better get back to it. 

His mouth returned to her, and he lapped, licked, teased, stroked at her, in her, feeling her hips lift, relax, lift, her moaning muffled, but definitely louder, and, she suddenly let go of him, her hands grabbing him as her hips thrust forward over and over, and he pressed his mouth to her, because in that instant, his mouth was flooded with her, and, being the source of that unbearably wonderful aroma, he couldn't help himself but to want more of it. As she stilled, he released her from his mouth, his cheeks and chin slick, and slid to the side. He felt almost overwhelmed with raw emotion, elation, excitement, passion, and he wiped his mouth absently, senseless but for the smell of her, for a moment.

"I want more," she said, breathless.

Andy looked at her, "What do you mean?"

"I'd like for you to make love to me now."

"Um... I haven't..."

"Neither have I," she admitted, "But we'll figure it out. Now, please, make love to me now. Don't make me beg for it."

He gathered himself, positioned himself between her thighs, and she grabbed his shoulder.

"I don't have to tell you to be gentle," she said, "I'm hoping you already understand that." 

He nodded, and guided himself so that the tip of his cock rubbed just between her inner lips, and then rubbed the tip against her, until most of the head glistened with her nectar. From there, he eased just the head in between the lips, and she winced.

"You're almost there," she whimpered, "Okay, I think I'm ready."

Andy looked down at her, seeing the tenseness in her expression, and also seeing a beautiful, achingly tender, and sweetly vulnerable woman waiting for him to enter her for the first time, and he almost couldn't. He couldn't deserve this woman's trust, not him, not anyone, as far as he was concerned, not a single man deserved to be where he was at this moment, but there she was, waiting for him to make that thrust, that carnal, purposeful thrust. 

"Stop thinking," she seemed to read his mind, "And be mine."

He wasn't sure whether to ease in, or shove in, so he settled for somewhere in between. Either way, he supposed, it wouldn't make that first movement any less painful for her. Her legs wrapped quickly around his hips, and she cried out with the sudden pain, but when he tried to withdraw, startled, guilty, her legs tightened, and her hands grabbed him, holding him where he was.

"Just wait," she hissed, tears of pain in her eyes, "It'll pass, just wait. It's okay, it's supposed to be like this, that's why... nnnnnn! That's why it's so special. Nobody else will ever have this moment with me, just you... sss... just be still, and let it pass..."

He didn't move a muscle, at least not any he could control, and, though his heart raced with the persistent guilt of the pain he'd just caused, his body remained still, his cock being throttled by the tightness of her. Slowly, her legs relaxed, and her hands eased from his shoulders, sliding down to his sides.

"Okay, now, slowly, gently... sssss... no, keep going, just like that, it's passing now, that's it, slow... that's good... just slow, steady, it's already starting to feel good."

She pulled him close, her arms wrapping around his neck, and she continued to murmur in his ear while he moved within her.

"This is much better, now I can feel you against me, and in me, mmmm, deep now, ooh, slow, still, just deeper... ooh, yes, I can feel it throbbing... just... you can't... not inside me... let me know when you're close."

He nodded, understanding what she was requesting. Still, for his first time... for her first time, this was more for her, that's the way it should be, he decided, she deserved the best first time she could get, and he would try his damn hardest to ensure she got just that. But, with her tightness squeezing him like she was, it was a lot more difficult than he'd thought. So he thought of Jimmy, that football-playing asshole, and the way Cindi's first time would've gone if that bastard had gotten his way, and that did the trick for him. He began moving a little easier, able to stave off his own orgasm for a little longer, anyway. She responded well , beginning to move with him, arching her back, thrusting her hips to meet him. The pace quickened, as he was matching her movements, and hers quickened, so he began moving faster to keep pace. Suddenly, she was crying out, moaning, still urging him on, and he felt her body tense, inside and out, and, ah, shit, he was close, too close!

"I'm close," he warned, "I'm too close, gotta-"

"No!" she cried, "I don't care, it's too late! Don't you dare, I'm there, I'm... gonna... OOOOHHHHH YESSS!"

Even as he felt his cock becoming drenched with her juices, the squeezing, the heat of her, gripping him so tightly that he really had no hope of holding out, and he groaned, overcome by the throbbing, and he reached his climax right past her, as she was just beginning to coast down. He thrust hard, as deep as he could, and, in wrenching spurts that radiated through his body, he came, and the sensations brought her to climax again. She bucked against him helplessly, her body now beyond her control for the moment, and she gave in to it until it was done. Soon after, she was coasting to a halt, feeling pleasantly buzzed, her breathing gradually evening out. He trembled slightly, still grasped firmly within her, and she could hardly work up anything sharper than a mild, vague concern that he had finished inside her. After all, she wouldn't have let him withdraw, couldn't have once she was achieving such an all-consuming climax, and nothing could be done about that. Their mingled fluids drizzled from her, becoming slightly uncomfortable.

"Once I can walk again," she suggested quietly, "How about we have a shower?"

As it turned out, despite his own orgasm, he could walk, and, even better, he could carry her. So he did carry her, off the bed, down the hall, and into the bathroom. He started the shower, let it heat up, and they got in.

"I'm so glad I can stand," she giggled, "I was a little worried there, for a moment."

She stood on her toes and kissed him, and he held her, kissing her back. Then he made the mistake of looking down, and saw blood. He paled, and she looked down as well.

"You worry too much," she lifted his chin and made him look in her eyes, "Don't. That's supposed to happen. You've just made love to me, giving me the best first time I could ever hope for. I never thought I would let anyone make love to me, ever in my life. And now, my first time, my wonderful first time belongs to you."

"But I... you told me not to cum inside, and I tried to warn you when I was close-"

"Yes, you did just what I asked, but once I was so close, there was really no chance of that happening anymore. It won't help anything to worry about it, so don't worry about it."

She was surprised, but not that surprised, to find that, while they washed and rinsed each other off, he grew hard again. She eased down onto her knees.

"Wait," he tried to back away, "No, it'll go away on its own. You don't have to do that."

"No, I want to. I'm gonna make it right, so that, from now on, you'll be the one I think about when I do this, and everything will be okay."

She took him in her mouth, sucking on him, drawing him deeper, her tongue teasing the more sensitive places on his cock, and, for having just had an orgasm only five or six minutes before, he was there again in no time. 

"Okay, I'm too close," he gasped, "Cindi, I'm too close!"

She only increased her pace, grabbing his hips and holding him in place when he tried to back out, and then he was spurting again, his seed spilling into her mouth. She eased him deeper, and began swallowing him until he was done. Only then did she ease him out, sucking any remaining traces of his spend along the way. 

She let go of him, nodded, and declared, "Now it's right."

They finished their shower, got dressed, and went into the living room. Cindi found her half-empty can of soda and took a few drinks, and Andy simply stared down at the coffee table. 

"From here, I guess we have to go back and be who we were..."

"Yes," she agreed, "But I think I'll be okay, now, thanks to you."

"No more giving up? Promise me."

"No more giving up," she smiled, and then grew serious, "Do you trust me?"

"Yes, I trust you. Why do you ask?"

"Good, then I do have a favor to ask you. It's important."

"Yeah?"

"There's still a few months until you graduate. You will graduate, right?"

"Yeah. With my tutor in math, and you for Lit, I'll graduate."

"Good... but that's not my favor, just a question. Tomorrow, when you go to school, there's another wrong you need to make right. I think you know who I mean, don't you?"

Andy hesitated, and then nodded, "I know."

"Good. Make it right. It doesn't matter if there isn't a word in the English language that you think would undo what you did. Be her friend, even if the others laugh at you for it, actually, welcome it, because it might just go a long way toward making things right. But... make it clear that your heart belongs to someone else, if it becomes necessary to do so. I'm not ready to share you, not even with her. Then, when the school year ends, we can pick up where we've left off. Will you do that for me? Better yet, will you do this for yourself? Make it right."

Epilogue...

The halls were packed, and Andy weaved his way through them, searching. It was lunch period, and Andy was pretty hungry, but he could eat later. And... there she was, carrying a sack lunch, her head down, her light-brown hair dangling down over her face, as if she were trying to remain invisible to the other people. He followed her, bobbing and weaving around other students in order to keep up, and saw her duck into the band room. He hesitated, took a deep breath, and went in. She was headed further into the band room, until she reached the far corner, where she apparently intended on dining alone, far removed from the rest of the population. When she spied Andy, she froze, her eyes wide. 

"Wait," he held up a hand as she started hurrying away, "Please?"

She froze again, her lunch clasped in both hands.

"I..." and his throat locked up. 

'Shit,' he lamented, 'You've got to say it, even if it means completely nothing to her, you've got. To. Say. It!'

"Franny," there it was, a word, good, now more, "I know that you hate me... "

'Good, don't stop there, you better get a move on before she runs.'

"What I did to you... it was unforgiveable. It was wrong, and completely unfair to you."

She stood where she was, that look, fuck, not that look! 

"Um..." he faltered, and then steeled himself, couldn't quit now, "And I don't blame you for hating me. I hate me, I wish I'd never done what I did, every bit of me wishes that."

Her eyes closed for a few seconds, and then she whispered, "I... I don't... hate you."

Andy shook his head, "You should. I had no right to do that to you, and you should hate me. You should loathe me, wish me dead, anything but that hurt look. I deserve worse than that look."

"I don't... hate you, Andy, I can't."

He grabbed a chair for her, one of the fifty or so plastic chairs in the band room, setting it beside her. She sat down in it while he grabbed another to place in front of her. 

"Why not? Franny..."

"Until... you stuck up for me... I had nobody," she spoke so quietly that I had to lean in, "And then, for a little while... I had you..."

He sighed, "Franny, that was all set up. I wish it wasn't, I wish I'd been that nice guy who would stick up for you, because you deserve that, a nice guy you could talk to, and share your problems, someone who has a hug for you, someone you can count on. Shit, I'm so sorry. And then, to top it all off, that you'd feel so hopeless that you'd..."

Franny set her lunch down next to her, putting her hands in her lap, "I couldn't understand... why... not one person in this whole school liked me. I know I'm not much to look at, had a horrible stutter, couldn't get half of what I wanted to say to come out. But there had to be one person out there, someone who could see me... someone... but nobody did. I don't stutter anymore, and I've lost some weight, not much, but some..."

"I noticed that."

"Well... it was strange. When I woke up in the hospital... my stutter was gone, like it never happened. The weight... well, just eating better..."

Andy looked down at the floor, "That's why I wanted to talk to you, why I followed you in here. I know that it probably doesn't mean much... not after everything I did... but I'm sorry."

Franny shrugged, "It means more than you think. And, even if it was set up, that short time where I thought you were my friend... it was the happiest I'd felt in a long time."

Andy shook his head in wonder, "You really are an amazing girl, Franny. And... I know there's only a few months left of school... and you are graduating, right? Yeah, well... I'd like another chance to be your friend."

Franny frowned, wary, "Andy..."

"I know, I completely screwed it up last time, and you have no reason to trust me again... I'm not out to hurt you again, I couldn't live with myself if I did that. Maybe you can start by sitting with me in the lunchroom?"

She mulled it over for a few moments, and Andy was beginning to think she's refuse, when she nodded.

"I think I'd like that."

The End



Because I Could



I never thought it would be so easy to control people. Jim entered the bedroom and looked at Sharon snuggling into me.

"It's alright Jim, you can join us, after all Sharon is your wife." Jim's eyes lit up but I could see a hint of resentment.

Sharon snuggled closer to me and I could feel Jim trying to get close. Sharon's hand started to stroke my cock and you could feel the defeat in Jim. He wouldn't do or say anything, his wimp training was complete.

As Sharon slowly stroked me to my full, very impressive length I thought back over the past six months

"++++++++"

I lost Kim my wife, in a car accident almost two years ago. We had had a great relationship but our sex relied on my dominance and her complete submission. She did warn me that I had a streak of psychological cruelty which could be dangerous and did worry her at times. After her death I drifted from woman to woman without any real satisfaction. I was lonely and found a diversion in chat rooms. This is where I met Jim.

He was a hopeless submissive but didn't know it. In the anonymous safety of a chat room he poured out all his and his wife's sexual hang-ups to Nakedrunner (the handle I used). I quickly realised they were both submissives who lay there waiting for the other to take charge. Jim was never willing to force the issue and therefore was denied what he really wanted - anal sex. He was not well endowed and a premature ejaculator. This was reinforced by the way they had sex. Jim used vibrators and oral to get Sharon aroused and bring her to orgasm. His efforts meant he was soon close to cumming and as soon as he entered her he shot his load after a couple of thrusts.

I couldn't resist getting into his head. One night in the chat room I assumed my best dom manner to direct him to turn on his web cam and get his wife's underwear. When he returned I told him to put her panties on. I couldn't believe it; he was so excited he came as he was pulling them over his cock. I told him to lick the panties clean and to change his chat room handle to subcock. When he logged off I sat there in genuine surprise. Jim always ensured that his face could not be clearly seen. He had this fear that he would appear all over the net and in everyone's email. When he left to get the underwear I could see his room more clearly. I knew the room. Jim was my neighbour. I had helped set up the room a couple of years ago. I now had a very interesting playground. My wife's warning about my cruel streak was considered but rejected.

Over the next few weeks I continued my dominance in the chartroom and learnt all I could about Jim and Sharon. How could I involve Sharon?

"+++++++++"

An opportunity soon arose when Jim went away for a week to visit his brother. Sharon wasn't going. I had a week to work my magic.

After Kim's death I had not had a lot to do with my neighbours but I was sure I could still see Sharon and not raise any suspicions. I called in after work to see Jim about helping me with a clean up at home. Sharon explained he was away and offered me a cup of coffee.

"Sharon, I still haven't really cleaned up after Kim's death. I just continued living in the house. I really need to take control and get my life going again. It would be great if Jim could give me a hand."

"Peter, I'm sure he'll help you, is there anything I can do?"

I keep my voice controlled as I did not want to scare her off. "Well, I still have all of Kim's clothes and I don't know what's worth giving to the Salvos or just throwing out." I saw self-interest in Sharon's eyes. "Peter, Kim had great taste and always bought quality. I'd be happy to sort through all the girlie stuff."

"Sharon, you're a lifesaver, feel free to keep anything you like. You look about Kim's size. You both have good figures and scrub up pretty well. " Sharon blushed but I could see she was pleased. We agreed to meet after work the next day.

I knew I had to plan this seduction carefully. I had a week to work on her and with all Jim had revealed I felt confident of success. I hadn't lied about my house. I had not really done much after Kim's death so all her stuff was still there. This included the gear we had for our dom/sub sex. I needed to ensure Sharon found this and some photos I had of Kim and I hard at it.

The next night we worked together for over an hour sorting through things. Sharon acquired quite a collection of Kim's clothes and was in a bubbly mood. I concentrated on keeping her relaxed and talking. I knew she was curious about my life after Kim and she eventually asked if I had a girlfriend.

"No, nothing serious I suppose Kim was special and it takes time to get to know me." I left the comment hanging and saw Sharon was curious. 

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well it's not easy to find a woman who can be comfortable with me."

I decided to leave it there and invited Sharon back tomorrow to continue the clean up. I could see she was intrigued.

"+++++++++++"

The next night I showed Sharon a chest of drawers we'd missed. "I'm not sure what Kim had it there, I think it's mostly underwear." I left Sharon alone while I went to another room. This was the crucial time. In that chest were all Kim's sexiest underwear and sub gear. There were photos of us in action. I knew Sharon's reaction would determine the success of my plan.

I pretended to be busy in the kitchen. After about fifteen minutes Sharon still hadn't left the room. I knew she must have seen everything by now. I waited another five minutes and entered the room. All the drawers were open and Sharon seemed engrossed in what she was seeing. She realised I was there and turned around.

"I told you it's not easy to find a woman who can be comfortable with me."

"Is that really you in the photos?"

"Yes, Kim and I enjoyed role play and sexual games."

I could see Sharon was in information overload, I knew I had to strike now. "Sharon, Kim was a submissive, she enjoyed being directed, she enjoyed feeling slutty, she liked showing off her body and she enjoyed the sex. You knew her, she was a great person and this was a dimension to her life that gave her satisfaction. I was pleased to give her such pleasure." 

I saw Sharon needed time to think and I went back to the kitchen. After a few minutes I heard her leave. I shrugged my shoulders in disappointment "Ah well, can't win them all." I went into the room and started cleaning up. I realised that a couple of photos and some underwear was missing. Interesting.

Thursday and Friday passed without any contact from Sharon. Jim would be back on Sunday.

My phone rang at 7pm on Saturday. It was Sharon and I decided to go for broke.

"You took some of my stuff didn't you, you slut." Sharon was caught off guard. "I'll bet you've been using your vibrator while looking at the photos of my big cock, haven't you bitch? Put the sexiest gear you stole on, I'm coming to see you now." I hung up. If Sharon's door was open I was in in more ways than one.

"++++++++++++++++"

"My God does that thing have its own heart and lungs?" Sharon giggled.

"I'm still not fully erect. It gets better." Her eyes widened and I could see the look of complete submission. She was ready and would now be mine. I was amazed at how easy she and Jim had been to control.

"It's at least twice as big as Jim's and so thick. Will it all go in?"

"Sluts like you can handle it, just follow my directions. On your back, you've wanted this for the last two days so don't be coy! That's right spread your legs and let me work on you."

"I love you rubbing up against my clit, I am getting so wet."

"I'm going to start putting it in now so just relax."

"I don't believe it you've done it. Please work me over. 

"Come on you've got to work for it. Move your ass bitch! You don't cum unless I want you to." Sharon's was moaning; she wasn't making too much sense. I continued to pound her remorselessly. Her moans were now at fever pitch. "That's it bitch I'm pulling out!"

Sharon screamed "No! No! So close please keep going, I'll do anything."

"You're mine now, this pussy belongs to me. Your wimp husband and his tiny cock can have your ass. Your pussy is mine!" Sharon was babbling, "Yes, yes, yes."

I resumed my remorseless pounding and her babbling became incoherent moans and cries of pleasure as she climaxed.

"That's the first time I've cum with someone just using his cock. God when do we do it again?"

"You said he's not back until tomorrow, I'll have you so full of cum you can give him a special treat. Tell him to eat your pussy and then he can use your ass. He's such a wimp he won't say anything even if he gets a mouthful of cum. Tell him you only want oral and anal from now on."

Sharon agreed and even giggled at Jim's impending humiliation 

"Knees up behind your ears slut I'm ready again!"

We didn't know Jim had returned a day early and had seen our silhouettes on the blinds. He didn't come in but could hear everything we said. He went to a motel for the night. 

The next day Jim contacted Nakedrunner in the chat room. He told me what had happened and how confused he was. His anger had evaporated and he realised he wanted more of yesterday's events. Sharing her was a price he was happy to pay.

"Go and get your wife now," I commanded.

"You're joking, she won't understand."

"Trust me she will."

He called for Sharon to come to the computer room.

"Jim, what do you want? You know I'm not interested in chat rooms."

"It's important please come."

Sharon came into the room and she went deathly white when she saw the screen.

I had put up a photo of my groin with my huge cock and the tattoo of my star sign (Leo) just above my cock evident. Sharon was not reacting to the cock but to the tattoo. She knew straight away she'd seen it before. 

I went to their house. "Get into the bedroom my little sluts I have plans for you.

"++++++++++"

Our arrangement worked well for a few months. Jim got Sharon's ass and I got whatever I wanted. Our threesomes were Friday and Saturday nights. However it was not enough for me. As Kim said I had this cruel streak and it started to come through. A recent Australian Cricket Captain introduced the policy of mental disintegration that was applied to players in opposing teams. This led to an era of sustained success for Australian team. I decided to see what I could do to Jim.

I started with the advantage of all the information he had given to me as Nakedrunner. I knew his self-image was poor, he only had 5 inches, was a premature ejaculator and not confident about his sexual prowess. 

One Saturday we were all in bed together when Jim suggested we should shave his pubic hair. I commented that I was shaved and it was better he stayed hairy so Sharon could tell us apart in the dark. Sharon burst out laughing and pointed out there was no way my nine inches could ever be confused with Jim's five. We all laughed but Jim didn't appear to consider it as funny as Sharon. I also wanted Jim to keep his pubic hair as it was very thick and bushy. His cock often couldn't be seen. I commented on how we couldn't see the wood for the pubes.

I based my attack on Jim on some research I saw about wolf packs. There was always an alpha (no prizes for guessing who that was) but in addition, one wolf typically assumes the role of omega, the lowest-ranking member of a pack. These individuals absorb the greatest amount of aggression from the rest of the pack, and consequently enjoy comparatively few individual privileges. Jim was in for an interesting time.

I needed to ensure that in our threesomes Jim was always seen as being on the undercard, he was a preliminary boxer, I was the main event. He really had very poor control and after warming Sharon up with tongue and vibrators he was so excited he came very quickly. I would then take over and show him how a real man could bring a woman to climax. Jim wasn't helped by Sharon being very vocal as she approached climax. I could direct what she babbled. I made sure it was always about me being so big and how full she felt. My real advantage was my staying power and quick recovery. Sharon would often have to beg me to stop, as she was too tender after four or five orgasms. Jim could only watch on in awe.

Some nights we went on web cam sites. I have to admit we were very popular. Jim insisted we wear masks (he still had this thing about someone recognising him). Once again Jim was undermined as those logging on to the site preferred to see Sharon being worked on by me. Jim came so quickly many of the viewers made funny and sometimes cruel remarks.

It was important that Sharon also see Jim as omega. I encouraged her to make jokes about his inadequate performance. I started calling Jim Victa. This was the brand of a popular brand of two stroke motors. When he came early we laughed about another Victa performance.

Jim's final disintegration came unexpectedly. I'd noticed Sharon was cuddling me more and Jim was on the outer. Through our web cam exploits I had contacted a dom named Dave who wanted to join us. I saw this as the opportunity to ensure Jim's omega status was confirmed.

I met Dave after work to check him out. I wanted to ensure his equipment was bigger than Jim's but smaller than mine (I only wanted one alpha in the pack). I realised during our conversation that he was more interested in Jim rather than Sharon. I told him to join us on Saturday night. It would be my little surprise.

"+++++++++++"

Sharon had stroked me to full erection when I looked across at Jim and said, "I've invited a friend to join us tonight. He promised me he'd provide a new experience." Sharon began sucking my cock. " I knew you wouldn't have a problem. He's very discreet and has seen us on our little web cam show." Jim shrugged, his defeat hung in the air. Sharon was fingering herself and close to orgasm. Usually Jim went down on her when she blew me but not this morning. I blew into Sharon's mouth and directed her to kiss Jim. He tried to avoid the kiss but she was too quick. I noticed the wimp swallowed my cum. God he's pathetic. I saw disgust cross Sharon's face.

That night Dave added that little bit extra. He had a great sense of humour and our dinner together went well. After dinner the fun began. I told everyone to come into the bedroom. We had a special large sized bed that facilitated our games. Sharon immediately commented on Dave's good-sized cock. She laughed, "Jim loses again." 

I told Jim to get Sharon ready for me. I noticed his cock was staying limp. "Come on big boy you can do it, you know she wants it in the ass." Jim looked quite distressed. I told Sharon to get on the bed and present her ass for Jim to service. Jim just couldn't get hard. Dave decided to help. He told Jim to close his eyes and relax. "It's hard to perform when someone new is watching." Dave spoke in a soothing tone. Jim lay down on the bed and then Dave started. The concerned tone was replaced by a steely ring. "You pathetic slut, you need a man to take you don't you? You wimp!" Sharon and I looked on her hand gripping my cock.

Dave was rough with Jim. He pulled his cock and stretched it. He pinched Jim's nipples and told him he was going to eat his ass. Jim's cock started to react. Dave kept up the verbal abuse and kept asking Jim did he want it up the ass. Jim finally cracked. He began to sob and begged Dave to fuck him. Dave lubed Jim's ass and started to fuck him. 

Sharon and I looked on in a combination of shock and titillation. Jim's cock was harder and bigger than we'd ever seen it. Dave kept up the verbal abuse, Jim had completely submitted to his will. I shoved Sharon down beside Jim and thrust into her. Very soon Dave and I had our two little subs babbling away, begging for relief and they had their first simultaneous orgasm.

That was the start of a very long night for Sharon and Jim.

The next morning Kim's comments about my cruelty came back to me. I wondered why I was so cruel, why did I cause Jim's disintegration? The only thought I had was - because I could.



Because I Love Him



 Comments and votes are greatly appreciated, even the negative. I ask that if you suggest any improvement, please be constructive about it and not rude.

*****

Dear diary, today I want to discuss my boyfriend. I wish people would stop questioning our relationship. Everyone wants to get involved and stick their two cents in. I just don't understand it. I know he's not great. I know he drinks. I know he loves to party.

Sometimes he hits me. And sometimes he violates me. Other times he makes me feel like shit. It's wrong. It's not okay. But I won't say anything or complain, because I love him.

I'm not a pretty girl. I'm not a Taylor Swift, Selena Gomez, or Rihanna. I'm a plain Jane. That means I don't have a lot of options. He has to be my man. I mean, who else am I going to get?

I accept the way he treats me in public, making me look like a slut of no value. I accept the fact that he sleeps around with other girls. I accept the fact that he forced me into giving him my virginity on his 22nd birthday, I was 18 at the time.

I accept it all, not because I want to, but because I have to. He wasn't always like this. When we first started going out he was so sweet and caring. As soon as I fell for him I met all five of his other personalities.

I love him. I can't help but love him. He's been through so much. His parents died when he was young so he's had it tough growing up. I know it sounds like I'm making excuses for him but I'm not.

Yeah, he cheats on me. Yeah, he's a bit abusive.

Yeah, I deserve better.

But hey, I love him. That makes it okay, right?

It's my fault. I nag him and nag him until he explodes. I deserve to be treated this way.

I wish I had met my father. I never found out who he was. My mom got around so much she probably isn't sure who my biological dad is. Moms! So overrated, they are.

My mom abandoned me when I young. I've lost count of how many foster homes I've been shifted from back and forth. No one wanted me. And when they did, they always gave me back. I don't understand it.

My mom reentered my life during my senior year of highschool before I got to where I am now, college. Despite her being an absentee presence in my life, I was happy to see her. I wanted to know her, understand her. I wanted her to give me a reason to not hate her.

I got to know my mom. That I did. My mom is one of the worst kind of women. She's so dependent on men. It's rare when she does not have a boyfriend.

That's the only thing I learned about my mom, aside from the fact that she's selfish and prioritizes herself and her man of the moment, over me.

What do you say in situations like mine? How do you cope? How do you live? I don't know, but I'm alive. My mom never told me anything good. She was always negative. There was always something I needed to fix. She didn't tell me I was beautiful.

She didn't refer to me as her little angel or baby girl like most moms did with their daughters. No, she was different. I called my mom by her name, as she preferred. Although I didn't initially feel comfortable calling her mom anyway. She didn't raise me.

She gave birth to me then passed me from babysitter to babysitter until she left for an extended time when I was in first grade only to come back during my senior year of high school.

She told me I was too thin. She said I didn't have any striking facial features. She said a lot of things to me. Like my classmates from grammar school, she was right.

As I mentioned before, I never met my father. Maybe that's why I picked an older guy for a boyfriend. He can guide me and help me be the best that I can be, hopefully.

Anyways, my boyfriend isn't perfect. He isn't faithful. He isn't kind. But that's okay because I love him, right?

I mean, things can only get better. I've been working at the local library so that I can afford a better wardrobe. Maybe he'll be nicer.

But then I think about the what ifs. What if he leaves me for another girl? What if he told me he hated me and never wanted to see me again? Or worse, what if he loved me to death?

No he wouldn't do that. He would never try to kill me. That makes it okay. I'm not dead, I'm alive and able. So what if our relationship isn't like most couples. It's okay, because I love him.



Because I Love You



John has a special anniversary present. Meant to be read with John Fowles' Frederick (The Collector) or a similarly disturbed character in mind.

***

John is very much in love with his wife, and he wants to do everything he can to give her a night she'll never forget. And she won't, but not quite in the way he had planned. Were his good intentions too much for her? Will she ever understand he only did it because he loved her...?

***

It was their two-year anniversary, and John had a very special present for Carol.

He knew from a friend of hers how she always used to fantasize about sex with a lot of men. Not just two, or even three, but a whole group. He knew she wanted to find out how many cocks she could handle at once, and he knew that her ideal number would be eight. Two in her cunt, one in her ass, one in each hand, two in her mouth, one between her boobs. John couldn't quite envision how this construction would be possible, but he knew that if he saw it happening before his eyes, he'd find a way.

He had planned everything carefully. He had hired ten gigolos, all handsome and all very expensive, and he would have them waiting in the hall while Carol and he ate the dinner he had cooked. Then he would lead her into the bathroom, tell her to put on the lingerie she found there, and go into the bedroom. He'd have her lie on the bed, her eyes closed, and have all of these men come in and surround her. Then when she opened her eyes, she would be looking up at ten of the world's most beautiful men (Carol's best friend Sophie had helped John pick them out, and he trusted her judgement), and she would be so very grateful that he had set all of this up for her.

But that was just the way he planned it. Right now, he was waiting for Carol to come home from Sophie's house, who had talked to her and convinced her to shower and put on a nice dress at her place, so she could surprise him.

But right now, he was all alone, standing in the kitchen, looking at the shript cocktails he had carefully prepared, checking up on the casserole in the stove, and making sure the liquor pudding was stiff yet.

Then the bell rang.

He jumped up, ran down the stairs, and waited for a moment to straighten out his clothes. Then he opened the door.

In front of him stood Carol, looking ravishing in a sparkly black dress, her dark hair pinned up elegantly.

She looked surprised to find him here, in his dress pants and a silk shirt, and to smell the exotic dishes luring her up the stairs.

She kissed him passionately, and he led her up to the dining table, which he had decorated with candles and roses.

None of them had spoken a word.

He sat Carol down, and went to get the shrimp cocktails.

"John.." Carol said in awe, "this is amazing!"

"Glad to hear, darling." He said.

It was quiet again. They ate their shrimps in silence, and then the casserole. They sipped their red wine, Carol in silent admiration, John in anticipation of her reaction when she found out what his real gift was.

When he was about to serve dessert, the doorbell rang again.

Quickly he dashed down the stairs, taking care to close the door to the hall. He greeted the ten men, all looking smart and well-groomed, and whispering led them into the hall.

"Who is that?" Carol called down.

"Jove's witnesses!" John yelled back, and whispered to the men, "Don't make a noise. I'll come and get you in a few minutes. Carol doesn't know yet."

He closed the door, and crept back up the stairs.

He could hardly eat. He was so very tense, wanted so much that everything went as planned, that Carol would appreciate his gift, and not freak out at it and leave.

When they had finally finished their pudding, he ushered Carol into the bathroom.

"I have another surprise for you," he said. "Put on the lingerie you'll find on top of the cabinet, and go into the bathroom. Wait there with your eyes closed. I have one last thing to take care of."

Carol was surprised, but not too much, exactly as John had hoped. He left her to change, and went down into the hall.

There he found all ten men, some sitting on the floor, but most still standing exactly as he'd left them.

"Now," he whispered, "I want you to come up behind me, and make as little noise as you can. Carol is lying in the bedroom, and she doesn't know. I've told you everything before, and nothing's changed, really. I still want you to make her feel good, and to make her explore her limits, okay?"

"Okay." Everyone whispered in unison.

"When you get into the room, form a circle around the bed, until she opens her eyes."

John led the group of men, who were remarkably silent, into the bedroom. Carol giggled slightly as she heard the door opening, but kept her eyes closed. John sat down in a chair in the corner of the room, and the men positioned themselves around the bed.

"Open your eyes now." John said, his voice betraying his excitement.

He heard a little shriek from Carol, but nothing more. He couldn't see her reaction because his vision was entirely blocked by the men, but he thought she was doing alright.

"Ehm, John?" she asked.

"Yes dear?"

"Who are these men?"

John was quiet for a moment. He wanted to hit himself for not expecting this question, but he tried to explain as best as he could.

"Well, Sophie told me how you always wanted to have sex with a lot of men, to eh, see how many dicks you could take, and so I eh, I decided to let you live your fantasy."

"Ah." Came Carol's reply. "Okay. Thanks, I suppose."

John smiled. She wasn't freaking out -- she'd get accustomed to the idea, and then she'd enjoy it. He was certain.

Then John remembered the first step of the choreography as he had carefully discussed with the men. He turned on the stereo, and they began to dance.

John watched the men strip sensually, and occasionally he caught a glimpse of Carol. She looked surprised, but pleased in a way.

The men stripped down to their underwear, then made eye contact with each other. Simultaneously, they took off their underwear, all of them revealing large, semi-hard cocks.

From there on, John saw everything happening exactly as he had planned.

One man, a tall muscled one with long blond hair, moved in first. He touched Carol's body, stroked her thighs, and unpinned her hair. Then a second man joined, touching her as well. Then a third. A fourth. A fifth. After a while he could no longer see who did what, but he knew they were taking off her lingerie, licking her, stroking her, making her burn inside. Then the first man apparently plunged into her, because Carol moaned in bliss. After a while, John could make out the beginning of a logical construction. One man was now lying on the edge bed, Carol on top of him, his dick up her ass. A second man was standing in front of them, his dick in her cunt. A third was kneeling over her, his dick also up her cunt. A fourth man was kneeling over her stomach in front of the third, fucking her tits. A fifth man was kneeling over her head, facing the same way as the other two, his dick in her mouth. A sixth man was kneeling over her head as well, but facing the opposite direction. He too had his dick in her mouth. On either side of the bed, two men had their cocks out and in Carol's hands. This was her dream, she was pleasuring ten cocks at once. Everything was one moving, writhing bunch of limbs, John could only hope Carol was enjoying herself. He barely saw what was going on, but he knew that all of these men had their cocks inside his girlfriend.

Then, suddenly, without warning and without any expectation in that direction, something snapped inside John.

All of these men were violating his girl! Carol was his, it was their anniversary! Why did they get to fuck her, whilst he didn't? This wasn't right!

He stood up, and began tearing the men away from her.

"Get off! Move! Get away from my girl! Get away!"

The men looked stunned. At first, no one moved, but then they did as he said. He screamed at them, told them to take their fucking good looks and experience, and get out of his house. They would get their money, but they had to get out right now!

The men shuffled around for their clothes, and struggled to get them on while John shoved them out of the door. He chased after them, pushed them down the stairs, and out of the door.

Satisfied, John leaned against the wall. He had gotten all of these damned violators out of his home. He had Carol all to himself again.

He went back up slowly, and entered the bedroom, still littered with forgotten socks and shirts. 

In the middle of the big bed, hugging her knees, was Carol. She was crying.

"Oh baby, it's all right, those men are gone now."

He came over to her, but she moved away.

"I'm so sorry baby, I really am. I never meant to hurt you..." He wrapped his arms around her, but she pushed him away. She stood up from the bed, facing him, looking hurt and very angry.

"You bastard. Not even this once will you give me the satisfaction of feeling desired. Feeling wanted by many men, many hot men. You wanted me to live my fantasy? Well, you ruined it for me!"

Tears ran down her face, and she picked up a bed sheet to cover her naked body. Her naked, violated body.

"But sweety, those men were hurting you..."

"No they were not!" Carol yelled, obviously not understanding his concern.

"They were pleasing me!" She sobbed, "I liked it! You couldn't even control your jealousy for one night! You couldn't even follow your own plan and let me have my night of miracle! You are a horrible, insensitive asshole, you know that? You're a jealous prick."

She went into the bathroom, and locked the door. In under a minute she came back out, dressed again in her black cocktail dress, and pulling her hair up into a messy ponytail.

"I'm going to Sophie's place. Don't try to call me." She said, wiping the tears from her face.

A moment later, John heard her slam the door shut.

There he was, all alone, feeling miserable. How could this have gone so wrong?

This was supposed to be Carol's night. But she didn't like it, he felt it. Somewhere deep inside, he knew she only wanted him, not all those other men. And he was stupid not to realize that before he let those maniacs loose on her. He had screwed up. And he knew he could never make it up to her, that she would probably never forgive him. He would get the divorce papers in the mail some time, and Sophie would come by to pick up Carol's belongings. Never again would he get the chance to give her a dream.

But what was he to do? He only ever wanted what was best for Carol... 



Because I Love You



Because I love you

I was fourteen when my mother and father divorced. Being an only child for most of my life had been something I'd come to appreciate. Seeing my friends and how they so often fought with their sisters or brothers gave me an even greater respect and thankfulness that I didn't have to go through all that.

I rarely saw my father after that as he'd moved to the East coast because of a new job, and I hated it whenever I'd gone for a visit. After a while it really didn't matter much to me anymore and I was perfectly content to live alone with my mother. It was only natural of course that after an appropriate amount of time that she started dating again. 

That was never an issue for me either. I wasn't so self-centered that I didn't care about her happiness, or her sex-life, which even back then I assumed she wanted, so didn't mind it much when she finally began dating as it actually gave me more time to myself which over time I had again begun to appreciate.

And not that I was some kind of loner either, I had plenty of friends, even a few girl friends who on occasion would come over, especially when mother was out for the evening, giving me the opportunity to hone some basic skills in the make-out/petting department. So as far as I was concerned, I was happy with the status quo. The problem was, my mother wasn't.

I knew things were getting serious when she began dating Ken nearly every weekend. And not that I minded that either, as now I had most Fridays and Saturdays to do whatever I felt like doing, though still required to obey whatever curfews my mother had imposed on me, that or face the consequences of losing some of my extra ordinary privileges, especially at my age, and that I wasn't about to screw up as I was smart enough to know how good it was that I really had it.

In time, I learned a lot more about this guy as mom seemed to find it important enough for me to eventually get to know him better, so I had an inkling even then that things were proceeding along to what I felt would be an eventual union between them. I had also learned of course that Ken had a daughter who was my age. Her name was Kathy, whom I soon met when Ken and my mother decided to spend the day at a local amusement park, dragging the two of us along as well in an effort to have us meet in what they hoped would be a reasonably fun-filled day without too much awkwardness coming between us under the circumstances.

Almost immediately we began fighting like we actually were brother and sister. Kathy had no desire to ride the rides I wanted to, and I had no desire to go on most of the ones she did either. We ended up compromising, which as I saw it wasn't much of a compromise either, with me going off with Ken, and Kathy often going off with my mother for much of the time we spent there. Because of that, they didn't end up having much of a good time themselves either.

In a way, I felt bad for mom, like I said, I really did want her to be happy, and living alone even with me there wasn't the same thing. And I really did like Ken, I had no resentment towards him whatsoever, nor did it appear that Kathy had any towards my mother as they seemed to get well enough along whenever the four of us were thrown together for one reason or another.

The problem as I saw it was Kathy. And the problem as she saw it...was me.

#

As expected in a fairly short period of time, mom and Ken decided to marry, what I hadn't expected or even really thought about wither, was that we'd end up moving into Ken's place as it was considerably bigger as well as nicer than where we lived, but that it would also necessitate me leaving most if not all of my friends behind. And worse, I was now forced to accept the fact I had a sister, even if she wasn't my real sister, who I already didn't get along with, and whose house I would soon be living in. 

The only plus as I eventually came to accept, was the fact I had a much larger bedroom than I'd had previously, and was allowed to decorate (or not decorate) as I saw fit. Part of my mother and Ken's desire to make me feel more at ease and at home for giving up so much of what I felt I had lost perhaps, which for a time I took advantage of though looking back on it now, I came to feel guilty about for having done.

The one other good thing about it was that my room was fairly secluded downstairs near the den, whereas Kathy's room was upstairs across the hall from our parent's bedroom, so at least in this respect, I still had some privacy, though quite naturally still forced to share space in the den with Kathy whenever it came to watching TV, listening to music or trying to play a video game. It seemed that for whatever reason, she and I were always at odds over things like that which continued to remain so over the course of the next few years.

#

In time, we'd both learned to accept the situation as well as one another, so that we at least got along well enough to stay out of one another's ways, and even at times actually have some fun together. Even graduating from high school together was a big thing that our parents went out of their way for in celebrating, gifting us each a (used) but reasonably nice looking car as a graduation present.

I as yet hadn't made up my mind about continuing on with my education, even considering joining the service instead, though I had also decided to take that first summer off to think about my options, though working part-time in order to afford the use of my car, not to mention dating. Likewise, Kathy had chosen to do pretty much the same thing, and so it was we found ourselves with more time on our hands than we'd ever really had before that first summer, which is also when our entire relationship began to change in ways neither of us would ever have thought possible.

And don't get me wrong, though we sometimes fought like cats and dogs, Kathy was an attractive looking young woman, had she not been my step-sister, I might have even been attracted to her as a potential girlfriend, which now in hind-sight looking back, I probably already was, though I didn't see her as such simply because of the forced circumstances.

What I did notice whether I wanted to admit it to myself now or not, was that she had grown, changed over the years, and truly was very beautiful, something I had taken recent note of since my own girl friend and I had broken up, so I was once again alone and spending more time at home, growing increasingly bored with that as well. Kathy on the other hand seemed to have more boyfriends than she could shake a stick at, going out nearly every other night at least, and unlike me, not having to have to pay for doing it either, so she seemed to have more luxuries for herself than I could even begin to afford, part-time job or no.

I had noticed a day earlier that she had purchased a particular music CD that I'd been dying to get for myself, but needed to wait until payday before getting it. Normally, we'd both been respectful of one another's privacy, always knocking and being invited in to one another's rooms, and NEVER going into them without us being there. Under any other circumstances, I wouldn't have. But since I wanted to hear this CD before deciding to actually purchase it for myself, and knowing Kathy had it, the temptation not to enter her room, "borrow" it briefly and return it before she ever knew that I had was simply too tempting not to. I might have even asked her before hand, but she'd already gone out for the evening, and I didn't feel like wasting an entire day waiting to ask her. So it was that I broke an unspoken rule between us, and entered her bedroom without permission.

Surprisingly, her room was even messier than my own. Not that she was a slob mind you, but whereas most of my stuff was somewhat organized, most of her things seemed to be haphazardly scattered from hell to breakfast. Most of her CD collection lay scattered on top of her work desk along with several magazines, books and other personal items. I quickly began searching through the mess trying to find what I was looking for, and did, when I also came across a rather well worn, rather thick book that immediately drew my attention. Across the front of it were the words: "My diary".

I didn't even know she kept one, let alone wrote in one, and out of natural curiosity, I picked it up finding no lock on it though at one time there had obviously been one. I opened it somewhere in the middle I guess it was, curious to see what sort of things she wrote to herself about, though I also know that somewhere in the back of my mind, I was hoping to read some private or dirty little secret, something perhaps that I might even use against her should the situation ever call for it. What I read however floored me, hitting me like a sledge-hammer as I scanned over the words, reading them again over and over until I'd finally convinced myself that what'd I'd just read was correct and that I wasn't imagining it. The entry was dated a few months ago during the summer just before graduation.

"I know I shouldn't, but I can't help wondering what Mark's cock looks like. I stood in the window watching him today as he mowed the lawn, though he didn't see me of course. He might be my stepbrother, but he has a fantastic body, and the way he looked in his cut-off Levi's had me wet between the legs in no time. I wondered what he would have thought had he known that I stood there playing with myself the whole time, having an orgasm in fact just as he finished."

I was speechless, and I was weak in the knees, as I stood there suddenly afraid that I might get caught on the one hand, but now even more curiously interested to read what else she might have written about me. Against my better judgment, I quickly retreated from her room, taking her diary with me, figuring that at the very least I still had several hours alone to myself before anyone was expected home. As a precaution to that however, rather than going downstairs to my own room, I headed into the main living room where we hardly ever sat, but where I could easily hear any cars pulling up into the drive, giving me plenty of time to put Kathy's diary back where it belonged before getting caught with it.

Positioning myself on the couch with a portion of the curtain pulled back so I could quickly look out in the event I heard anything, I thumbed back through to the date I had accidentally first opened her diary at and began scanning backwards from there. It didn't take long to find another entry with my name in it either only a few days prior to the one I'd just read.

"Let Steve finally play with my boobs, and not just through my blouse either! Something he's been dying to do for the past couple of months now. Though he'd probably be upset with me if he ever knew or found out that the only reason I even let him was because of how horny I was. Horny, because I'd actually been thinking about Mark and not him, which is why I even let him finally get to second base in the first place. I saw Mark kissing Darlene after school, though I know he didn't see me. Can't believe I'm actually jealous of her, can't help but wonder if they're doing it. Played with myself again last night wishing it was me and not her he was kissing. Anyway, it was exciting finally letting Steve touch me, but sat there wishing it was Mark doing it the whole time that he was."

My mouth was dry, and my cock was rock hard. I actually felt light-headed as well as aroused and confused as I again scanned backwards looking to read more.

"He'd probably kill me if he ever knew this, not to mention what dad or Jill would do if they ever found out, but I snuck into Mark's room today, don't really know why I did, or what I was looking for, certainly not the dirty magazines I found stuffed under his pillow though that surprised me a little, nor the used cum-hanky I found in his drawer, though that at least does explain why he as so many of those in the wash when it's my turn to do the laundry, didn't recall seeing him blowing his nose all the time to be going through so many of those, now I do."

I felt my face redden with shame and embarrassment, reading that, though I was angry too as I sat there reading how Kathy had invaded my privacy, but then I continued reading on, invading hers.

Found a dirty note that Darlene had sent him, tore it up, don't think that he'll miss it though, not the first one I've found. Still wonder if they're doing it, though so far it seems she's only hinted to him about it. Threw away the pair of panties she stuffed into his folder too, that was gross in a way, though I later wished they'd been mine he was jerking off into and not hers. I know I shouldn't be feeling this way about my own Step Brother, but I can't help it. I keep wondering what will happen after graduation if we'll all go our separate ways after that. Maybe it will be for the best if we do, then maybe I'll quit having these thoughts about Mark."

"Damn! I wondered whatever happened to those," I said to myself now knowing what really had happened to the panties Darlene had given me as a tease back then. I'd looked all over my bedroom for them, then decided that perhaps mother had accidentally found them, realizing who they were even from perhaps, and had thrown them out herself. I certainly wasn't about to ask her about them either, so let the matter drop, wondering if something might be said at some point, though there never was! At least now I knew!

It was at that very moment that I heard a car pull up front. I took the briefest glance out the window, confirming that it was indeed Kathy who had just arrived.

"Fuck!" I said aloud, racing from the living room upstairs to her room as fast as my feet would take me. I'd managed to safely get the diary back into her room, but hearing the front door open, knew that I was caught on the upper level of the house where only Kathy's room and my parent's own bedrooms were, leaving me no reasonable excuse for even being there. I had only one other option, and that was the bathroom. With luck, Kathy wouldn't even know I was in there, and if somehow she did discover it, at least that gave me some sort of excuse for being on that level of the house if nothing else.

I quickly sat down on the toilet, even as I heard the front door slam, then moments later the sound of Kathy's feet as she literally flew up the stairs, then running down the hall past where I was at, into her bedroom with the door once again slamming behind her.

"Ah oh!" I thought to myself, "She's pissed!" Giving me even more reason to try and hide my presence from her, which I now hoped I could accomplish by quietly slipping out of the bathroom and back down the stairs to my own room before she discovered I was even there.

I'd even gone so far as to remove my shoes, figuring I could slip out even more quietly, soon after turning the knob on the door, easing it open and stepping out into the hall. The moment I did however, I could hear Kathy crying, sobbing almost uncontrollably through her door. I nearly continued on down the hall towards the stairs anyway, but her cries of sorrow finally got to me, and without having any real good reason for my being there, I walked over to her door and knocked.

"Go away!" 

"Kathy? It's me...Mark."

There was a long silent pause before she spoke again, though this time the tears had stopped.

"What do you want?" she asked sounding irritated now.

"What I want, is to come in and see how you are," I said simply, continuing to wait.

There was another pause, though a shorter one this time.

"The doors open," she said.

Realizing I was still holding my shoes, I tossed them behind me onto the floor, and then walked in.

"What's wrong? What happened?" I asked.

Her eyes were streaked, mascara running every which way, which she only then tried in vain to repair as she sat in front of her vanity mirror. "I'm sorry, didn't know you were home," she said. "I didn't mean to upset anyone," she offered.

"You're still not answering my question," I said. "What happened?"

For the first time in recent memory, Kathy turned towards me, both her face and voice softening as she spoke.

"You really want to know?" she asked honestly.

"Yes, I do."

Even then she hesitated. "It might shock you a little," she told me candidly.

"After today, nothing could shock me," I thought, though I didn't say that. "Try me," I said instead.

"You know that Steve and I have been dating for quite a while now yes?"

"Yes," I said, though I now knew a whole lot more to that story than she realized.

"Well, he's been pressuring me to, well to you know...have sex with him."

"Not surprised, but am guessing that you haven't yet."

"No, no we haven't, though I have let him do a few other things."

Once again I knew what some of those "things" were as she'd put it, though I hadn't read forward yet, so perhaps there were a few more besides that I wasn't really aware of.

"Go on."

"Well the truth is, I've been putting him off, giving him just enough the way I thought about it to keep things under control without getting out of hand, but I guess even that wasn't enough. Finally, last week he told me that if things didn't happen between us soon, that he'd find someone who was willing."

"And?" I asked, already having an idea where this was going, though as I was about to learn, having an even greater impact on me that I realized.

"Obviously, he did, which I only found out about today. I wondered why Steve wanted to see me in the middle of the day, what it was he wanted to talk about, expecting more pressure from him about the other thing. But that's when he told me that he was breaking up with me, because he had in fact found someone else, and that they had already done what I was obviously unwilling to do with him.

"Who was it?" I asked, already having a sneaky suspicion by the look on Kathy's face as she looked at me.

"Darlene," she said softly.

My break up with Darlene had indeed been a difficult one as well. She had been the first girl I'd really cared about, but strangely enough, it was I who wasn't yet ready to have sexual relations beyond the a-typical petting and fondling which we had done together. She wanted more, not just the sex, but a commitment of sorts towards the future as well, which was something I wasn't totally sure I wanted to share with her.

"Go figure," I answered finally sitting down on the edge of the bed next to where Kathy was now sitting.

"Pretty ironic isn't it?" she said trying to smile.

"Very," I admitted, though Kathy had no clue that I knew how truly ironic all this really was. "Did you love him?" I asked.

She actually laughed at that.

"No, I didn't. Though I tried to convince myself that I did...or eventually would at least."

"Ok, so why are you so upset then?" I found myself asking. "Obviously you didn't have sex with him, so no harm, no foul. And I can understand you being upset with him because of Darlene, but if you didn't love him or want to have sex with him, then why are you so upset about it?"

"The reason I'm upset, is because life isn't very fucking fair!" she said bluntly, using a word I had never heard her use before. "That's why!" she nearly yelled, once again beginning to cry.

"Ok, you lost me." I said sitting there now more confused than ever.

"Fine! The truth is, I don't love Steve, because I'm actually in love with someone else, but he doesn't even know that I am. And even if he did know, there's not a damn fucking thing I can do about it, nor would he even knowing that for that matter! So...there, now you have it. That's why I'm crying and upset, because what I really do want, I can't have. And what I thought I wanted isn't there anymore either, which only makes me want to have the thing that I now know I can never have. There...is that better?"




Because I Love You



She was rambling, carrying on...standing up waving her arms about wildly as she spoke pacing back and forth in front of me.

The next thing I knew, I had reached out, grabbing her arm as she walked by, pulling her towards me, off balance where she collapsed falling against me as the two of us tumbled back onto her bed, and then I kissed her. For a moment, Kathy tried pushing me away, even kicking, but only for a moment. With tears now streaming down her face once again, I kissed her again, even deeper this time, my tongue forcing its way inside her mouth where it met, and then danced with hers. After several long moments, she did push me away from her, but not forcefully this time, gently, asking for some space as she did so, which I then gave her.

"What the hell was that all about?" she said suddenly coming to her feet, trying to act like I had suddenly lost my mind or something, which in a way, I had.

And to be honest about it, I wasn't sure what to say, or why I had done it, and so said the only thing that suddenly made sense to me.

"Because I love you," I told her, "because I love you."

#

"Wha...whad' you just say?" She asked me again, her eyes wide open in surprise, her hand now bracing herself against the work desk, leaning against it as though it were the only thing holding her up, which perhaps it was.

"You heard me," I told her half tempted to stand, grab her and kiss her again, though I didn't.

"But why would you say that?" she asked seriously, looking at the moment like she really was about to faint and fall over by the looks of it.

"Why else? Because I do!" I continued on with this weird word game we'd begun playing, stating the truth, all the while dodging the reason though I was honestly feeling a bit dizzy and faint myself as I sat there.

We both just stood there staring at one another without speaking for quite some time. Finally like a light-bulb going off inside her head, Kathy spoke.

"How did you know?"

To this day I'll never know why I did it, it was a stupid move that I regretted for a very, very long time afterwards. But I turned my head towards the desk, not realizing that I did really, not really meaning to. But as I did, so did Kathy, looking where I had looked, and seeing her diary sitting on the desk the moment that she did.

"Please tell me you didn't read it," she said her voice quivering, both in shock as well as in guilt, fear and embarrassment.

Even by not talking, I spoke volumes, my face said it all though even then I tried to feign ignorance as to what she was talking about, she immediately picked her diary up however examining it. It may not have been locked, but the page saver that now dangled from the book told her it had indeed been looked through. In my haste and stupidity, I had failed to see it, or replace it back where it had belonged.

"How could you!" she screamed at me. "How could you just come in here and go through my personal things!"

My only defense was in offense as they say. And another stupid tact that I also wished later I hadn't used. "Me? What about you?" I tossed back. "You're the one who came into my room and went through my things!" I screamed back at her. "My magazines, my hanky's, and Darlene's panties too!" I also included stupidly, now reminding her of the other reason she'd come home all upset in the first place.

I had in effect, knocked the wind out of her though, she had nothing to say, couldn't say anything to me after that. All she did was point at the door, throwing the diary at me, just missing me as she did so.

"Get out!" she finally managed, even though I was nearly through the door as it was, then heard her as she slammed it behind me.

I looked down seeing my shoes, which I'd tossed down earlier, along with her diary that had just gotten through the door before I did. I picked it up along with my shoes and slowly walked downstairs back to my room, listening to Kathy's once again uncontrollable crying as I did so.

#

I don't know what excuse it was that she gave for not coming down to dinner that night, mine was along the lines of not feeling well due to catching a cold or something which is why I didn't. Perhaps with the two of us giving Ken and mom that excuse, they actually bought it without questioning it further, only telling us both to stay in bed the next day, and to call them if either of us needed anything.

It was weird, laying there in bed as I was, knowing full well that Kathy was doing the same thing upstairs in her room as the hours ticked by. Finally around two in the afternoon I had gotten thirsty, and not just for a glass of water that I could have easily gotten out of the bathroom next to my room. Deciding that regardless of what had happened, and even the mistakes I had once again made, I wasn't going to hide out in my bedroom forever either, so steeled my courage up enough to head upstairs to the kitchen for a glass of orange juice.

I'd just finished pouring myself one when I heard Kathy's voice behind me.

"Pour one for me too please," she said sounding tired and exhausted, which is pretty much the way I felt, though more than a little guilty too.

"I'm sorry," I said still not facing her, though I reached for a second glass pouring her a juice. "It was a stupid thing to do."

"No more stupid than my writing it down so that someone could read it...like you," she added.

We stood drinking our orange juice, though still looking at one another before sitting down at the table.

"Did you really mean what you said? Or did you just say that because you thought I needed to hear it?" she asked seriously.

It was time to be honest with her, about everything, so I was. I told her the truth from the very beginning, how it hadn't been my intent to go through her diary, but once finding it, how I had curiously picked it up, intending to find something I could have as ammunition against her later should I ever need it, then finding that part about mowing the lawn, and everything that followed after that.

"What I'm trying to tell you is this," I began finally getting to where I'd intended to go in the first place, "was that I didn't really know that I did...until I said it. And when I said it, I realized that I did, and had felt that way all along. I was just unwilling to admit it to myself, not even realizing that I actually had been all along."

We sat discussing the past, hashing out every mean thing we had ever done to one another, finally coming to the truth of it, that for the most part, we had each done so as it was a way of hiding the truth, not only from one another, but from ourselves. We had played tricks on one another, fought over silly things, made accusations all in an effort to keep ourselves from growing close, being Step brother and sister to one another, it was an easy way of escape, though a harder one had we not been true siblings, or even half brother and sister. The reality was, we'd had an attraction for one another from the very beginning, each one of us too afraid, too ashamed and obviously too embarrassed to ever act upon it.

"What now?" Kathy questioned.

"I don't know," I said truthfully. "Knowing it doesn't help make it any better does it?" I questioned her back.

"No...it doesn't," she agreed. "If anything, it just makes it harder, because now you do know my thoughts and feelings, and I can't very well change them or take them back."

I smiled as a certain image came to mind, though I tried shaking it away the moment it had.

"What?" she questioned seeing my face.

"Maybe if I did try and lighten the mood some," I thought, and besides, the cat was out of the bag now anyway. "Did you really play with yourself while watching me mow the yard?"

Kathy's face turned crimson. She looked on the verge of turning, running from the room as I rethought the brilliance of my comment. "You know that I did," she stammered holding her ground, "or I wouldn't have written it down!"

It was once again time for truth telling, and besides, I owed her one. "I've done it thinking about you too," I finally admitted to her, as well as myself, as I had done so, on more than one occasion.

"Really? You have? When?"

I laughed at that. "Sure you want to know?"

"Yes!" she actually giggled excitedly. "Tell me! Tell me when, where you were, what you did, what you thought about when you did it. I want to know everything!"

Now it was my turn to blush. "Tell you what, I'll tell you one, and then you tell me one...that's only fair," I told her.

She thought about that, but only for a moment, and then grinned, nodding her head. "You first though," she said. "Only fair!"

#

We sat there telling stories, revealing to one another nearly every single instance where we had thought about one another during the course of our time together. I was amazed at Kathy's candor, her willingness to so openly share with me those personal intimate moments where she actually had pleasured herself while thinking of me. And because she did, so did I, revealing the countless times I had slipped into my room, some image of her dancing about inside my head as I jerked myself off, though also admitting to my frustrations in having done so a good deal of the time, because she was after all my step-sister, and virtually unapproachable.

As we sat there swapping tales, I couldn't help but notice the sudden appearance of twin hard little points suddenly pressing against Kathy's tee shirt. As was usually the case, she always wore one of her father's long tee shirts to bed, hiding the white cotton panties she was also wearing at the moment. An outfit she had often worn, and one that I had in fact masturbated while thinking about on more than one occasion, which I now shared with her.

"Ok, your turn again," she sat grinning wickedly towards me. I couldn't help but notice at that moment that her hand had slipped down beneath the table, the subtle movement of it catching my eye.

"Is she doing what I think she's doing?" I wondered, the very thought of that heightening my own arousal, my hard stiff cock throbbing as a reminder of how arousing this ongoing conversation had been. The fact that I was just sitting there in my boxers made it far easier for my prick to have wormed its way through the opening of my shorts, which I too sat periodically fondling as we spoke.

"It was shortly after mom and I moved in," I began. "You were having your bedroom repainted remember?"

I watched Kathy's expression, waiting to see if she'd realize what I was recalling seeing as I related the instance to her. 

"I remember that yes," she said easily, but obviously not knowing where this was actually going yet. I smiled and continued.

"Well because of that, you had temporarily moved out to sleep in the living room, you were wearing pretty much the same thing you are now as I remember as we all turned in to bed to sleep. At one point during the night, I got up to pee, then decided I needed something cold to drink so I came upstairs heading towards the kitchen, I didn't get much further than the landing next to the living room though because I heard you moan."

"Moan?" she said trying to remember, though a small smile had begun to spread across her face.

"Yeah," I affirmed, feeling my prick give a little twitch as the memory of her lying on the couch suddenly filled my head. "I remember there was a full moon that night because the living room wasn't all that dark, and I could see the light from the moon filtering in through the window, just enough that I could clearly see you laying on the couch, you weren't beneath the covers either as it was a fairly warm evening, but what I immediately noticed was that you had lifted your tee shirt up and over your boobs, your hand was caressing one of them, and your other hand had slipped beneath the hem of your panties, so I actually stood there just around the corner watching you touching yourself."

By the expression on her face, she clearly recalled that particular night, her face reddening.

"You actually watched me masturbating?" 

"Oh hell yes!" I sat grinning, now slow-stroking my cock as I glanced over towards her, the subtle movement of her hand now not quite so subtle the way it had been a moment ago.

"So what did YOU do?" she asked in a breathless tone of voice.

"Well at first I was just going to turn around and go back down stairs, we weren't exactly getting along then if you remember, but then you lifted your ass up and slipped your panties completely off, spreading your legs."

Kathy was blushing profusely at this time as she recalled that night, especially as I began painting the image of it for her all over again.

"Oh yeah, I remember," she admitted her cheeks rosy-red at the moment.

"Well that stopped me dead in my tracks, I could easily see your pussy lips as you sat there playing with them, then begin to stick your fingers inside, finger-fucking yourself. About that time I felt my cock getting hard, and since I was only wearing my boxers, it soon poked out of them making it almost impossible for me not to stand there stroking myself as I watched you, just the way it's doing now," I added, telling her in doing so that I too was sitting there touching myself.

"Oh fuck!" she moaned obviously teasing herself now openly as we conversed, the confirmation clearly evident that I was stroking my cock just as she was sitting there petting her pussy. "I wish I'd have known!"

I laughed at that, "Oh yeah right...back then, had you knew I was standing there beating myself off, you'd have flown upstairs to tell our parents that I was spying on you, and telling them that you had caught me jerking myself off or something."

"Are you kidding?" she giggled, "Not with me playing with myself," she reminded me. "Especially since I was thinking about being with you while I was!"

"You were?"

"Oh hell yes!" she admitted. "This was on Saturday night wasn't it?"

I thought back, "Yeah, I think it was in fact, why?"

"Because Friday was the dance if you remember, the night you first went out with Darlene."

"Oh yeah, it was! But what's that got to do with any of this?"

She laughed, "Well after the dance Darlene had driven you home because you still didn't have a car yet, you were parked in front of the house when I came walking home with Jenny."

Jenny was the girl who had lived next door to us, and who Kathy considered her best friend at the time. "After she went inside, I came around the back of Darlene's car, though I didn't recognize it then, and wondered whose car it was, and what it was doing just sitting there. When I looked through the back window, I could see you sitting there in your seat, and that she was obviously jerking you off."

"Holy shit! You saw all that?"

"Well that much anyway," she admitted, "I almost banged on the window to disrupt it, but then thought better of it and hurried around the side yard into the house at the back. Anyway, what I was thinking about the following night there on the couch, was wishing it had been me doing that to you, and not her!"

Now it was my turn to laugh, "Damn, wish I'd known that's what you were thinking about when I was watching you!" I grinned broadly. "I wanted so much to just walk over, bend over and start licking your pussy!"

Kathy's eyes widened considerably upon hearing that. "I'd have died had you done that," she said. "But I'd have welcomed it too," she admitted. "At that moment, I wanted you more than anything else in the world, and it was all I could think about!"

"Speaking of thinking about," I said suddenly standing up, revealing my enormously hard cock to her as I did so. "Is you sitting there touching yourself right now, with me sitting here doing the same thing, and thinking to myself that what I'd rather be doing, is going down on you!"

Kathy stood a second after I did, though pulling the white tee shirt she was wearing up and over her head as she did so. Those twin points of hers which had been so erotically pressing against the material of the shirt, now pointed towards me, openly and invitingly, her firm full magnificent breasts so wonderfully rounded, begging for attention as they almost magically appeared, Kathy now standing before me wearing only that pair of white cotton panties. I saw almost immediately the dark colored spot of moisture that had seeped into them, springing me into motion. I closed the slight gap between us, folding her into my arms, kissing her deeply as her breasts crushed against my chest, my prick poking into her belly as we embraced.

"Your place or mine?" she giggled wantonly breaking the kiss.

We soon after raced downstairs to my room, as it was just slightly a little safer for us to do so in the event mom and dad came home unexpectedly. Kathy all but tore her panties off herself before bouncing up and onto the bed, with me stepping out of my own shorts just as quickly in joining her. Once again we kissed, but this time hands and fingers seemed to be everywhere at once, the feel of her soft breast filling my hand as I bent to kiss it, then sucking it. The touch of Kathy's hand as it wrapped around my stiff cock, just holding me for a moment, gently caressing, squeezing, and fondling it exploratorally as I soon after began doing to her.

"I need to kiss you there," I half whispered against her breast as my fingers twiddled the stiff little nubbin that poked expectantly, hotly between her legs.

"Don't just talk about it," she moaned excitedly. "Do it!"

Quick as a bunny, I slid down between her legs, my hands still capturing each of her tits, her hard firm nipples prisoners between my fingers as I teased them unmercifully, likewise now doing the same to her clit with my tongue.

"Oh fuck...fuck, fuck! That feels good!" Kathy wailed openly.

"Hmm, and tastes good too!" I responded back, my tongue now spearing her split, her juices flowing freely as my mouth and lips fought to drain them from the reservoir of her cunt, which refilled itself almost as fast as I could drink it down.

As excited as we both were, had been, Kathy's orgasm began almost immediately, her cries of delight alerting me first, the convulsions of her sweet pussy suddenly beginning. In a flash, I raised up, moving up, and in one plunge, sunk my shaft into her, hilting it. Her scream then was one of joyous surprise, rapture and pleasure all at once, filling her with my prick as she climaxed, continued to climax, and then climaxed again as we made love was incredibly beautiful beyond believe. I too had been hovering on the edge for far too long, feeling my own release now joining hers as we came together as one for the first time.

We lay together for long moments afterwards, slowly regaining our senses, collecting our breaths.

"What are we going to do Mark?" Kathy asked worriedly as I held her. "I can't deny loving you, and won't."

"I can't either," I said simply. "We can't go back now, it's no longer possible."

That very night after mom and dad came home, we sat them down and told them how we felt about one another. Understandably, there was a great deal of anguish and apprehension about it after we did, we talked with our parents long into the night about it, but as there were no laws about it, nor any real moral reasons that we couldn't be together, they both soon came to accept our decision, and days later finally came to embrace it.

We did agree to give it a year before getting married, though living together as we were felt like we already where anyway by the time that we did. Kathy now slept with me downstairs in my room every night, our relationship strengthening with each passing day, the atmosphere at home now pleasant, joyful and comfortable nearly all the time, unlike in the past. Even mom and dad seemed to grow closer together during the course of that year, eventually helping us to find our own place, giving us a down payment on a small house as a wedding present.




Because I Love You



Perhaps some wouldn't agree with our decision, would find some reason to believe that we shouldn't have come together, and married as we did. But the plain and simple truth of it was, I loved her from nearly the first day that I met her, though it took time and patience and a lot of hard knocks to finally come to that realization for each of us.

Even our own personal wedding vows reflected our feelings, summing up the very thing that had finally brought us together.

As Kathy stood before me, a vision of beauty beneath the most beautiful wedding dress one could ever imagine, friends and family all gathered around to witness it, she held my hands, the ring I had already placed upon her finger along with the one she had just now placed on mine, looking up at me so lovingly, and asked. "Why do you want to marry me?"

"Because, I love you," I told her, "Because I love you."



Because I Love You



His eyes were as wide as he knew his anus would be soon. Charles Hampshire was wearing his very own ruffle-butt panties, socking , high heeled shoes with a lovely little bra his wife had been given for her birthday, and a long brown wig perfectly fitted to stay on tight.

He was suspended over his living room floor by his ankles, neck, wrists, and his nipples which were now pierced. Under the panties were these cock-hiding feminizing jock-strap thing his wife got from a catalog, or so she had told him, and the worst thing was Charles was encircled by a roomful of horny men.

His wife Helen was serving drinks full of the cock stimulants that he himself used in abundance when he would have her all trussed up like this. Helen introduced her bound husband as a friend that she had found and that Charlene was more then willing to do everyone in the room that is, of course, only in her ass.

"Charlene is saving her virginity. Helen had drugged him that was no question, but how had she gotten him dressed like this and pierced his nipples all by herself?

"Now time for the show to begin", Helen yelled as the crowd went silent, "For her first trick, I'm going to shove this huge dildo up her ass until she cries." Loud cheers went up as she pulled out this 14 inch dildo and then held up a finger for silence, "Without the aid of lube."  

The guys laughed at the joke but Charles didn't find it funny at all. He felt the fake cock touch the rim of his anus.

"May I have a volunteer from the lovely crowd to help me shove this in in one clean shove?" Hands went up but a large black man jumped up and grabbed the cock, before anyone could say anything he rammed it hard up Charlene's ass. A muffled shriek of rage and agony came through the ball gag he always used on her overpowered only by the cheers that went up over his violated ass. 

A quick adjustment of the ropes and Charles was now facing the floor, he like to whip Helen bloody like this best because she hated it. "I think this slut deserves a good ass-whipping for being such a slutty tramp."

The large weighted paddle was softy touched to his ass, the same one he loved that she had begged him to stop using, which he never did.

"One, two, THREE!" The paddle came down hard onto his cock-filled ass causing him to scream.  

"Oh, the poor baby screamed. Again, one, two, THREE!" Again and again the paddles slammed the fake cock harder into his red, bloody, and agony-ridden ass as tears fell from his eyes and screams emitted from the ball gag. She paddled him, until the rubber dong fell out of his ass before saying, 

"Everyone line up and prepare to fuck that ripen ass, and make sure you get on your best face cause Charlene is on web television." 

Helen held the cam up to watch the first guy come up to the blood-red ass of her husband, giggling like a maniac. He cursed her but she only came up to his ear and said "Don't worry baby, you will love it. I'm only doing this because I love you." The hard-cocked man reach for lube but Helen stopped him, "It's only here for show, she won't need it," 

His words from start to finish, he always told her that it was because he loved her.

The man behind him rubbed his cock on Charlene's ass before slamming it in. He was over 12 inches with a huge cock head, he fuck that ass hard and deep. Tears leaked under muffled sobs as the man behind him fuck. Helen put the cam on the desk and got up behind the guy. She forced him in deeper and harder before placing herself on the couch in front of Charlene and began fucking anyone who would do her.

Her ass, cunt and mouth were stuffed with cock as Her sissy looking hubby watched with a cock up his ass. She was fucked all the way to another room with shrieks of pleasure emitting from the room.

The men screwing his ass finally came in a rush of hot semen that wet down his gaping hole. Them another guy stepped up and was about to start when his buddy said, 

"Lets fuck that cum drenched hole together. Another slight adjustment and Charlene was in the perfect position to have two fat cocks slide in. The hot agony shot through him before he emitted another muffle cry.

"Poor girl, she shouldn't have to scream like that, hey Brian, fill her mouth and let's fuck this hot piece." The gag was removed but before anything could be said Charlene's mouth was choking on cock. Brain grabbed her throat and started sawing his cock as deep as it would go with on cock under her and on cock slamming from the front.

Charlene puked from the mouth fucking but the guy only used it as a lube as he fucked her deeper.

Her ass was throbbing with pain as one guy grabbed her nipple rings and pulled hard. Everyone was moving at a different pace and then the big cock was brought out once again by some other guy and forced in with the other two. 

Faster and faster they slammed deeper and deeper before they shot huge wads of cum in her mouth and ass.

"Alright old man, your turn." Charlene looked up to see her dad standing naked in front of him.  

"Helen always finds me the hottest bitches to fuck", He said with a smile, "When I'm not doing her anyways." and everyone laughed.

His own father's cock drove into his gaping fuck-hole as another cock was shoved into his mouth before the shock could wear off. His father's cock drove in hard and before Charlene knew it, he was being fuck by dear old dad.

That cock hit that ass with a vicious slap turning his already red ass purple, then Helen showed up, dripping cum out of her cunt and ass, she moved the guy fucking her husbands mouth and put her soaked cunt on Charlene's face. 

"Eat it bitch." When nothing was done she brought her hand down on the covered-up cock causing him to squirm, "I said eat my cum-soaked cunt you fucking whore." Still nothing, he wasn't going to suffer her cunt after this.

"Oh, you want to lay it that way. Alright, but after that you will eat my cunt or it'll get worse."

She pushed dad out of the way and pulled a 16 inch strap-on out from under the couch as the gag was put back on. 

"Turn her around I want to fuck and torture that ass." the hard cock was slammed up his/her ass, it's girth was unbelievable and it took Charlene to a whole new world of pain.

Helen handed a whip to another guy and told him to whip this whore as she banged that ass. Charlene's father came up behind her and started fucking her sloppy cunt forcing the rubber cock to fuck harder. 

The whip came down on Charlene's back leaving angry red lines, agony on agony as the ripping pain and the throbbing ass joined with the raging pain of the hard, deep ass-fucking paired with the guy pulling the gag out of the way and using the nipple rings to face-fuck deep that made Charlene lose Charles completely.

Suddenly, it all felt so good. She started sucking that cock down her throat as she pushed the rubber cock deeper humping up against it and wriggling, trying to get off on it. She knew her ass was now a sloppy cunt for use.

The lashing felt surreal and she begged for more. Helen, bless her heart, began to spank and claw that sweet ripe red ass with her long finger nails before dad came hard inside Helen causing Helen to cum. She shrieked and moaned with pleasure. 

The man Face humping Charlene's mouth squirted cum deep inside her throat and before Charlene knew it, it was just Helen and herself.

"My my my, what a good little whore you were, did you like it fuck slut?" Quick nods of the head and desperation greeted the question so Helen removed the gag, "What should I do now?"

"Fuck me again, I want to be your fuck slut again, please."

"Please what fuck slut?"

"Please Mistress Helen, fuck fuck sluts ass again."

"Yes dear"

The cock penetrated deeply into Charlene's ass again slowly, letting her relish each and every inch before slamming and ramming her huge cock into her new fuck toy. "I'm so proud Charles I want to make you mine."

"Please Mistress"

"Good fuck slut, now get read cause this is going to hurt so good." She shoved in the rubber dong and went to the fireplace for the hot brand fuck slut hadn't seen prior to now. Fuck slut tried to fuck the dong but couldn't seem to get it in anymore than it was.

White-hot metal met tender-red flesh as it burned to word FUCK SLUT deeply into his ass. Fuck slut roared with agony but Mistress wasn't done yet.

A needle pierced his balls and she put a ring into the hole the slowly but methodically she pierced him all the way up to the head of his cock. "This shit cost me a fortune so you had better love it slut. Now beg me to fuck your cheap ass again." She moved to the front of fuck slut as she spoke. 

"Please fuck my cheap hole Mistress."

"No", Fuck slut begged and whined only to be silenced by Mistress Helen's hand. "Shut up." His wife moved the large chair in front of his face and sat in it, legs spread wide. "Eat your dads cock juice outta my sloppy cum-drenched fuck hole fuck slut." 

This time, he didn't need a second time around. Ass purple-red, cock bloody and pierced, back blood-soaked and welted, with a fully violated anus. fuck slut sucked the cum out of his Mistresses cunt.

"Yes, eat all those other guy's cum you whore, eat it all I want my cunt good and clean you fucking slut or I will beat the living daylights out of your ass." With only his tongue and mouth fuck slut lapped, slurped, and inhaled cum out of Mistress Helen's cunt. 

"Good fuck slut, looks great, now I will fuck your branded ass until you cum."

Fuck slut was fucked hard and Mistress ever shoved the other dong up his ass until the hot cum erupted and stung his new piercings. But Mistress left him up in the ropes for the rest of the night, just to make sure. 

Just before she went to bed, she gave fuck slut a special treat. She pissed all over him, and he loved her so much for it. Just before the lights went off for the night Helen popped her head in and said, "Why am I doing this fuck slut?"

"Because you love me Mistress."