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Blindside

By: loquere



Thank you LadyVer & Bilko98 my editors. 

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The gift, the wrapping paper all-that had been simple and easy to pick. Alex Turner sat around his kitchen table hovering a pen over the birthday card. He was a software guy, words were never his thing. He doubted she'd pay attention to his scribbles, but still nothing even mildly coherent came to him.

The ringing of his cellphone broke his concentration. He looked at the display seeing the name Amy Glenn. "Hey baby, how's work going?" Alex asked his fiancée.

"Good. I'm just calling to say I'll be working late again. The team and I are working late on layouts."

"Still working on the posters for Inception 2? I thought you finished that when you worked late last night?"

Amy laughed nervously before saying, "Advertising consulting isn't all fun and games, but at least you get to attend a Christopher Nolan premiere. What are you up to tonight, working and hanging with the guys?"

"Yeah the guys, that's rich. I had guys in Palo Alto. I had friends in Texas. I have zero here in Los Angeles. Two places I moved from, for you I might add," Alex said, not noticing that she hadn't answered the question by a mile.

"And I love you for it, honey bear."

"I'm going to Lilly's house for her birthday. I may not have any guys here but I have my best friend so I guess you're off the hook," Alex said preparing for Amy's bound to be hostile response. Only seconds earlier he had reminded her that she was the reason he had quit his dream job in Palo Alto, leaving twice their current combined income to be with her here in Los Angeles, so she could have her dream advertising job.

"You don't need to go her party."

"I want to and I need to."

"Why? Alex, tell me, why?"

"Because, she's my cousin and it's her birthday," he said, with matter of fact laughing. Laughing that just increased Amy's tone.

"She's a pornstar!"

"She's family. I'm only going to be there for an hour or so. You're working late either way. Besides, I'm the only family she has out here."

"She... You know what? It's okay."

"No, you can't stop now. Spill it."

"I don't want her at our wedding."

"It's done, so what are you talking about?"

"I never sent her an invitation in the first place..."

"Amy, what the hell, we never talked about this. I know you don't like her, but Christ, she's family. She's my blood. No discussion."

"Don't pull that family bull. It's not because she's in Los Angeles. Even if she was back in Texas she'd be just as isolated from family. No one in your family wants to even hear her voice. The slut will ruin my wedd...."

"That's uncalled for Amy. God, I can't believe you just said that."

"Okay. I'm sorry, but she can't come," Amy said pleadingly, pouting over the phone.

Alex sighed as the conversation ended with his unwavering defense of Lilly. He lowered the pen, making a cursive swipe. With that, his remarks were complete and the card was sealed. He took the present and letter, exiting the kitchen and the house all together. 

He got into his Volvo, slowly pulling out of his garage, now driving through the heavy traffic from Burbank to San Fernando rocking his head back and forth to the tunes of Green Day; anything to distract himself from the argument with his future wife.

She was right though. His cousin Lilly hadn't been invited home to Texas last Christmas and both her parents and his had cut off all contact with her. Sure, he wasn't happy with her choice either and had been happier when she was simply a swimsuit model. But unlike his evangelical family, he understood the simple fact that she had a right to make her own decisions and live her own life. 

As the Volvo pulled onto her street he recalled the morning when they were together sitting in Starbucks when she nervously broke the news that she had switched over to the more financially lucrative, adult modeling contract gig. His understanding and guarded reaction had given her hope that her parents would accept her decision. They didn't, and Alex recalled the dual pressures of both his mom and Amy attempting to force him to detach from Lilly. 

Alex stood his ground with unwavering loyalty to the cousin that had been more like a younger sister. Alex stopped the Volvo on Lilly's car-filled streetand taking hold of the present, he headed towards her front door. 

He waited at the front door and stood there with his image reflecting from the front door's glass. His well-kept, wavy, medium-cut dark brown hair and strong jaw were soon replaced by more feminine traits as the doors opened to a woman with long light brown hair and unforgettable blue-grey eyes. 

Alex smiled at the sight of his beautifully fresh-faced cousin. Being tall was something that ran in their family which was why Lilly had been an excellent candidate for modeling. Her height was topped off with an ageless allure that would have eventually landed her next to the likes of Heidi Klum and Gisele Bundchen.

"Hey, you made it," she said, hugging and pulling her cousin inside. Her full bust pressed against his chest.

"How the hell am I going to forget February twelfth?" he said, as the hug eased and they walked together toward the sounds of the gathering guests.

"It's you. I know you would never forget. I just wasn't sure whether or not Amy wanted you here."

"Amy's fine with it, she sends her apologies. She's just really busy."

"Sure, she's fine with it," Lilly said sarcastically.

"No, really. This present's from the two of us. Happy twenty-third birthday, cuz."

Lilly lit up as Alex presented her with the poorly wrapped gift. "What is it?" she asked.

By the time she looked up from the wrapping paper Alex had crossed over into the room full of guests, mingling with his cousin's friends and colleagues, some of whom he'd had the privilege of meeting previously, to Amy's chagrin. 

From the other side of the room Alex watched as Amy's eyes widened, the red and green wrapping paper fell to the floor, revealing a present that only someone who really truly knew and loved Lilly, would have given to her. 

Through the roar of the room he looked on to see her pink lips form into a circle as she mouthed, "thank you."

The party moved forward as the rapping's of Snoop Dog filled the room. Alex started knocking back a few as he talked with the other guests. The more he talked and moved around and drank, the more at home he felt and the time seemed to fly by.

Alex continued to mingle and soon was surrounded by a petite blonde named Holly and a raven haired beauty named Karen. He treated the moment with a cool calm as they asked him what he did for a living. He tried to make software engineering seem exciting, but it seemed to him like he didn't really need to try that hard as they giggled and smiled at all he said.

Lilly came by and pulled him away from Karen and Holly. "Amy wouldn't be too happy seeing you flirting," she said, as she guided him to an empty adjoining room.

"I wasn't flirting."

"Then you need to be careful because these girls are just a bit too.... horny."

"Ha ha, actually I should actually be going."

"No! Not because of this?"

"Of course not, Amy should be home from work now is all."

"Oh, well, before you go,' she said kissing him on his cheek. Your gift was sweet. I love the Jungle Book." She froze as she flipped inside the book, reading the date on the century old text. "A first edition, too! God, Alex, you didn't have to," she said, almost nearing tears.

"Well, I know Aunt Charlene confiscated the copy that grandpa had left you in his will."

"You remember that?"

"Of course I remember. Every week you saved up your allowance to buy books. Forget the porn now. You weren't a normal kid, then," Alex said as she laughed. "Which ten year old does that? I always said she's either going to be President or a Porn Star."

"Hah, thanks for the contrasting imagery," Lilly said, looking longingly at the blue and gold book in her hands. 

"You're welcome."

"This must have cost a fortune. You shouldn't have. I don't even know that I can accept it. I really want to but I can't," she said, pushing the book toward Alex as they walked to the front of the house.

"Of course it didn't, plus, I'm not taking it back, and tag you're it!" Alex ended mockingly, jogging toward the front door.

She giggled before adding, "Okay, are you sure I can't pay you back?" 

"Don't worry. Just enjoy it. You're worth it, Lilly Flow..." Alex said, almost saying her porn name.

"What?" Lilly questioned. 

"Oh my God. I am so sorry. I must have seen it written on the cake."

"No, it's okay. Seriously, Lilly Flower was my nick name when we were kids, remember? I just perverted it by adding an s to the end of it and using it as my alias.

"Yeah, I just want you to know. I mean, of course, I wouldn't watch you're...." Alex said, hugging his cousin longingly before leaving the house

Standing at the door with him, she began to laugh. "Yeah, I get that. It's cool. Drive safely, okay?" she said hugging him tightly, her nostrils secretly taking in a deep inhale of his musky scent.

"I'll see you next week," Alex said, oblivious to his cousin's masked shows of affection as he stepped beyond the door. 

"Well happy Valentine's Day, then."

"You, too. Yeah, I'm taking Amy to the Four Seasons for the entire weekend."

"Swanky."

"You know me."

"Yes, I do," Lilly whispered as her older cousin stepped into his Volvo. She waved him off as he pulled away in his Volvo. 

Driving home he had a realization. When they were kids, he was the one that had started calling her Lilly Flower. He must have been eleven and she around seven.

Arriving home, Amy's car was in the garage which put a wide smile on his face. The smile receded as he ventured upstairs to see that she was already fast asleep. 

"I hope this project is over soon," Alex told himself as he headed for the shower to take care of two needs. It was a long shower. 

He climbed into bed, pulling back the tightly wrapped sheets and laid his tired body down. Still deeply sleeping, Amy shifted her full frame, his heat drawing her in subconsciously. Alex smiled as he brushed away her short ash blonde strands, giving her a kiss on the forehead before he closed his eyes and drifted off.

Alex awoke with a morning need, his still sleepy lids rising to the sounds of the shower. "Ah," he exhaled, lifting up his hands stretching them out. He climbed out of bed stripping his boxers down, tossing them into the hamper.

To the washroom he marched while scratching his firm bare ass. He opened the shower to her smile, "hey," he said.

"Hey, to you too. I'm sorry about how we ended things on the phone," she said, speaking over the water that was flowing through her hair down her toned body. 

"It's okay, Amy. You're honest and you speak your mind. That's why I like you so much," Alex said, stepping into the shower.

"Like me? Is that all? Are you sure you just like me?" she said, while her eyes directed her attention to his raging cock. She gripped his member into her hands. "Something big tells me you love me?"

"Ahh shucks, how'd you know?" he said, as the both of them laughed. 

She got within an inch of him using soap to rub his lengthy shaft, her face just below his. "Tell me what I want to here, honey bear."

"Ugh," he groaned as her hands quickened.

"Say it."

"God, I love you so much, baby," he said, while his hands rubbed over her soapy breast.

She looked up at him, giving him a wide smile, her lips moving to greet his. 

He stuck out his tongue as her head craned upward. Their lips locking over each other's, her right leg propped up on the side of the shower as her left hand slowed its rotation along his cock, her hand now moving his cock to her pussy. Pressing her against the wall, Alex slowly put an inch of his cock inside her unyielding trimmed entrance. 

"Come on honey bear, "she begged, her fingers and nails bearing down on his firm cheeks, attempting to push him in further, his tip barely at her entrance. She dripped in anticipation of more while he inched forward into her pussy.

In a sultry whispered tone she declared, "I love you, honey be..." With that his hips pushed forward knocking the wind out of her.

Her back glided upward with every heated inward thrust, making her bite down on her lips. With every thrust Alex made, Amy bit down harder.

He drove in faster and faster, just to have her confirm he was driving in the right direction. She gasped: "Yes, yes!"

His hand propped her left leg upward for better access as he thrust in deeper than before, her back gliding further up the wet wall with every thrust.

"Turn me around, baby," she said, after which he twirled her around like a ballerina.

Her hands were pressed against the showers walls, as her husband-to-be drove in even deeper than the last time. "You okay, baby?"

"Yes, just!" With that he pushed in further, lacking the gentle easing motions of before, thrusting in his fully engorged length, feeding all of it into her hungry pussy. Alex pounded his entire cock into her, his balls rapidly smacking into her flesh, over and over again without relent.

Seconds later she began yelling. "Oh Gawd, Alex!" Amy screamed, her legs shaking. His cock drove in with three more strokes before succumbing to her erotic arousal.

He picked her up, kissing her as they seductively soaped up and washed each other off.

Soon they were walking back to the bedroom where they both saw the time and realized they had precious seconds before needing to leave for work. 

In the kitchen they zipped past each other. With coffees in hand, they were both on their way.

Amy exited the driveway first as Alex gave her passage to do so. If this happened today, what would happen tomorrow on Valentine's Day? He asked himself. 

He watched her Acura LX drive off and couldn't wait to surprise her at the office that night. Alex had the whole day worked out. He'd go home and pack their bags after work, then surprise her at work and from there they would drive to the five star hotel where they would stay in the large Love Birds suite he had booked.

The entire weekend, just the two of them alone! She'd been working so hard. This morning was the first in a long time that they had had sex. As Alex walked into his workplace, Capricorn Computer Inc, he swiped his ID along the security scanner while Chuck the security guard observed, "Thank God it's Friday!" Alex agreed.

For the entire day Alex watched the clock. Time seemed to stand still. He wondered if he might be able to invent an alternative way of measuring time.

Soon he was leaving his desk and passing Chuck on the flip side. His tires screeched as he headed home to pack the bags and head out again in the Volvo.

On the way to pick up Amy, Alex made a quick stop to purchase flowers. Minutes later he arrived at the large studio complex where Amy worked. Oddly enough, just as he pulled up to the movie studio's gate, he received a call from her. "Hey, look who it is," he said. With her not knowing why he was so chipper, he was just about to tell her why, and to call down to security to give him access when she stopped him in his tracks.

"I'm going to be working late again, baby. The colors need tweaking for our online banners." Alex wasn't sure how to respond. It was the night before Valentine's and his plans appeared to be heading south. 

"What?"

"I'm sorry, honey bear."

"Ugh," he mumbled, clearing his throat. "I'm not happy, Amy!"

"Look, you've been great about this, Alex. I'll make it up to you."

"Do what you have to do, I guess, but we're going to need to figure this out."

"I understand."

"I'll see you at home, Amy."

"Don't wait up. Love you," she said, ending the call. Alex began to turn his Volvo around, but then he saw Amy's Acura exit the opposite gate."

"What the fuck is this?" he said to himself, turning his Volvo around chasing after the Acura. Alex followed Amy for a short while before she stopped at Kev's Motel, a seedy establishment on the outskirts of Burbank.

He pulled in seconds after her, turning down his car's beams he sat waiting for her to exit. Instead, a Mercedes pulled in next to her Acura. 

Alex had hoped that he was being paranoid. His head began to pound as his mind ran rampant with anger, only to be mellowed with confusion. "Okay, nothing happened; this could be nothing.

His reason was thrown out the window as Amy stepped out of her Acura while the balding driver of the Mercedes stepped out of his. They then hugged each other. "No foul," Alex thought, lying to himself.

Amy and her Mercedes "friend" began to walk off together and then Alex saw it, what he knew was a kiss. He was too shocked to even blink. Temporary paralysis came over him for a bad two minutes. He knocked his head on his wheel before jumping out.

Passing the Mercedes, Alex kicked out the left rear lights before moving forward, angrily hunting down the cheating couple. He looked at the row of generic looking doors wanting to kick each one in, but he knew it was unrealistic. 

Alex walked nearer to the doors he thought Amy had entered and he pulled out his cell phone and dialed her number. He heard her Beyoncé ringing tone. Alex stopped and focused on room 12, from where it resonated.

Alex wasn't going to knock, that was for sure. He pulled his body back, fiercely driving his weight forward into the wooden door, smashing it on the first try. 

Amy was on all fours getting drilled from behind by the older man, Alex recognized him as Charles, her Studio Head Boss. 

"That's right, fuck me!" she screamed to Charles. Alex wanted to slap the hell out of her and kick Charles' balls to hell and back.

Amy saw Alex and jumped to the very top of the bed. "No, oh God, Alex, I'm so sorry!"

Without thinking, without listening to the curdling screams of a pleading ex-fiancée, Alex marched toward Charles who stood up with his hands held up in surrender. 

"Look Alex, it's not what you think!" Charles pleaded, backing up and looking to Amy for guidance as she too begged for mercy.

"Alex, please?" Amy begged.

Not saying a word, Alex ran toward Charles winding his arm back to land a clear punch across his jaw, dropping him to the floor where he mercilessly wailed on his old ass. Standing up Alex gave Charles five swift emergency room kicks to the ribs and crotch, before making his exit. 

"Alex, please no!" Amy yelled, now covering her nakedness with a sheet and chasing after a leaving Alex.

"Baby, I'm sorry, Alex!" she cried, screaming her lungs out, following Alex to the door as he walked to his Volvo. He drove enraged, hearing Amy's screams in the background.

Alex didn't go home. Home is where the heart is and his was no longer there. He drove toward the Four Seasons(?) where he had booked the Love Birds package, knowing no one would be able to find him there. He just wanted to be alone.

After tossing Amy's overnight bag in a dumpster, Alex carried his into the hotel and checked in, then went to bed. He lay there fuming. He set his phone on vibrate then his anger took over sending it airborne into the wall. The phone crashing into the wall and breaking apart calmed him, steadying his heartbeat.

Alex then somehow managed to drift off to sleep but woke up not feeling any better. A knock came to the door with the pre-planned Champagne Breakfast for two. 

"Happy Valentine's Day, sir, and thank you," the waiter said, after receiving his tip.

Alex took his plate and the bottle of champagne to the couch in the spacious suite. He finished eating his breakfast and lay down on the bed, guzzling most of the bottle by the afternoon, his head was spinning. Lunch came just the same as breakfast had. He had planned what was supposed to be a romantic weekend perfectly. 


Blindside



The sun had now gone down. Alex knew that it was much later in the day. Suddenly the door opened. "Alex, are you here?" asked a voice he'd known all his life. 

Lilly walked in, seeing him under the sheets. "I'm so sorry, Alex."

"How'd you find me? How did you know? Fuck," Alex said, his head spinning slightly less now due to the sobering effect of lunch.

"Amy came to my house thinking you'd be there. She seems really broken up. She told me everything. It just spilled out of her and then she literally vomited while she was telling me the story. After she left I remembered what you said about the hotel," Lilly said, waving an access key.

"The front desk just gave you a key, like that?"

Lilly blushed. "We have the same last name, remember? I told them I was your wife," she said, climbing up onto the bed and sitting atop the Egyptian cotton comforter. "Move over, make space," she said.

"Are they allowed to do that? What if you weren't my wife? What if you were my wife and I had another girl up here?" 

"Look at me. Who'd cheat on...," she stopped, mid joke covering her mouth with her hands. "I was joking. Sorry, that was really insensitive."

"No, it's true. I sure as hell wouldn't cheat on you," Alex said, with a long face.

Lilly wanted to read deeper into his words, but refused to. It was the response of a deeply saddened man. "She was an idiot for what she did. Don't even think about reconciling or anything yet. Come out, just the two of us we'll hit the clubs. It's Valentine's Day. She fucked around. You do the same thing to even things out and then you two can patch things up."

"It's not that simple, Lilly!"

"Well then, we'll make it that simple," she said, jumping from the bed and grabbing his arm. 

"Are you really going to make me beat you up and force you to shower and change?" Lilly asked.

"Yeah, like you could beat me up."

"I did that one time when we were kids."

"The time I slipped while we were rollerblading?" Alex asked.

"No, that other time," Lilly said with a childlike voice.

"You always had a knack for fiction," Alex said, getting out from under the covers. He was completely oblivious to his nudity in his zombie like state as he walked toward the washroom.

Lilly's eyes followed Alex's swaying body longingly. She could sense his pain. 

"I'll take a shower, alone." She didn't understand the alone part, but at least him taking a shower was progress.

Her eyes somehow ventured over to his night stand, spotting a wrinkled up piece of paper. Lilly picked up the ripped up piece of paper and felt an instant flashback as she read the note. It was signed "Love, LF."

Her heart rate quickened as she stared at the love note, wanting to rip it up. Just then Alex exited the bathroom with his pants on. "What's this?" Lilly questioned.

"You know how I never throw out anything in my wallet, right?"

"Like George on Seinfeld."

"Ha, yeah well, back in senior year of high school someone slipped that love note into my locker. I never figured out who did it though. Remember, I told you about this. Long story short, I had forgotten I still had it in my wallet all this time," Alex said, poking at the clothes in his bag.

"That was a really long time ago."

"Well, I forgot I had it. It's only when I was looking through my wallet to remove memories of Amy that I found it. To tell you the truth, it made me feel better. It's a truthful expression that doesn't change as long as I hold on to it. You know what? I'm being crazy," Alex said, pulling out his bag of clothes

"No, it's not. It's kind of sweet."

"It's gay and pathetic," Alex retorted.

"Hey! No it isn't. I doubt it was a guy who wrote it," Lilly said, getting Alex to smile.

"Ha ha, yeah, okay. I always wondered who it was."

"It was probably Sophie Kelson."

"Yeah, right, the head cheerleader." Alex stood there at his mirror and the image of the tongue pierced cheerleader came to mind. He quickly returned to reality answering Lilly.

You sell yourself short. Everyone always put her on a pedestal," Lilly stated.

"No, not because of that. Whoever wrote it has the first name L and a last name that started with F."

Alex continued to talk but Lilly was now on internal panic mode. "You stupid bitch! Why would you sign your nick name?" she questioned herself in her head. "Because you secretly wanted him to figure it out. How hasn't he, yet?" Lilly said, arguing with herself.

"Lana Felton!"

"What?" Lilly asked.

"Where have you been? Did you not hear my explanation?" Alex asked.

"She was in all of my AP's. We hung out a few times but nothing ever materialized."

"That makes sense. So, what do you think she's doing now?" Lilly said, changing the conversation.

"Only God knows. She was big into diseases," Alex said, now fully dressed.

"Diseases? What?" Lilly asked Alex as she walked with him to the hotel room door.

"Researching cures. She wanted to be some sort of Medical Researcher."

"Okay, that makes a lot more sense," Lilly said, exiting the hotel room.

Alex stopped at the door. "I can't do this. I can't just act like everything is normal."

"Alex, remember when I had that break up two years ago just after having moved to California? You flew to LA all the way from Palo Alto to cheer me up?"

"Yeah," he said, standing at the door.

"Remember what you said when I refused to leave my house?"

"No."

"Get the fuck up and get the fuck out."

"Lies!"

"You don't have a choice."

"Yes, I do," Alex said, turning around to head back inside.

"Come on."

"Nope," he said, closing the door.

Lilly took a deep breath as she made a bold move. "If you go clubbing for an hour, at the end of it I'll tell you who wrote the damn letter."

The door opened slowly to a wide eyed Alex, "You know? You wouldn't keep something like this from me for so long. I know you. You don't know shit."

"Don't believe me," she said, walking away.

"Alright, I'm coming, but at the end of the night I'll know?"

"Yes, but you can't ask until then."

Alex thought for a few second before finally saying, "Cool," and walked beside a now distressed looking Lilly.

"We're heading to my place so I can change, and then we'll hit Club Jay." 

----

Alex waited in Lilly's Prius while she changed inside. In actuality, the first thing she did upon entering her house was guzzle down three shots of vodka. She now exited her house in a short, form hugging black mini dress. Before calling Alex out of the Prius, she pointed to the taxi she had rung up.

"You look really good," Alex said, causing Lilly to blush. Knowing that he meant it in the most non-sexual sisterly way made Lilly regret her decision to confess her feelings tonight, the day after his life shattered in front of his eyes.

The taxi driver could barely focus on the road as his eyes drifted to his back seat. He had the strongest feeling that he'd seen the girl somewhere before, but he couldn't place her until a minute after she left his cab.

"Lilly Flowers, lucky bastard," The cabbie proclaimed, instantly getting hard in the privacy of his confined workplace. 

Lilly pulled her cousin past the long line of people and many lingering eyes, male and female following the familiar looking figure as she faded away from their periphery, hand in hand with what appeared to be her tall handsome boyfriend.

With a nod the bouncer moved away, giving Lilly and Alex clear passage as another bouncer brought them to a booth stacked with alcohol.

As Alex watched the women dancing uninhibitedly, thoughts brought him back to yesterday. Lilly tried multiple times to get him onto the dance floor but failed. He was content around the booth, looking, thinking and drinking, but mostly drinking while thinking.

Lilly swam through her colorful cocktails with the alcohol flowing through her veins calming her nervousness. Her internal battle between, "Do I?" or "Don't I?" fading to the beat of the club.

The two sat drinking, thinking away at their separate dilemmas, Alex thinking out the horror of telling his parents, and the two hundred guests, "I'll just have to tell them the truth," he thought. However many times he thought about the topic he wanted to punch the table as he also thought of Amy's betrayal.

He wanted to yell at a top volume but instead settled on taking a large gulp of his screwdriver. Every single time the urge came over him he drank. Pretty soon his anger subsided as the alcohol inhibited his senses and subdued his aggression.

Four hours of drinking had a toll on both bladders. When they came back from the washroom it was the more intoxicated Alex that now proposed the question of dancing. "You want to... dance?" he said with a slur.

"Okay," she yelled over the loud music.

He guided her onto the dance floor and for the first time since he had first seen her outside of her house he noticed her long endless legs. His inebriated mind allowed him to think deeper on her appearance than usual. 

She slowly danced into him stealthily, closing the divide between their two bodies. She drifted her body closer to his as the music ringing into her ear changed. His head buzzed and his body swayed to the ever closer glowing warm form.

As the next song mellowed, he moved his lips to her ear, slurring. "O..'kay tell me who now." Lilly's stomach tightened a bit as her lips opened up to tell him. The escalating loudness of the song changed, enough for her to not be heard. Instead she found her lips nearing closer to his than it should have, from an inch to a millimeter to nothing, turning nothing into something as her soft seductive lips covered his.

His head jerked back after five seconds of shocked delay. As couples shacked, grinded and bubbled around them, they stood frozen in place. Lilly watched the cogs turning in his head, his pupils rapidly widening and locking into the blue-gray eyes that now avoided him. She feared the worst, her body tensed up and began to drift away from him.

However, he wouldn't let her go. His disjointed animalistic mind ran wild assessing her endless legs, the smell of her hair and perfume and the sexy black mini that made her flawless full breasts just pop.

Pulling Lilly's sculpted hourglass body close, Alex's lips cruised towards hers meeting like perfectly matched magnets. Her tensed long frame relaxed at peaceful ease.

Now her swimming mind heated up, her heart beating joyously as his tongue entered her mouth. His tongue actively tangoed alongside hers. At that moment he was doing what she had wanted him to do since they were teenagers. 

The music began to pulse calmly, mirroring the slow saliva filled kiss. The dance floor darkened as Lilly closed her eyes, taking in the feeling of his swirling tongue. The dynamic between the two of them forever changed. She grinded into him, her hand taking in all of him that she'd admired for so long. Her left hand freely squeezed his firm buttock and her right hand glided over his cloth covered hardened crotch. His eyes widened, her actions not giving him pause, but cause. 

His hands roamed her hot curvaceous frame; running over her plump round ass before lowering to her legs where they slipped under her tight black mini dress. He looked into her twinkling eyes as his fingers made the realization that there was no barrier to part. She gave him a seductive grin with her pink lips; she had put her panties in her purse while in the club's washroom. He inserted his middle finger into her wet hot pussy, slowly pushing against its tight grip. This set her tongue wild in his mouth. In a sea of distracted eyes they were alone. His middle finger slid gently into her eagerly accessible wet vagina. She moaned as he added another, her muscles rocking around them rhythmically. 

The fingers running through her made her needs run rampant. "Let's go!" she said, pulling him off the dance floor and out of the club and into a cab. Still unable to calm themselves, their tongues clashed and collaborated, around and around and back again. 

Long after they had left the cab their tongues were still competing for supremacy, slipping and tangling over each other. Her legs followed this mantra wraping around his waist, unable to wait to exit the elevator. She guided the disoriented Alex to the hotel room where they tripped over each other after having entered it, falling to the floor with a thud. Alex began to laugh alongside Lilly's uncontained giggling. 

She rolled on top of him kissing his face softy while her fingers in one swift move unbuckled his pants. His painfully hard head popped out, her hands instantly took hold of his length. Her tongue reentered his mouth once more, stealing saliva.

Her hand slowly moved along his shaft, her body now drifted downwards passing his waist. Her blue-gray eyes stared up at him while she made her descent; her tongue running up the underside of his cockhead, slowly running over the sensitive head. 

By the time Lilly's lips took Alex's cock into her hot moist hole(?) he had begun to huff and moan without control. Her hands continued to work his saliva covered pole. She moved up and down his cock slowly watching the blissful expression on his face as she did so.

She felt a fulfillment she never felt while going down on a guy and wanted him to cum for her again and again. This thought drove Lilly further as she moved her head down around his cock, her mouth and tongue sucking and licking his head, causing his fingers to dig into the carpet.

He yelled out, "I'm goanna.... Ohhhh!" 

She went down deeper now moving up and down with quickened speed. His body jerked sending rope after slimy rope of his white seed into her mouth.

"That was great...Lilly... Flower." Alex mumbled as he began to stand. 

Lilly smiled as she heard his words of praise. Still her hunger overcame her. She pulled him back to the floor, pulling off his shoes and pants in the process, kicking hers off as well. Handicapped by his well-oiled state he fumbled with the buttons on his shirt.

Finished with his pants and boxers she shifted her body upwards, her hands taking hold of his shirt and ripping it. Even with a gallon of alcohol flowing through him, Alex's cock jumped to attention in response to her body's soft warm flesh rubbing against his. 

Her feet positioned around his waist she began to lower herself down, his cock rubbing against her pussy lips. Unlike Alex she still had a keen mind and didn't do it to entice him, but for the sake of remembering the moment. 

Lilly held his patient cock in place, lowering her readily wet lips around it, causing an honest moan to escape her depths. Her drenched pussy slid down his shaft when to her sudden surprise Alex stood up scooping her up as well, he held her in place with his hands while pushing her down on his shaft while carrying her. 

She nibbled on his lower lip kissing it while he lowered her unto a chesterfield. She sat up, wanting to be closer to him, her lips moving from the corner of his mouth down to his neck. Alex moved his cock in and out of her slippery adapting hot pussy, moaning "Umgh," like a barbarian. 

Lilly sacrificed her need for closeness by lowering her back to the dresser's cold wooden surface. Propping her legs on his shoulders, Alex now drove deeper and deeper. In truth they were closer than before, his cock driving in and out with bruising speed.

His right hand took advantage of her splayed out position. Taking hold of her soft naturally firm breasts and squeezing them gently, Alex licked his lips together while Lilly's tight pussy provided a competing distraction to her fully engorged breasts.

Minutes later she was screaming, her pussy quivering as his hips slammed into her. The more she screamed the faster his hips moved in. His discovering fingers ran along Lilly's thighs while her ass glided on the dresser trying to meet his every inward thrust.

"Yes yes, Alex," she moaned as he drove forward. 

"I'm goanna... I'm goanna cum," Alex breathed. 

"No," she said, greedily wanting her long awaited fantasy to continue.

It was too late. Alex shot deep inside her, filling her up before his legs started to shake. Keeping his balance, he picked her up and carried her to the bed, intending to continue their fucking when suddenly the dizziness that had been with him since the club overcame him. A heaviness now weighed down on Alex's eyelids.

She cuddled next to him, attempting to get him hard again, but the night and the alcohol had taken its toll. Rubbing her hand on his now lifeless form, Lilly realized he was fast asleep. 

Still naked the two cousins lay side by side. Lilly caressed her fingers along his body, mapping it by touch. Soon she too could not resist her exhaustion and fell asleep next to Alex. 

Hours later the sun shone through the large windows of the Love Bird suite. 

Alex began to rouse from his sleep, his head banging. "What the hell happened last night?" he asked himself inwardly. "Fuck," he said, feeling the weight of last night's beverages and the grinding pain. Then he felt a body stirring next to him.

With his head still hazy, he parted the thick comforter to see the back of a long curvaceous beauty with long light brown hair. "I can't believe I scored last night. When did I go out?" he thought full of questions, his eyes looking longingly at the beauty. His cock hardened in immense approval. 

His hand took hold of her round left cheek, shaking it, asking, "Hey, are you awake?"

He heard her squirming but no words came out. His attempts to get her to turn over were not working.

"Are you okay?" he said, crawling over her seductively fit frame. Her eyelids were forcibly shut, but she was awake. His body rolled over hers, his eyes taking a few seconds to adjust to what he was seeing.

"Oh God!" he yelled, falling backwards and off the bed onto the floor, his rigidity now dwindling into insignificance. "Lilly?" he shrieked.

Lilly's fear that Alex wouldn't remember their night together became a reality. But she was not prepared to confess all over again, at least not like this.

"Alex!" she said, rolling over to his side of the bed, offering him a hand up. He stood there on the floor in a daze.

"Did we?" he asked.

"Yes," she said with a tear rolling down her face, while his stomach contracted heave ho-ing up and down.

He calmed enough to ask "Did we use protection?"

"I'm on the pill."

"Lilly, I'm so sorry. I swear I didn't mean to. God, I hope I didn't force you." he said as he scratched his head. Suddenly, the reflexes of his throat began to flex as a feeling of nausea overcame him.

Alex ran to the bathroom as Lilly followed, choosing to cover herself up due to his negative response. She looked on from the washroom door with a saddened, terrified look. "God, this is how he feels," she mouthed quietly.

Lilly left the passage of the washroom for the hotel room's doorway where she began to dress, taking her panties out of her purse. Putting on her ankle boots and preparing to leave, she was all dressed and at the door when Alex came out draped in a robe. He stopped her and was about to touch her shoulder when he recoiled, thinking touching her to be inappropriate.

"I am sorry, Lilly. I'm so sorry I took advantage of you while you were drunk," he said, putting together what he thought were the pieces.

She turned around with tears streaming down her face and moved into hug him. "I am so sorry," he said once again, afraid to reciprocate her hug with his hands.

She rubbed his back not wanting to let him go. "No," she whispered as she sobbed wildly. 

"It was me", she said, resting her head on his shoulder.

"You don't need to do that," he replied. 

She pulled back staring into his eyes, "I love you."

His eyebrows arched upward, confusion running over his face as her lips moved toward him, giving him a soft purposeful kiss




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Alex jerked his head backwards, but unlike before he wouldn't reciprocate the kiss. "Lilly, the fuck!"

"Lilly, you're like my little sister. What was that?" he asked as he pulled from her embrace, his chest constricting as full realization slowly came to his tortured mind.

"Alex, I'm sorry. I've felt this way for a long time. Your first words weren't 'that whore.' You've always been so great to me. I love being with you. I can't help it." she said through tears.

"You're my cousin. We're blood! If this conversation is going where I think, we can't have it!" he yelled as more tears fell from her face. "I'm sorry for yelling, but Lilly, what were you thinking?"

"I'm in love with you." she said sobbing. "That's what I was thinking." 

"Look, I think you're just a bit confused... Wait." he said his mind began to work. "You're LF?"... "I'm so stupid!" he yelled, his head banging in post drinking pain.

Lilly turned around and began to walk out. "I should go."

"No," Alex said, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"I should go."

"We need to figure this out. We will figure this out."

"There's nothing to figure out, you know how I feel and you clearly don't feel the same. It's time for me to go."

"Close the door, Lilly," he said firmly.

They walked over to the couch in the large room, both sitting at opposite ends. "I'm sorry if I ever did anything..."

"I'm not going to sit here and listen to you apologize and make this seem like it's something wrong to blame yourself for.... I should go this was stupid," she said, tears returning in double stream.

She began to stand, but Alex stopped her. "Stay, please just stay." He stood up and got her a cloth for her tears and returned to his seat.

"Lilly, it's not your fault."

"Don't try to blame yourself for last night again, Alex. I wasn't that drunk," Lilly confessed.

He took in a deep breath. "You don't think there've been times when I've thought of you ...sexually?"

"Really, no, you're lying to make me feel better."

"When have I ever lied to you? When?" he asked, sitting down beside her.

"After I started porn?"

"I've never watched one...with you in it. You know that. It hurts me to my core that you do that."

"I'll quit if that's what you want."

"You can't put that on me, Lilly. I've always tried to be balanced with you, to not push you away. When we were teenagers, even long before the modeling, there would be times we would just be hanging out and I would look at you and think, 'what if.' I love you. I love spending time with you. I'm happiest when we're together."

Lilly's face began to brighten with this confession. 

"But, I'm not in love with you, Lilly. Us together is just not right. It can't happen."

"No, you can't tell me this and then say, can't. You know how much I was hoping you would feel the same way. I've never met a guy like you, Alex. You don't judge me and you love me for who I am, not what I do."

"Lilly, it's just not right!"

"We don't have to tell anyone."

"You think I'm embarrassed about you. When guys bring up your name at work I tell them you're my cousin and to be respectful. Embarrassed? I'm proud of you."

Lilly looked at Alex longingly. "Who does it hurt Alex? I've wanted you for most of my life. Just tell me if you don't like me or if you're not attracted ..."

"God, Lilly. It's not that and you know it. Don't play this game. If you weren't my cousin I would have made the move myself," Alex said, his head pounding unmercifully. He already regretted his confession. Subdued, he melted onto the couch.

"Then pretend I'm not," Lilly said, closing the miniscule gap between them, her face coming closer and closer her lips meeting his. After thirty seconds he pulled his body back and pushed hers away. In that delay Lilly was given more than hope. Her hand had brushed over his crotch and it was not indicating any protest. Just the opposite!

"Lilly, Jesus Christ, we can't. It's just wrong!" Alex protested again.

"Did kissing me feel wrong?" Lilly asked while trying to inch closer to him once more.

"Well that's the problem..." he said, staring into her eyes before he paused.

"What were you about to say?"

Leaping into the air, away from Lilly, Alex finished his thought. "The problem is it's supposed to feel wrong, but...." 

Lilly took to her feet with the intent and knowledge of the fact that it was now or never. If there was going to be a future of any kind with Alex, she needed to find out now.

"It feels right, doesn't it?" she asked Alex knowingly as he moved to sit at the corner of the bed. 

He sighed deeply, before saying, "Yes."..."Crap," he said in a final outward thought.

Relief and a smile filled Lilly's face as she sat next to her cousin while he stared endlessly into nowhere. 

After five elapsed minutes of just sitting, Alex turned his face towards Lilly and moved his head towards her, his lips dominantly covering hers, his fingers grasping her waist with care. 

Lilly's moist lips and wet tongue sucked on his, her lips wrapping around his tongue as if it were fucking her mouth. She first sucked at his bottom lip then moved to the top lip. Her head and mouth shifted, tilting and turning to meet his eager tongue.

His hands freely traveled to her chest, roaming along her breasts through the material of her black mini, continuing to explore Lilly's body, entwining with her light brown waves from time to time. 

His eagerly curious fingers caused hers to move in tandem with his search. Alex finally pulled his head back. A smile of fulfillment danced along Lilly's pink lips, but still she felt his hesitation. She used her hands to drop her dress and began working on her bra.

Alex began to move away, "Look Lilly, stop," he said, rubbing his hand through his hair.

"What?" she asked after just unlocking the clasps of her bra. 

"I just ended a relationship, and then this. We know what our feelings are, but we need time. I need time."

"It's not like you're going back to Amy, right?" she asked with her firm full breasts now exposed once again. 

"Of course not, but I need time! You have to understand how this is just a little bit of a shock to my system," he said looking at her breasts, both his mind and his cock regretting his words.

Lilly sighed. "Yeah," she said, nodding as she redressed. 

"I'll find a new place by the end of the week and then we start this slowly."

"Why don't you just move in with me?" she asked.

"We take it slowly," Alex said again, dismissing her eagerness to start a relationship when he had just ended one.

"Uh, you're right, you need to stop that," she said as they stared at each other.

Lilly, fully dressed once more, stood near the door. "I love you!" she said with its new heavy meaning.

"I love you too," he said with little hesitation before giving her a quick kiss goodbye. She opened the door and slowly walked out. 

Alex fell to the floor as the door closed, his mind wrapping around the sudden turn of events that had led to this.

That day, the Sunday after Valentine's Day, he went about trying not to think about everything that he had been hit with. He put his phone that he had smashed to pieces back together. There was a massive buildup of calls and messages from Amy He spent the rest of the day pacing around the hotel room and halls in an aimless daze. With the phone fixed, every minute a call and text now came in from Amy. Alex kept ignoring the calls. Their couple's cell phone plan that had once seemed practical and affordable now seemed like a moronic idea.

With the sun having set, Alex was in bed when he got a call he actually did decide to answer.

"Hey?" he said, answering the call.

"Hey to you too. I'm sorry that I sprung this right after the Amy thing. I know how you felt about her."

"No, Lilly, I should thank you."

"Really?"

"Of course."

"Why?"

"After this morning I sure as fuck am not thinking about her. What I felt for her no longer seems to matter much."

Lilly began to laugh, melting away the awkwardness of the situation. 

"Good, but I'm sorry I forced all that on you. You shouldn't have to deal with all this at once."

Alex paused. "It's never going to be the same, but we need to discuss our relationship in person, Lilly. We can't hide behind the phone."

"What are you saying?"

Alex paused again. "All I know is what I said, and I love being with you too. The more I think about it, the more I want to be with you... and the more I love you. Let's take it from there, okay? Slowly."

"Yes you're right. Well, I'll speak to you sometime... this week?"

"Probably. Most likely, yes."

"Just tell me when you're ready, Alex."

"I will, Lilly."

"Bye, Alex. Love you."

"Love you too, Lilly Flower," Alex said, leaving Lilly with a stupidly wide grin for the rest of the night.

Alex went to bed soothed by the sound of his Lilly Flower. He woke up early with a new resolve and focus, his passion and desire for his flower overwhelming. He got dressed and headed to the hotel's front desk, where he then checked out. Deciding to take Lilly up on her offer of staying with her, he sent her a text to meet up later.

He was now happily steadfast and decided not to second guess his thoughts. "God, am I crazy for wanting to do this?" Alex asked himself.

Next he went to the bank to remove his name from some key things like the house and credit cards that he shared with Amy. 

Arriving at work half an hour late, Alex was walking from his Volvo, when an Acura pulled up behind his parked Volvo. Amy looked like she hadn't slept in days, her hair looking like it had been in a tornado. 

"Amy, you need to go. I don't want to talk to you!"

"Please, just listen."

"If you stay I can't promise you that I can control what I might say," Alex said, his previously subdued anger boiling."

"I'm sorry, Alex. I really am, baby. You need to listen to me for a second."

"So, was it what it looked like, your boss fucking you up the ass? My view was clouded and he was in your pussy." Alex said as a few coworkers arrived, walking slower than usual to enter the building. "What the fuck are you all gawking at?" Alex yelled at what could have been one of his bosses. Nonetheless, they began to walk faster.

"Alex, please, I'll do anything. We belong together."

"I'm done. Are you serious?" Alex asked, walking away laughing, as he neared the building entrance.

"We need to be together for our kids," Amy said, pulling out a paper from her pocket.

Alex stopped in his tracks. "What?"

"I'm pregnant."

"Well, your boss has plenty of money. You and your bastards will be happy," he said, moving to step inside the building. Chuck, inside at the security desk, was looking through the glass with concern.

"Alex, stop," Amy yelled with nerve. "I quit my job with an email that night. The next day, that Saturday, I went to the doctor's appointment I'd been putting off. I was exactly two months pregnant. Two months, Alex."

"Two months, two months!"... "Two months ago?" Alex said, now reaching out for what was a sonogram. He saw an image with two circles, penned in red."

"Twins?" Alex asked, his eyes beginning to fill with water because he knew that two months ago Amy and he had been stuck for two weeks in a cottage with her parents. 

Other than ice fishing, singing and watching the stars, all they could do was fuck. Forgetting the birth control had hindered things for the first few hours until Amy decided he could just pull out.

With full certainty derived from the sonogram, his anger dissipated and was replaced with full unbridled elation. He startled Amy, picking her up and hugging her tightly. "Are you okay? Am I crushing you?"

"I love you," Amy declared. 

Alex put her down. Her words had reminded him about what had happened and now he was remembering Lilly. His head began to throb painfully.

"Go to work, okay? Then just come home and we'll talk. I don't expect you to forgive me, Alex, but we can work this out. Right?"

Alex nodded and walked off in a daze. "I love you," Amy called out. Alex didn't reply as he walked in and passed Chuck without a word.

"Hey, Alex. Is everything good on the home front?" Chuck asked, without receiving a reply. The same happened on Alex's way out. It was not a very productive day.

Arriving home, Alex pulled the Volvo up to the house, deciding to park on the corner, avoiding the garage completely, not even taking a chance on the driveway.

Alex knocked at the door and rang the door bell. Amy answered the door saying, "What happened to your key?"

"I don't have it any more," Alex replied, walking into the house. His eyes right away noticed all the boxes, most of the furniture appearing to be either packed up or moved.

"Amy, you're moving?" Alex asked in surprise. He had believed that Amy intended for them to get back together. He was torn between his driven obligations and what his body growingly hungered for: Lilly.

"We're moving," Amy said, killing Alex's hopes.

"What do you mean, we?" Alex asked.

She began pulling his hand toward the unmoved kitchen chairs. He slowly pulled his hand back, following her independent of her guidance. Alex was constantly torn between the anger he felt towards her and the unconditional love he felt for the lives growing within her.

"Your job in Palo Alto. I got it back!"

"Well who'd you fuck now?" Alex asked, regretting it as soon as he said it. The fact that she was now carrying his children changed everything.

Amy swallowed saliva, clearing her passage before she spoke. "I deserved that. I'm sorry. I really am."

Alex brushed his hand through his hair. "No, look, I've just been through a lot here."

"I know. I really mean it. It will never happen again, Alex."

"Look, this is not going to work, Amy. You hurt me. A lot. You lied to me. You screwed around on me with your boss. You betrayed me in the worst way a woman can betray the man who loves her. And, you did all of this after I gave up so much for you to move here to be with you. A better paying job. My friends. My hometown. What the fuck were you thinking? You think all you have to do is say you're sorry, you'll never do it again, and, oh, by the way, I'm pregnant, with twins? And, Alex, I love you so much I got your old job back for you? Right. You shit on me once. It won't happen again. It's going to be hard, if not impossible, for me to forget what happened, Amy, much less forgive you."

"All I need is for you to forgive me. We can go to counseling. Charles never meant anything to me, Alex. It's always been you. You know how much I love you. But I got scared. The wedding date drew closer and Charles became my sounding board."

"Amy, don't try to justify the crap you pulled. "

"I'm not passing blame. I did it. But it was a stupid two-time mistake."

"Two times? That's your justification, that you only screwed around on me twice?"..."I loved you, Amy. I would have done anything for you. I've proved that over and over. And what did you do to prove your love? You screwed around on me when you got scared about getting married. There's a big difference in how we both show our love, Amy. Guess what? Your way fucking sucks."

"Are you saying you don't love me anymore?" she asked, teary eyed. 

"I'm saying I don't know."

Amy had meant what she had said. But most of all she was shocked. "I sold the house, Alex. We can start over again in Palo Alto. We'll raise our kids there. We can make this work, together! We'll push back the wedding and we'll work this out." Amy said, laying it on thick. She knew full well the way Alex was wired and she would do whatever she could to keep him. She knew it was impossible for him to abandon his own blood.

Alex didn't reply. If Amy had started off with plans for the wedding, she knew he would have rejected her fully. "I need to go somewhere," Alex declared. Getting up, he walked out of the kitchen and out of the house and got into the Volvo.

He arrived at the house that took the place of a second home sometimes and walked to the front door. He didn't even need to ring the doorbell. Lilly was waiting. She greeted him with her familiar warm smile. "Hey, you're late!"

"I'm so glad you made this decision, Alex." Lilly said, moving to hug him and feeling the distress in his grip.

They were now inside the house. "Alex, what is it?" 

"We should sit."

"No... Where is your bag? What's going on?"

"Amy's pregnant with twins and they're mine." Lilly wanted to scream. She was sure she knew where this was going.

"You don't know that."

"I saw irrefutable proof."

"What kind of proof?"

"She showed me a sonogram of the twins and said she was two months along. She got me my old job in Palo Alto, which I haven't quite figured out what to do about yet."

"You're moving?"

"Look, Lilly I'll get a DNA test after but I'm sure their mine."

"I was so excited about this, Alex."

"Lilly, what am I supposed to do?"

"You do what's best for you, what makes you happy, that's what you do."

"It's not that simple. I need to be there for my kids."

"You can still be there for them."

"Yeah, I leave her and marry you. A judge is going to look fondly at that when it comes time to fight for custody..."

"Wait! You were thinking of marrying me?"

"I was just saying, Lilly."

Lilly moved her soft fingers under his chin, pulling his face to hers, kissing his lips and then finally pulling her lips away. "The kind of person you are is why I love you."

"I'm so sorry, Lilly."

"Don't be," Lilly said. "So you're going back to her?"

"Yes," Alex said with a long weighted sigh. "But I no longer love her."

Lilly was going to respond but then Alex kissed her forcefully pressing his tongue into her hot willing mouth. With his nose rubbing against her, he mouthed, "I love you."

Minutes later they were in her bedroom. He lifted her up her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the bed. Then they both stripped like there was no tomorrow. Once more, he picked her up, lowering her to the bed. 

Starting at her legs, Alex's lips kissed their way up past her knees, then up her thighs. His tongue glided to her vagina. Kissing her lips, his tongue licked away at the Lilly's citrusy pussy juices. "Oh yes," she mouthed as her hands grasped his head and pulled him even closer.

He removed his head from her entranceway, replacing it with a single finger and then a second. He pulled up his body as he drove his fingers deeper and faster eliciting encouraging moans from her depths, "Oghhoddd, Alex." 

Alex left her gasping as he pulled his fingers away from her entrance. Kneeling on the bed, he replaced his fingers with his anxious cock, driving in with a full thrust. Lilly repositioned her legs up into the air near her chest, pushing his cock into her tight slippery hot pussy. "God, I love you" Alex said, staring into Lilly's blue gray eyes. He drove his cock going deeper and deeper with each thrust, her pussy flexing and gripping in response to each motion. 

His hips charged forward as his cock rammed into her tight beautiful pussy. He lowered his head and lips to kiss her, his tongue rubbing against hers as his cock propelled into her. The kiss intensified as both neared the end. "Yes!" Lilli yelled. "Yes, right there! Yes, yes, yes!" she gasped as she climaxed. 

Alex drove in with his last few fierce thrusts. Soon he was falling next to her, sucking on her beautiful engorged breasts. His tongue went wild over her big hardened nipples causing her pussy to drip once more. "I love you," Lilly said to Alex. 

"I'm in love with you, Alex replied." Lilly smiled, understanding fully.

They cuddled next to each other, her head on his chest. "I'm sorry that we're going to have to sneak around. Are you okay with it? Do you understand?" Alex asked.




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"I said I love you," Lilly replied, pausing before adding, "Take care of your children the best way you can." Alex's heart leapt at hearing her support, giving her a deep kiss triggering another session of love-making and hot sex.

He left late that night. Arriving home, Alex parked in his garage. When he walked boldly into the house, Amy was fast asleep. He opted for the guest bedroom where he slept alone as he was not ready to play his role in their façade. He was only there for his kids and nothing else. But he did plan to tell Amy they would have separate bedrooms once they were back in Palo Alto.

The move to Palo Alto went smoothly and seven months later Amy gave birth to a healthy set of triplets, not twins. Sonograms don't show everything. Much to Alex's joy, they had two boys and one girl. Lilly too was overjoyed as an aunt, but was mistakenly afraid that her lover might emotionally return to the distrusted Amy. Especially after the DNA tests came back confirming they were his kids without a doubt, elevating Amy to the status of wife.

Going forward, Alex never failed to surprise his breath taking executive assistant with a dozen lilies, or roses when the occasion called for it, like every Valentine's Day which they shared locked away together. You see Alex's extraordinary abilities in his first couple of months back on the job, soon demanded a promotion and the option to hire an assistant of his choosing. Lilly having decided to move out of the adult industry alongside Alex's offer, provided an opportunity for the two to solidify their love, alleviating all Lilly's fears of losing her man. Their secret romance only grew stronger with each passing day. Their passion and love for one another only growing stronger.



Blindsided



This story contains vanilla sex, big tits, and a story. The names have been changed and at least one location is not where the story happened. My memory may be a little faulty and it may have altered the story, a little.  

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""I can count on you to get blindsided at least once a game," my older brother remarked on our way home from the homecoming game and dance. He was right. We were leading 14-6 at the beginning of the fourth quarter and with two minutes left the game was 20-14, still in our favor. I'm the quarterback for our high school. I was a senior and having a pretty good year.

I took the snap and dropped back the three steps I was supposed to and I looked for Matt Hanson out to my left. Number 80 from Malad High hit me so hard my grandmother vibrated. The ball came out of my hands and I saw stars. All the people in the stands saw a fumble recovery that was run back seventy two yards and we lost the game. My brother was right. I was blindsided. I never saw it coming.

A few months later I graduated and started my summer job. Growing up on a family farm I never had to wonder if I could get a summer job. I had to wonder if I'd get paid. We had two crops that year, corn and sugar beets. When I graduated I was 6'1" and weighed 185. I wondered if I would make the college team. By the time summer was over and I got in my Dad's old pickup to drive to college I was at 210 pounds. Farm work can do that.

I made the team and played back-up quarterback for two years. My reputation for being blindsided continued. My junior year I made it through the season with no sacks. I wasn't blindsided once!

In the third game of my senior year I was blindsided by a guy who went in the first round of the NFL draft as a linebacker. At graduation someone sent me a present, a white cane. I gave up on football.

After I graduated I went to another university to get a Masters in agriculture. My older brother didn't want the family farm. I did. At Cal Poly I met Karen.

She was from Iowa, blond and she had big boobs. What attracted me to her was that she wasn't all made up and fake looking. She was scrubbed. The first time we met was in an organic chemistry class. She sat next to me and the first thing I noticed was that she smelled clean. I looked over at her and thought, 'Wow! Looking good!'

I thought she was out of my league. At Cal Poly I wasn't on the football team. I was a nobody. However, week after week she sat next to me. We talked sometimes about classes and chemistry, but nothing social. I noticed that almost every day she was walked to class by some handsome guy. Not always the same handsome guy, but always someone.

On the day of the midterm she was waiting for me just outside the classroom when I came out.

"Now?" She asked.

"Now, what?"

"I've been patient. We are officially half way through the semester and I'm still waiting." Her hands were on her hips, her chest pushed forward right at me. The sweater pulled tight between her breasts.

"Maybe I'm dense. Waiting for what?"

"For you to ask me out!"

I was shocked! She was telling me she wanted to go out with me! 

"Oh that," I said in an attempt to be funny. "Would you go out with me?"

"When?"

I thought for a second. All I did was study, eat, sleep, watch basketball on television and masturbate. I should be able to fit her in there somewhere.

"Tonight?"

"Where will we go?"

"Where would you like to go?"

"Back to your place." She was standing just inches from me, looking at my eyes. Her voice was slightly louder than a whisper. If she had touched me I might have fallen down. "Brazen hussy!" I heard my mother's voice in my head.

"It's a mess, but anytime." I hoped my voice didn't betray the lust I was feeling and my anxiousness to take her home and to bed.

"If I go back to your place with you you'll probably hit on me and want me to take off my clothes." She was smiling in a way I wasn't familiar with. Of course I would hit on her!

"OK. How about if I don't ask you to take off your clothes?"

"Then what will we do at your place if I'm not taking off my clothes?"

"Talk, order Chinese food delivered, watch my tiny TV, drink a beer, go for a walk. There are endless possibilities."

"I don't know if I believe you." We were walking toward my old pickup in the school parking lot. She seemed to know it was mine. Maybe because it was the only truck with Idaho plates at the school. "I haven't seen you with anyone all semester."

"I'm flattered that you noticed. To be honest I've seen lots of bees buzzing around you but haven't seen any land."

"They are only interested in my tits!" She said with venom.

"Biology does that to many men and boys."

"I haven't seen it causing you to act stupid."

"I have a theory about that. City boys grow up detached from nature. Every one and every thing in their lives is covered up and hidden. They focus on what isn't available. Country boys grow up with nature all around them. I spent years getting up at four in the morning to out to the barn and squeeze teats for an hour. I like your breasts but they aren't what attracts me to you."

She hooked her arm through mine and asked, "Well, since it isn't my tits what?"

"You don't smell like a chemistry experiment. You always smell clean."

"That's important?"

"Chanel won't ever make any money out of me. I don't like perfume. Again, I think it's about coming from the farm. Almost all farms have a mix of smells and part of what my Dad taught me was to learn how to interpret those smells. City boys seem not to know how to sniff the world around them. City girls seem to believe all the advertising that says you should smell like Chanel or White Diamonds."

I opened the pickup door and she jumped in. I watched as she slid her cute ass across my seat. She didn't go far. When I got in she was up next to me with one hand on my thigh.

I drove and she asked questions. I did my best to answer. She knew my Masters was in agriculture and she asked what I was going to do with it.

"Dad wants to retire and I'll take over the farm after I graduate. My older brother has already signed all the papers. The farm is mine when Mom and Dad are gone."

We were at my studio apartment. I parked in the alley behind the building and got out. I turned and Karen was standing against me. Her arms went around my neck and she kissed me. My arms went around her waist and I kissed her. She tasted like strawberries. 

I opened the door to my studio and she stepped inside. She took it all in, in eight or nine seconds. A small TV, a kitchenette, a desk covered with papers and books, a bookcase, and a bed. A queen sized bed. Karen walked to the bed, turned and asked, "Are you sure you don't want me to undress myself?"

"I want to talk a little more and then we can decide about getting undressed. Please sit down."

She sat on the bed. I brought the chair from the desk close to her and I sat.

"Why are we going so quickly to naked?"

"I'm twenty-five years old. I started dating when I was thirteen. I was a D cup on my fourteenth birthday. I tried the "let's go slow." I tried, "Let's wait until we're friends." When I said "No" to getting naked the boys still told everyone we got naked and fucked. By the time I graduated from high school I had decided that since I was already labeled a slut I might just as well fuck on the first date. These tits are a curse. I read about how normal women meet and get to know men. It just hasn't ever worked for me."

"Stand up, please."

She stood. I stood. I took a hold of the bottom of her sweater and pulled to up and over her head. Her very large breasts were covered in purple lace. The bra was a front closure, support bra that any engineering department could have been proud of. I knelt and unfastened her jeans and pulled them down. Purple lace panties. One glance told me there were no hairs peeking out. I helped her step out of her shoes and the pants. We didn't talk. I stood back up and took off my shirt.

"Hmmmmm," Karen said, as she looked me over.

I unbuttoned my 501's and dropped them to the floor. No underwear. I wasn't completely hard. My penis showed interest but not overwhelming lust.

When the only clothes between us were purple I spoke.

"I want to see you naked. I want you to want me to see you naked. If you want me to see you naked take off the rest."

She reached for the front closure and stopped. She slowly changed direction and hooked the waistband of her panties and lowered them to the floor. When she stood back up she looked at my eyes.

"Stop. Don't take off your bra. If you do you will keep believing that all men want them before they want you. I wouldn't care if they were gone."

A tear escaped and ran down her cheek. She didn't speak. I took her in my arms and kissed her. I kissed her face, her lips, her neck, her ear lobes and my hands explored her back, waist and hips. Karen welcomed every kiss. Her tongue explored my mouth and her kisses matched mine as mine explored and savored her from the shoulders up.

My cock was hard and pressed against her belly. Karen's belly was, at once, hard and soft. Some women, city women, have the flat stomach and they are soft. No muscle. Karen had a little softness with muscles underneath. As I kissed her I smelled the clean smell I knew as Karen's, now mixed with the odor of aroused woman. 

She broke our kisses and lay back on the bed. I knelt beside the bed and kissed her knee. My hands spread her legs and I slowly kissed my way up her smooth leg. The closer I got to her pussy the stronger her arousal odor became and when my cheek touched her pussy I stopped. I moved back down and kissed her other knee.

"No, Pete. Kiss my pussy, please. I want you there." Her voice was a raspy whisper.

I held her knees apart and leaned to her now open pussy. The light coming through my window showed the nectar sparkle. I touched the nectar with my tongue. She jerked and moaned.

"Oh God! Pete eat me! I love what you are doing to me!"

I was in no hurry. Actually I was but I knew better. When I was eighteen I was taught how to make love to a woman. My mentors (my Mom's sisters) taught me that going slow and focusing on giving a woman as much pleasure as I could would always bring me the best from her. So far that had always worked. I painted the inside of her pussy with a wide, wet tongue. From the bottom of Karen's vaginal opening to just above her clit I slowly licked her.

Her breathing changed and she called out often.

"Pete, I'm seeing stars!"

"Ohhhhh, I need to pee!"

"Pete, I'm cumming!"

I felt her tremble and felt the spasms of her pussy as her orgasm flooded her with sensations. I drank in her juices and loved how they tasted! I rested my head against her thigh as she came down. Her breathing slowed and she reached for me, drawing me up to rest beside her.

I kissed her gently and she returned it just as tenderly.

"I wondered how I would taste on someone else."

"No one ever kissed you after oral sex?"

"I'll bet I have blown a hundred dicks in my life but that was the first time anyone ever ate me."

"I will eat you, lick you, kiss your lower lips, any time you want. I love giving you pleasure like that."

"How about breakfast?"

"We haven't even had dinner yet. It's still light out!"

"Do you have stuff for breakfast?"

"Yes. Eggs, English muffins, sausage, turkey bacon, cream of wheat, and skim milk."

"Can I be here for breakfast?"

"Any day. The bigger question is what about dinner?"

"We could get dressed and go out."

"We could. How do you feel about Chinese?"

"I don't like Cantonese food, Hunan or Schezwan I love."

I rolled over and picked up my phone. I hit #4 on my speed dial.

"Mr. Tsu, this is Pete at 1876 Willow. Can I get some dinner delivered? Good. Hold on a sec, OK?"

"What would you like? His restaurant is called Hunan Garden."

Half an hour later there was a knock at the door and Mr. Tsu himself smiled when I opened the door. "It is good to share food sometimes, Mr. Pete. I put extra fortune cookies and almond cookies for you."

We sat on the bed and ate. I fed Karen and she fed me. In between bites we kissed. A few times she used her chopsticks to gently touch my penis. When dinner was eaten we cleaned up and went back to bed.

Karen still had on her purple bra. We held each other and talked about our childhoods, our schools and our parents. Somewhere in all that talking Karen put my hand on her bra. I slid it down to her belly.

"You don't like my tits at all?"

"I listened to you. Every man you've ever known wanted your tits first and never got around to wanting you. If I never touch your breasts and you understand that it is you that I like, then missing out on enjoying your breasts will be OK. "

"I want you to like all of me."

"OK. I do. You explained your history and I don't want to be one of those guys. If I am then what we are starting here will end soon. I don't want that."

"What are we starting?"

"I have no idea. I see lots of possibilities. This can be a great afternoon and evening and nothing more. It can be a semester or half a semester affair. It can be we move in together and spend every possible moment naked in bed together. It could be that we create a great friendship that includes sex and when summer comes you come back to the farm with me. It could be that tonight is the beginning of a life long relationship with marriage, kids, the PTA and all that. Right now I don't want to say no to any of those possibilities except the first one."

"I never wanted a one night stand either. I want at least a half a semester with you."

"OK. I agree."

"You agree?"

"Yes. I'll make it formal. Karen, will you be my exclusive woman from this moment until the end of the semester?"

"What if, at the end of the semester, we want more?"

"We make a new agreement."

"So, if someone asks me tomorrow if I have a boyfriend I should say, Yes. Pete."

"How does that feel?"

"Like I wanted to say it a month ago. Some men are really slow."

"I cannot change the past. I'm not too good at subtle when it comes to people. Crops and animals yes, but I'm still learning people."

"I understand. If I want you to get the message I should say it clearly."

"Exactly."

"If it's OK with you I'd like to go to the bathroom and then go to sleep."

I pointed to the only other door than the door we came in through. She walked in and sat down. She didn't close the door. I couldn't see her but easily heard her stream. I waited until she was back in bed and shut off the bedside lamp. I spooned up behind her and put my arm over her. In minutes we were both asleep.

Somewhere in the night she took off her bra. Sometime in the night my hand held her breast and she held my hand to her breast for the rest of the night.

When I woke up Karen was still spooned with me. My morning hard on was tucked between the cheeks of her ass. My hand held her breast. I could feel her nipple pressing into my palm.

"Good morning boyfriend."

"Good morning. I like waking up like this."

"Plan on it happening often."

"What time do you need to go?"

"Yesterday was my last mid-term. I don't have a class until ten on Monday."

My mind was working on a plan.

"Let's eat breakfast, get clean and dressed and go to your place."

"Why my place?"

"You need clothes and woman stuff if you are going to spend a lot of time here. You shouldn't wear the same clothes every day."

"Between breakfast and getting dressed could you have me for a snack?"

"Right now, if you want."

"No. I need the bathroom. I'm hungry and I want to be smelling clean for my man."

"Right! You can have the bathroom. I'll start breakfast."

We began our first full day as boyfriend and girlfriend. I like the term lovers better but we hadn't mated yet. As I cooked I realized that since we had made ourselves a relationship I wanted to begin freely expressing what I felt for her. I shut off the stove and joined her in my shower. We soaped each other and made sure that we were both totally clean. This was my first opportunity to really look at Karen's breasts. They were easily the largest natural breasts I had ever seen. As I washed her I hefted them and was shocked at how heavy they were. Even though they were large the nipples were centered. When my soapy hands went over them she shuddered a little, telling me that they were very sensitive. The skin was almost translucent. Pale and some blue veins showing through. Her areola were elongated slightly with nipples that were longer than round. I wanted to suck on them but decided to wait. I was surprised at how at ease Karen was about my body. She scrubbed me and when she was doing my back she slid her soapy hand between my butt cheeks and cleaned me thoroughly. It surprised me and it felt good. When I cleaned her I did the same. As my soapy fingers cleaned her anus she said, "That feels good."

The hot water started to run out. We laughed and got out. I dried Karen and she dried me. We walked back into the bedroom and I took her in my arms.

"While we're out today, would you remind me to get some condoms?"

Her face lit up. She kissed me and led me to the bed.

"I don't have any diseases. I am on birth control and I have five more days before my period. I would like it if our first time was right now. It will be good, clean fun!"

"Even my parents approve of good clean fun." 

Our first mating was slow and tender. I think we kissed a thousand times. OK, it was probably only a hundred. Karen guided my cock into her pussy and she was wet enough that I slid in deep in a couple of strokes. As we held each other and our bodies got to know each other my senses were focused on how the insides of her pussy felt. I had sex before, and with other college women but this was definitely different. 

Karen's hands explored my body some more. She had scrubbed every inch of me and now was touching and holding for her pleasure, and mine. I felt the rise of my orgasm and asked, "Are you sure I should cum in your pussy?"

"As long as you cum inside me. I want you to cum inside me."

"Good, cause I'm there!" I thrust hard and deep, holding myself deep inside her as we both felt my cock pulse and deliver a hot load of my juice. When I was able I stroked out and back in again.

"Pete, can you suck my nipples without coming out of me?"

"I don't know. We can attempt that move but I may need to study yoga before I can do it."

Her smile and sparkling eyes told me to make the attempt. It was very easy. I centered my mouth over her nipple and sucked it in. As I figured in the shower her nipples were very sensitive. I felt my cock coming back to life as I played with Karen's nipple. I stroked in and out and we both moaned. Her long nipple got even longer and I loved the way it felt in my mouth. 

My body demanded that I pump harder and hit against her pubic bone at the bottom of each stroke. I worried I was hitting too hard. Karen let me know how I was doing.

"Oh God, Pete! You are the best lover ever! Slam into me!"

My hands held my weight off her and she held my arms, using them to brace herself and thrust against me. I released her nipple from my mouth and pounded harder into her. 

She dug her fingers into my arms and let a long groan turn into a scream as she came. Her body shook and I felt a flood of juices come from her pussy. I stroked, but slower, until her orgasm began to wane. She turned over without even losing our connection and when she was in the doggy position she pushed her cute ass back at me.

Automatically my hands held her hips and I resumed pistoning. The sounds of our mating were the sounds of wet bodies making more wetness and slapping it around. 

"Pete, Oh Pete! Cum in me!"




Blindsided



As I drove up to our garage I found myself worrying. I was later than normal and I knew Jim would be worried. I kept building my excuse so that I'd have it somewhat practiced before I walked in.

I hadn't fallen into the affair willingly, but now, after six months, I craved the sexual heights my lover drove me to. I still love my husband but for some reason, Samuel does things in my mind and body that I can't keep away from.

I've tried to break it off with Sam. I have tried time and time again. He's just so damned seductive and he also knows all the buttons to push to get me to fail my own will and terms every time.

Jim, if he knew, would probably be more than a lot angry. I thought that if push came to shove though, I'd be able to talk him out of a divorce get him to forgive me. I had a plan for working on him just in case.

That's how far I've fallen. In my six month love affair I'd found a new me and made plans to prevent Jim, my loving husband, from kicking me out of his life and home if or when he found me out.

I was certain that he'd never figure it out though. I made sure he had sex whenever he showed any interest and sometimes I even started things when I didn't really feel like it ... because I love him so much. I do love him. Really ... I do.

Once in a while, every few days or so I'd get that guilty feeling and want to stop what I'd done ... to go back in time and never have allowed my attraction for Sam to have gone so far as to end up in a sexual fling with him.

It isn't that I love Sam, because I don't. Matter of fact, at times I don't like him at all. He gets in a mood sometimes while we're fucking and begins to treat me like a whore or slut. Those are the times that really give me the big orgasms, even though I hate what he does to me in the process. I just can't resist him or his ways.

I look into the rear view mirror and check my lipstick and hair. I took a shower at Sam's place and made myself presentable, but I am paranoid about Jim looking at me and perhaps seeing something out of place that I can't explain easily.

I have the same soaps and shampoo at Sam's that I use at home. I even have changes of clothes and underwear I keep at Sam's too. Just in case. I've been very careful to plan each time with Sam now. Ever since that one time five months ago when I came home and Jim asked me about my perfume.

I realized that I wasn't wearing any since I'd showered at Sam's. I also suddenly remembered I'd put on some of Jim's favorite perfume before leaving for work that morning. I'd managed to dodge the bullet that time though. I made up a story about having spilled some cleaning chemicals on me while digging through the closet for some Kleenex our employer kept stored there. Jim had bought it hook line and sinker.

One last look and I got out. Walking into the house, I stopped at the front door and looked around for Jim's pickup. It wasn't where he normally parked it. He'd left it on the street almost in front of the neighbor's house. That was odd. He usually parked it in our driveway.

Meanwhile, inside the house:

I watched Giselle as she checked over her face in the rear view mirror. It had been a long tiring day for me and I was tired of waiting for her arrival. Of course she was late again. It had been getting more and more to be normal than an exception. Had she been where she claimed she was, I'd had no problem with it ... but that wasn't the case.

It had all started months ago and up until it became totally unavoidable, I'd tried to find a way to get her back with me. I'd tried everything I could think of ... with no help from her. I had made a decision that I wouldn't let her know I knew about her affair. I knew that she had to break it off on her own to do either of us any good.

Dinners, movies, flowers, candy ... I'd tried all the usual things. I got creative ... I made her a special knickknack shelf, glass encased. I'd picked her up from her work on a Friday and we'd gone into the city for a weekend of loving and just going to wherever she desired.

I'd tried talking to her about 'us' but even that had fallen on deaf ears. The weekend in the city had started out with her being angry at me ... but by the end I thought I'd made some headway. That didn't make it through the next week though.

I finally began to attack her, arguing about her hours and her job. All that succeeded in doing was getting her mad at me. Our sex life dropped off substantially, and then dropped off more, and then dropped more yet. What had been several times a week and at least three times on the weekend had become ... well it had been a week and a half since we'd last been intimate in any way ... two weeks since we'd actually had sex. She hadn't noticed as far as I could tell.

I'd known all along what was going on. Five months ago I'd actually caught her at it, but she'd managed to fend off my questions and fire back an excuse about why she'd taken a shower at work. What she didn't know was that I'd followed her that afternoon and I knew precisely why she'd taken the shower and her job had absolutely nothing to do with it.

Finding out had crushed my heart, but I still loved her enough to try to win her back. She was the woman I wanted to have children with. She had my heart and I'd fallen very hard for her when we'd met. Now ... well, it wasn't going to be all that hard to do what I had to do tonight. I wondered briefly how she'd handle it when I left ... but thought she'd probably run to her lover and they'd laugh at me, the imbecile that they'd pulled the joke on all this time.

How can a husband compete with a lover who has no need to perform routine 'honey do's' for a wife? How can a husband not confront a wife about her cheating with her lover and try to win her back honestly? I'd tried my damnedest and failed. I'm going to be telling her that I have to go out of town on an emergency road trip tonight. It wouldn't be the first time something like this had come up ... but it would be the last.

You may ask why I didn't confront her. All that would prove is that I caught her and she'd be sorry for that. That I'd caught her is definitely not that she'd decided ahead of time to quit. My thoughts were I'd win her back to me without a hint that I was aware of her indiscretions. That way I'd know in my heart that she truly loved me. Obviously, now to me at least, that hadn't worked.

What she didn't know was that all my worldly belongings were packed in my truck. I'd split the bank accounts in half. I'd quit my job and taken an offer from an old friend who lived clear across the country. I'd made plans to cancel my cell phone plan, picked up another phone, paid off my old cell phone plan, a penalty I was willing to pay in order to keep her from calling me later on. I had one week on the old phone left ... and it was a relief knowing that.

My 401K would transfer to my new employers' savings plan; my cash balance retirement plan would be safe where it was. I was a little upset over having to quit my job as I liked the people I worked with and my job was about as perfect for me as a job I'd ever had. It sucked having to walk away from my co-workers, employer and customers like this ... but it was something I had thought long and hard about.

I'd given it my best shot, and Giselle had ignored my efforts totally. Too caught up in her affair to realize she had lost me ... or perhaps she just didn't care? It didn't really matter at this point. The papers would be served on Giselle the following Friday while she was either at work or at her lover's.

Am I running out on her you may ask? Yes. Yes I am. It hurts me too much to face her with her infidelity. I know that were I to confront her now, she'd be sorry, cry and possibly beg me to forgive her. That's exactly what I don't want. I didn't want to look like some beggar trying to get their wife back that way.

What I wanted was her to realize that I loved her and that she still loved me. I wanted her to see for herself what she could lose. I wanted her to take me back, damnit! Obviously, I lost to her lover. Even though I know what kind of 'man' he is, I know that she won't or can't see that side of him yet. She will though. Right about the time the divorce paperwork is served or shortly thereafter.

Until then, I planned on calling her nightly like I usually did, hoping that she wouldn't notice I was using a motel room phone, or be too concerned about my not using my cell phone. I figured that she'd never notice anyway, as she always seemed too distracted to really talk to me now.

I don't know what she expected of me. I don't know why she even started the affair or why she is keeping at it. I really don't know what she truly feels about me anymore either. She can't love me. Not, at least, like I loved her once, before all this shit started.

If she did love me, she'd never have been with another man. She had though. She'd been with him for months now ... and showed no signs of stopping. I'd given up after months of hard work on my part to try to win her back. I saw the handwriting on the wall. He'd won, I'd lost.

Angry again, I began to work on my fake story, trying to keep my bile down as Giselle walked up to the front door. I went into the kitchen and got out a cold beer. I was desperate to do anything to keep my mind busy while I worked at calming down inside. This was not the time to mess up and blow my plan all to hell.

After talking to my lawyer I'd found out exactly what the court's would expect on our divorce. I was reasonably certain that Giselle would welcome the divorce since she seemingly had given up on me now. I was also certain that she'd have her lover move in with her right away after getting those papers next week.

My closet doors were closed up, the dresser drawers too. A casual glance by her wouldn't reveal the almost total emptiness they contained now. I wondered briefly, what she'd think when she discovered that emptiness? Would she feel anything at all? How would she feel to find out that the few remaining clothes in my closet and dresser were ones she'd given me?

Smiling as she walked in, she came up to give me a hug. I turned my head so her kiss met my cheek ... not a new thing as of late either. She hadn't complained about it before and she didn't tonight either. The last sex we'd had was over two weeks ago and she evidently hadn't noticed that lack of sex with me either. Her lover must be getting it real good from her.

"How was your day today?" I asked, not really caring what kind of day she had, but I knew I had to pretend to be the same old loving schmuck of a husband she could count on.

"It was good. You seem upset ... is something wrong?" Her reply was automatic even though she tried to tinge it with concern.

"Yeah ... I have to make a trip again. Work. I'll be gone a week, leaving in the morning." I was watching her for a reaction ... only seeing a smile begin on her lips before she forced a more serious concerned pout.

"Oh honey. On a Saturday? You have to travel tomorrow?" Her eyes spoke the truth though, in that I could see she really seemed relieved I was going to be gone. She was even happy about it. More time for her lover perhaps.

"Yeah. It's going to be a long week. Job is behind and I have to go oversee the construction now."

I was relieved that she seemed to be taking my huge lie as a truth and wasn't getting all angry as she used to. I knew enough to keep my answers short and simple ... no elaboration such as she'd given me over the last months.

That was one of the tip-offs to me about her affair. Her excuses were minutely detailed to an extreme. And then one day I'd had to take a trip out to a job and she hadn't argued about it with me like she had in the past. It had caused me some wonder. Later, not much later, I'd discovered her affair, and then it all made sense.

We had dinner and watched TV for a while. She was in her favorite chair as I sat on the couch, hoping she'd have a last minute change of heart and stop me from my chosen path that had started in the morning.

I held out hope for a couple of hours but it wasn't to be. We'd lost it all, I could see clearly now. She sat there ignoring me for the most part and never once looked at me. It was as if I wasn't even there.

She watched TV but I could tell from her actions that she was thinking about her lover and how much they'd be able to be together this week. If she only knew that I'd be gone forever tomorrow...

Meanwhile ... watching TV, Giselle's mind was going full out...

'He doesn't suspect. I'll have a whole week with Sam. He'll be able to sleep over here with me ... or me over at his place. We'll get lots of sex in, and I know he'll take me out nightly for dinner and dancing too. I know that I shouldn't be happy about this at all, but Jim's trip will be exciting for me. He'll be out of town and I'll have Sam as much as I want. It will be great. My plan for one last great week just got better. Next week, after Jim gets back home I'll be able to cut it off with Sam and concentrate on Jim and me. It'll work out perfectly. We'll go out with a bang.'

That night I rolled over and tried to get Jim interested in some loving but I found him snoring lightly. He was asleep ... again. The last few months had been hard on him with his job and all, but it surprised me that he'd gone without sex with me for so long.

The thought entered my mind in an instant, unbidden. 'Could he be cheating on me with someone? Was it possible that I'd missed any signs that he could have discovered my cheating on him and he'd been doing the same to get even?'

Looking at his face as he slept I couldn't see anything that would tell me. I knew he loved me. I questioned once again my affair and why I was still carrying on with Sam. Why?

Sam wined and dined me. He took me dancing. He was okay in bed, about the same size as Jim, but it was the other things Sam did that caused me to want to be with him. Jim loved me and in our lovemaking, that was a difference that I cherished. Sam fucked me, and at times that fucking was hot and rough, and what I needed.

Sam takes care of needs other than sex for me too at times. I really like going out to eat and dance with Sam. He is gentle and attentive while we're out and it is as if I am the only woman in the world in his eyes. So much so that when we'd get back to his place or the motel rooms as the case may be, I'm ready to pay him back for the great times.

Our time has been exquisite but it's about time to stop it. Lately I feel like I'm losing Jim, and my greatest fear is that he'll discover my affair and either leave me or hurt Sam or worse yet, do both. Matter of fact, I've noticed that for the last few months Jim has been working hard to be a good husband for me.

A little stray worrisome thought crept into my mind. 'Was that because he knew about my affair and he was trying to one up my lover?' I dismissed that thought immediately. Had Jim known, I know what would happen. He'd go ballistic and probably go after Sam.

I didn't want to have to bail Jim out of jail, should he do something rash. I wasn't sure what Jim could or would do if he found out about my affair, but I was relatively certain that he'd leave me in an instant. Yes, this week would signal the end of my time with Sam, as fun as it had been. I needed to concentrate on my husband and starting our family. It was time.

That morning I woke to an empty bed. He'd left without a hug or kiss or even a goodbye. At first I was uneasy, even a bit afraid but I convinced myself that he didn't want to wake me up. Jim is a loving husband and caring enough to know that I was tired and could use some extra sleep.

His call that night was good, but nowhere as good as having him at home with me. Of course, Sam was on his way to our place as I spoke with my loving husband. I was going out with Sam that night and we'd end up at either his place or here. I'd have my cell phone and Jim usually called me on that anyway.

Jim seemed preoccupied during the call, but I knew that his job was probably weighing on his mind. When he had to go out of town like this he usually focused on the issues on the job and that left him little time to sit and think about not being near me. This worked in my favor as far as Sam and I went too ... so I understood and was understanding of his lack of 'focus' on us at times like this.

I was ready for Sam when he knocked on the door. I'd left the garage door open and he knew to just drive in, close the door, and then come around to the back patio door. I was sitting on the kitchen counter, naked, waiting. His knock caused my spine to shiver as I knew what he'd do once he opened that door and saw me like this.

I'd shaved myself clean for him, my legs spread wide open in an obvious invitation to him, and my nipples were hard as steel. I was wet too since I'd played with myself for a bit after Jim's phone call.

"Giselle? Are you here?"

His deep voice sent shivers to my spine again and as he walked in, seeing me, the look in his eyes made me go wetter than ever.

"I'm right here waiting Sam. Can we take care of something before we head out to dinner and dancing? I find that I'm a little ... in need."

The look in his eyes as he beheld me laying there made me flood down between my legs. I could hear it in his voice ... lust, deep desire ... I turned him on.

"Jesus ... Oh God, you're beautiful Giselle. Amazingly so."

His hands were working the buttons on his shirt as he lewdly licked his lips. I could see desire in his eyes. That desire was part of why I had continued the affair as long as I had. Jim, for whatever reason, hadn't shown that look to me for quite some time now.

Naked he stepped up between my legs, his hands smoothly running up my legs, fingers soon rubbing my clit and my very wet pussy lips. Bending over, he licked my nipples, hard as they were, and then he moved up to kiss me hotly on the mouth.

As our lips met, his fingers left my pussy, going to my nipples to pinch and roll those hardened little buds almost roughly. I felt the head of his hot hard cock rubbing my pussy lips, and pretty soon that hardness split my pussy wide open, driving the air out of my lungs as he thrust deeply into me.

His pubic bone crushed against my clit and my first orgasm hit me hard. I was so hot I came as his cock first bottomed out in me. I knew that this night would be one of the best ever with my lover.

His thrusts became harder and stronger as my orgasm carried me up and over. Sam was pinching my nipples and talking dirty to me. The feeling of his cock up inside me was more than I could stand, and I began to have multiple orgasms. It seemed that each time Sam bottomed out in my pussy, I'd cum.

The feeling of my bald pussy against him woke things up deep inside me too. I felt single and free. His cock pulled my lips in and out on each stroke and as his pubic hair would crush against me on an in-stroke I felt strange vibrations on my clit. Bald was beautiful.

Sam squirted his load into me and I felt every little bit of his sperm filling me up. He had fairly copious loads and I'd even swallowed them with fervor as his cum tastes almost sweet. He told me once that he ate lots of fruit, mostly citrus types, and that was the reason for his sweet tasting cum. Whatever the case was, I craved that taste often.

He pulled out and as he stood back I shoved my fingers deeply in, retrieving some of his honey and then I licked my fingers clean. Sam smiled as he watched my debauchery. I could never be this open and free with Jim. For some reason though, Sam I loved to tease like this.

I kept dipping and licking for a bit and then we took a shower together. After that we went out to dinner. I don't love Sam ... I mentioned that. This would be our last week together too. Still, he had what it took to make me a wild and wanton slut.




Blindsided



I never took the time to think, I mean truly think about what I could lose. I never took the time to really think about my actions and how they could affect my husbands love for me. I just went with the moment and longed for the feel and taste of illicit excitement that Sam brought me.

At dinner we sat near the back in a darkened booth. As we ate Sam kept feeling me up. He started with my braless tits, barely covered by my unbuttoned blouse. (I'd unbuttoned the top five buttons on the drive over and the swell of all of my breasts could be seen if I opened my arms very far, threatening to expose all of them at times.)

Later, while waiting for our dessert, he began to finger my bare pussy and since I was wearing a very short skirt and garter belt and stocking, there wasn't much there to stop him, even if I'd been inclined to do so. The feeling of his strong, long fingers stroking up and down my slit drove me to the edge of orgasm several times.

After dinner he took me dancing at an upscale crowded club. Once on the dance floor his dancing became suggestive and downright sexual. I reveled in the nastiness of it all. I mean, here I was, a married woman whose husband was away, out with a lover who was feeling me up in public.

I'd shaved my pussy for my lover. I'd swallowed his cum numerous times. I'd allowed him to take me any way he wished, including anally. For my lover I was a slut. It was truly the sexual odyssey I was journeying on more than anything else I suppose. For Sam I could be the slut and not worry about what he'd think of me later on. For his part, Sam had kept up some gentlemanly efforts, and I was thankful for that.

At one point, during a slow dance, Sam's hands were on my butt. Soon I felt his fingertips on my skin. My short dress was pulled up, exposing my bare ass cheeks and stockings to everyone around us. I felt the rush of the sexual high burn brighter. What would Jim have thought if he'd seen Sam doing that? I wondered briefly.

Almost as quick as the thought of my husband entered my mind, Sam brushed him out by slipping a finger into my bottom. Right there on the dance floor, Sam was fingering my asshole ... and I loved it.

I saw a few women nearby staring at us with what could only be described as lustful imaginings. Of course there were a few, a thankfully very few that were more disproving too.

Later that evening in my bed in my home, Sam fucked the living hell out of me. I went down on him sucking him off and swallowing all his seed. He went down on me and licked my pussy until I begged him to take me with his cock. He did. As he was fucking my doggie style for the third time my phone rang. I answered it, motioning Sam to be quiet.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's me. I got in a bit later than I figured I would, but I thought you'd want to know."

"How was your drive?"

"Un-eventful."

"What time do you have to be in to work in the morning?"

"Early. I'm going to hit the hay. Talk to you tomorrow."

"I love you. Good night honey."

Sam was fucking in and out of my pussy as I spoke to Jim. I was troubled a little bit, in that I didn't hear Jim say he loved me. 'I must have missed it what with Sam fucking me while I was on the phone. Too distracting.' My thoughts were dropped suddenly as Sam picked up the pace and started to drill my pussy hard and fast.

My orgasm overtook all my thoughts and for the rest of the night Sam kept my mind on him and his cock. For the first time ever, I even took Sam's cock in my mouth and sucked him off right after he pulled out of my ass. I'd never done that before. I guess having Sam fucking me while I was on the phone with Jim did something deep inside me, making me feel extra slutty or something.

The rest of the week went by quickly and Sam just stayed at my home in the evenings. We'd fuck and suck most of the late afternoon after work, go out and eat dinner and then come back to fuck and suck until we crashed and slept until time to get up and go to work.

I was feeling nasty and slutty knowing that me, a married woman, was sleeping with a man that I wasn't married to. The sharp edge of excitement that I now craved was like an explosion of lust all week long. Even then, I knew that Friday would be the end of it. I was breaking it off Friday, taking the weekend off and resting up for Jim's return home. I'd begin to make up for my dalliances with Sam, and make sure that Jim knew I loved him.

Jim's end:

I arrived at my new home early in the afternoon. I'd driven quite fast, pressing the speed limit and the extra bit that most highway patrol cops would allow. I was in a hurry, and I wanted to get as far away from the wreck of my marriage as I could.

Terry, my old friend had a pretty busy business going for him. He and his wife had worked hard to bring it from the idea stage into the reality stage and over the years he'd written, emailed and phoned me, bouncing ideas of my head and trying to get me to go to work for him. He'd been to my wedding ... he'd been a Pall bearer at my dad's funeral, and he'd been a close friend of mine since high school.

His wife, Pam, was a great lady and had a damn good head on her shoulders. I often found myself wishing that Giselle was more like Pam. One could look at Pam and see that she'd never cheat on Terry, ever. She had a look in her eyes whenever she looked at her husband that shouted "I LOVE YOU TERRY" every time. I hadn't seen that look in Giselle's eyes for quite some time now, for at least six months anyway.

My new job would be working the programming end of things. I am very good at programming, having been targeted by Microsoft, Sun, and a few others when I graduated. My college Masters Thesis had been on my pet project on programming and I'd been working on that idea for some time. I had made arrangements with Terry to share it with him since it was about ready. It was how I 'bought' into Terry and Pam's business.

By the time my divorce was over with I'd probably be making some serious bucks for the first time in my life. I'd timed everything over the last few months to ensure that by the time that happened, I'd be free of Giselle. She didn't deserve to share in my idea or the wealth it would bring anymore. I had put up with her cheating this long for a reason, and now the end result of that patience was coming along.

That thought hit me out of the blue ... and I had a twinge. I felt a loss, some anger of course, but mostly sadness. I still asked myself why I hadn't been enough for her. I had no answers and now, I didn't want to hear what she'd try to tell me either. We. Were. Finished.

Monday morning dawned bright and my appearance at my new job was taken with surprise (for me.) Terry introduced me to the 'crew', and all of them were kind, positive and very friendly. The 'crew' was fourteen men and women. Actually, it was three men, and eleven women, not counting Terry, Pam or I. I was welcomed like a hero there to save the day, though the business needed no saving that I could see.

The first few days I was busy moving and unpacking my things not only in my new office, but in my new home too. I didn't have time to think about my personal life and quite frankly, I was thankful I didn't have to do that anyway. Thinking about Giselle and what had happened over these last months could drive me to drink and I didn't want to go there.

Terry and Pam had found me the perfect home to live in. I got the impression the business had purchased it expressly for me. Since Terry knew me fairly well, and Pam had good taste in decorating, the three bedroom house was about as great a place as I could have hoped to find ... and it was mine rent/payment free.

I never had to stay in the motel but for one night. I felt at home almost right away, which was surprising. Pam and Terry had me over for dinner twice that week, and they knew what was going on in my personal life.

Pam clucked over me, like a mother hen, worrying about me, trying to soften any 'bumps' I might have. Terry patiently watched her, stepping in time and again to stop her from getting too upsetting about my soon-to-be ex. Pam was a loyal and good friend, one in a million. Protective and caring, she was soon working on setting me up with date nights.

It took a bit of time on my part and on Terry's too for that matter, to slow her down. I wasn't interested in any other women at this moment in time. I wanted to get my divorce out of the way and then have some time by myself, figuring out what it was I really wanted in my life. Dating wasn't high on my agenda for the foreseeable future.

I got the call from my lawyer on Thursday.

"Jim, we're serving Giselle tomorrow at her place of work. It's all set up. The process server will present the papers to her just before noon, so you'd better be ready for some excitement. I also have some good DVDs of the last week too. She and her lover have been quite busy. Hang in there buddy and I'll let you know how things stand tomorrow night."

My lawyer was good. She was among the best in the city, perhaps the State. She was one of 'those' lawyers. Other lawyers shuddered when they heard she'd be representing the other side. In the land of sharks, she was the type 'A', Great White. Her reputation was unmatched. I'd gotten lucky when I'd been able to get her to represent me.

At first, my lawyer Amanda hadn't wanted to take me on. Until I explained what Giselle had been doing and who with. Once she knew that Giselle had been the one to step outside the marital vows, that she'd not been receptive to my overtures in trying to win her back, and then to find out who it was Giselle was seeing on the side, Amanda had insisted that I accept her as my lawyer.

I found out over time that Sam had been involved in several other marital breakups, and in each one, he'd managed to keep out of the fracas of discovery, divorce and pain caused by his philandering. Amanda had a very special place she wanted to see Sam, and I think that the devil himself would lose out to this lady.

It seems that Sam was not only a predator, but he always pushed his conquests into doing more and more, eventually leading them into almost a prostitution type life. He'd use women to get more business lined up for his company, for favors to people he owed, and things like that.

I knew that Giselle couldn't have seen that side of him yet ... but I was certain that if she kept seeing him, she would, sooner or later. I knew too that Giselle would regret ever having hooked up with him eventually too. Too bad it would be too late for her to have me to come running to.

It happened that Sam's modus operandi was about always the same. Find a woman that wasn't quite 'there' as far as dress, looks or confidence. Never all, just one of those things, and he'd work on them. Get to know them, build them up, get in between their legs, and then after getting to be their lover, set them up to 'work' for him. He was slick, that was certain. Amanda wanted a piece of him badly ... and my marriage was to be the instrument of his destruction, it seemed.

The week went by slowly and each night when I'd call Giselle, it took all I had to act like I cared. That Thursday night, I knew it would be the last call I'd make to her. I also knew that she'd be trying her damnedest to call me tomorrow after being served too. Luckily, my old cell phone would be history by then.

Giselle continues:

Jim called me Thursday and sounded down. I was feeling guilty too. I'd been thinking all week long, in between my fuck-fests with Sam. I knew that it was time to break it off. I shouldn't have ever had to break it off to begin with. At different times all day Thursday, I felt like I'd lost something important. I couldn't quite put my finger on what was truly bothering me, but I knew something was going on in my universe. I could feel it. My stomach had been upset, and deep inside I had the feeling of impending doom for some strange reason.

Our conversation was different too. Jim sounded relieved, yet he didn't seem to want to talk to me. He called, and pretty much waited for me to carry the conversation. When we hung up I told him I loved him and he just said 'goodbye'. Had I known then what I know now I'd never have let him go on that trip. I'd have begged him for forgiveness. Hindsight is always twenty-twenty isn't it?

I put my worries out of my mind, and as I turned from hanging up I began to tell Sam that this would be our last night together. I was breaking it off with him now so I'd have two or three days to prepare for my husband's return. I wanted to be sure that nothing of Sam would be left in or on my body. No smells, no residual sperm, nothing.

The phone call troubled me late that night, but I finally fell asleep after Sam stirred awake beside me and began to thrust in and out. His cock was still in me from our earlier fucking, him spooned up to my back, and that last little orgasm put me into la-la land.

I was at work on Friday, when just before lunch my whole universe shuddered to a halt. I heard my name mentioned by a man in a dark brown suit. It was ill fitting, and he looked a bit hard around the eyes as he walked towards me.

"Giselle Hartman?"

"Yes, can I help you?"

"You've been served."

And with that my whole world crumbled around me. I wasn't sure what I was being sued for, but something had to be dreadfully wrong. Without looking in the envelope he'd handed me before he turned and walked out, I called Jim. He'd know what to do. I always have been able to turn to my husband to fix problems for me. He'd fix this up, whatever it was.

I tried to call him that was. I hit speed dial on my cell phone and only heard that Jim's number was no longer in service. Troubled, I looked up his phone number on my callers list and tried dialing it, thinking that the phone company was having issues. I got the same message.

Suddenly I was scared. I felt a chill course through my body as little demons began to poke my heart. Panic set in and I did the only thing I knew to do. I called Jim's boss.

"Steven Sedgwick."

"Steve ... I can't seem to get a hold of Jim. Do you know where he's staying?"

"Giselle?"

"Yes. This is Giselle Steve, you know me."

"Why are you calling here? Jim quit. His last day was last Friday. He took another job somewhere else. He told me he was moving there permanently."

Stunned, I could only sit there holding my cell phone to my ear. Jim had quit his job? His last day had been last Friday? He'd moved away? I didn't know what to do. I sat at my desk in shock. Not only did I fear my life now, I realized I'd just made a fool out of myself to Jim's former boss. I mean, his own wife wasn't aware of what was going on with him? How'd that look to anyone seeing it from the sidelines?

That brown envelope was looking more and more like a viper waiting to strike me dead.

Finally I opened it up and discovered my affair's cost to me. I'd lost my husband. The only man I'd ever loved ... was gone. He'd left me. I'd chased him away with my cheap, tawdry affair. And for what, some temporary gratification that Jim could have given me, had I let him be with me over the last six months?

I'm not sure how long I sat at my desk crying, but a co-worker finally saw me and got me off to the ladies room. In tears I explained what was going on. At first Mary was angry that my husband could be so cruel. After I explained my part in why he'd left me she suddenly got angry at me.

"Are you stupid or crazy? Jesus Giselle ... that man worshipped the ground you walked on. He loved you. He was totally in love with you and you do this to him? He's a great catch and you caught and released him? You have to be out of your mind to let a man as great as Jim go like this. What were you thinking? On your lovers best day he couldn't be a tenth the man Jim is on his worst day. You poor foolish woman. I pity you. I really do."

"I never knew he'd find out Mary. I thought I'd have my fling, Jim wouldn't ever know, and after I was over Sam, I'd make it up to Jim."

"Honey, husbands will always find out, always. They'll notice it when you start to act different. All cheaters do that you know. It's the little things in the beginning. First you may slight him in some little way. Your lover is making you feel sexy, your husband obviously didn't, otherwise your lover wouldn't have gotten to you like he did. Pretty soon you're so caught up in your affair you can't see what you're doing to your loving husband. You have to understand Giselle, Jim knew. He felt it over time. He dug up the facts I'm sure. You didn't see it because you were caught up in your deception and games."

"Oh God ... I've lost him."

"Maybe ... maybe not. He'll need to talk to you. There will have to be closure. He'll need it. You may have a small chance to get him to forgive. He won't forget, but he may forgive you."

"He hit me with divorce papers today. He's been acting strange all week when I talk to him on the phone and now I can't even call him. I've lost him. He'd never have left like this, quitting his job and everything unless he'd given up on me. Why couldn't I have seen this? Why did I keep on with Sam? Oh my God, I've ruined my life, my marriage ... everything."

"You'll live Giselle. Trust me ... I know you'll live."

"How do you know that?"

"I've told you. I've been there ... right here where you are. I too had an affair. My ex left me. He beat the holy living hell out of my lover, but he left me. I've managed to survive."

"You cheated on your husband too?"

"Yeah. I never saw the little changes in how I treated my husband until it was too late too. That's the problem with cheating. At first you're trying to hide everything, so you act differently than you would because what if your husband discovers that you have another man's leavings in you? Later, you begin to feel some kind of power, in that you're getting away with it, so you relax and to ease any guilt, you begin to give more to your husband. Later, you start to feel like your husband must be less of a man since you're fooling him so easily and he doesn't have a clue. Usually the husband has it all figured out way before you know."

"How'd he find out?"

"Don't know. All I know is that one day I was served, pretty much like you were today. He had pictures, recordings even a DVD movie of me with my lover. Our lawyers fought it out hard. I fought the divorce, trying to convince my husband that I'd change, that I loved him more than any other man ... but it was all for naught. I lost everything I valued in the divorce ... my husband and his unadulterated love for me, his queen. I took that pristine love and dirtied it all up so that even I wouldn't have been able to forgive myself, had I been in his shoes."

"Oh. Oh my God. Oh my God. I've lost him, he's gone. I'm all alone."

"It doesn't look good for you right now Giselle, but if you work hard as you can you may be able to get him to forgive you. He really loved you a lot and everyone here knows that. You might be able to change his mind about you if you try hard, Giselle."

"I don't even know where to find him. He quit his job and moved away a week ago. I'm not even sure where he is now. He could be anywhere, anywhere at all."

"We'll find him. He'll have to show up eventually if only to sign the divorce papers."

"Yeah, but by then it will be far too late for me or him to reconcile."

"Call his lawyer and demand that Jim contact you as soon as he can. He may not tell you where to find him, but if you can get Jim to call you can try to reverse search the phone number and locate where he is."

"What if he doesn't call me? What then?"

"There's other ways to locate people now days Giselle. We'll find him, we will."

Mary tried to sound upbeat and positive, but deep down inside she was afraid that Jim had flown the coop for a particular reason, and the divorce was probably it. She felt that Jim was going to try to avoid any contact with his soon to be ex-wife because he was afraid that he'd buckle under and appear weak by talking to her and then letting himself be convinced into taking his cheating wife back.




Blindsided



Mary understood Jims feelings more than many could realize. Her own husband had told her those same things verbatim when he refused to talk to her about her cheating and the possibility of taking her back.

He had even been ashamed that he'd let her talk him into an hour long talk to his soon to be ex, knowing that she'd try to talk him out of the divorce. In the end he'd stood strong and left her. Neither had married since then and Mary was sure that her ex didn't even date ... and their divorce had been over two years before.

Mary had her painful prior experience with divorce, and now she'd do whatever she could to help Giselle with her pain. She knew how Giselle was feeling, and just how devastating it was to be served those papers. Giselle needed her help more than she realized. Far more than she would know for quite some time.

Back to Jim:

I'd been at work for a few weeks when the call came.

"Jim, she wants to talk. She's refusing to do sign anything, and she's said that she'll fight the divorce tooth and nail."

"Oh man. Why? She has the man she wants, so why would she fight it?"

"Because she doesn't have the man she wants? I've seen this before. Trust me Jim ... she is dying inside right now because you found out, left her, and then hit her with the divorce. I'm not real certain your actions were the best way to go about doing things, but I do understand why. In the end, she'll fight it, delaying the whole mess until it costs a bunch in legal fees. I recommend that you sit and talk with her. Get her to give it up. Maybe she'll see how serious you really are and walk away then."

"NOW she wants to talk? NOW? I tried for months to get her to open up and talk. I tried for months to turn her around and back into the woman I loved and desired. NOW she wants to talk? Fuck. Sorry ... I don't mean to blow up like this. It just pisses me off so much."

"Well, you could probably use the good news then huh?"

"Good news?"

"Yeah, Sammy boy, her lover, just went down hard. Seems he tired to force his way in on Giselle, all pissed off about her breaking it off with him and meaning it. The cops were called, and as they hauled him off to jail, I hear that some other women called the cops and started filing charges too."

"How'd the other women know? OH, wait, don't answer that. I think I know what little birdie got the word out about him."

"Why Jim, I'm surprised you'd think that I, an officer of the court, could or would do such a thing."

"I never said you did Amanda. I can see the light though. Not to worry, I won't ever tell. I hope the son of a bitch goes away for a long, long time."

"You and me both Mr. You and me both. Anyway, you want me to set up a meet between you and Giselle?"

"Fine. Make it for next Saturday, in the afternoon. I'll meet her at Charro's bar. She'll know where that's at I'm sure."

"Hey, you doing okay Jim?"

"Yeah. Still hurts. My new job is keeping me plenty busy though, so I don't have to think too much about things. Thanks Amanda."

"You know, you're one of the few good guys Jim. I respect you and how you tried to fix things before they got to this point. Too bad Giselle didn't see that until it was too late."

"Yeah. Too bad."

Giselle finishes:

Our talk wasn't good. Jim flat out refused to agree to any chance of reconciliation. He told me I'd burned the bridge to ashes and there was no structure to repair. Our marriage was dead and he wanted it buried. I finally was forced to sign off on our marriage. I was forced to give up. Once I heard his voice, saw the look in his eyes, I knew I'd screwed up. I knew he'd never bend on this. Maybe, had I seen something like this coming before, I would have had a chance to save our marriage, but now ... not a chance in a million.

The worst part of all of this? I love him completely, totally and forever. I just didn't realize how much until it was too late. He found a new job, moved away and led me to believe he'd be home at the end of the week. Yeah, he lied to me. The problem I have now is to know that I lied far more, for a far longer time, and in a far worse way. My life is empty. My lover gone, evidently headed to jail. My husband gone, and soon to be my ex-husband. All that's left of my marriage is his signing the decree.

I'm still young enough to start over, but the clock is ticking and soon I will be in that danger zone for having children. I couldn't keep my first husband, who I loved dearly, even though through my cheating. I clearly showed the opposite to those who saw what happened. I signed the final papers today. 'Decree Nisi' being the beginning of the end... 'Decree Absolute' being what I signed today. So ... cold. So ... formal. So ... empty.

Jim finishes:

My life has gone through a metamorphosis. With Giselle gone, living in a new city and my new job keeping me busy, I haven't had a lot of time to dwell on the recent past. I have had some nights that were long, cold, and yes, empty. I see some silver linings beginning to show up though.

My process program is working far better than even I hoped for. Our business is leaping ahead with a growing momentum thanks to our combined efforts. I've found a nice house that I moved into, and one day I hope it becomes 'home' to me too. Lastly, there's a few nice prospects for female companionship on my horizon.

I'm a bit gun shy of new relationships, but I have dated a bit here and there. I hope to get over the nasty mess behind me soon and then I can begin to look for someone special again. I'm pretty sure they won't look or even sound or act anything like Giselle. That's okay with me though ... I'm about over her totally now. Just a little more time and I'll bet even the looks, sounding or acting like her won't even get to me. Too much.



Blindsided



The young woman at the bar seemed intent on being alone, despite being dressed to kill. Bedecked in an eye-catching red dress, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders, she continued to sit at the bar, slowly sipping a Rum and Coke. Several slick-looking guys came over to hit on her, but before most of them even got the first word out, a piercing glance from her bright green eyes silenced them immediately. They would stop for a moment, as if paralyzed, then gulp, and dash off. Anyone who cared to look might have noticed them lewdly tenting their shorts as they did so. After a few moments, most of the people there opted to just leave her alone.

And so she sat for nearly two hours, watching people flirt and dance and drink, while the band on stage played a rocking beat. She seemed nearly ready to leave, when suddenly, someone entered the dance floor who immediately caught her eye. She smiled and watched as a tall, muscular clean cut young man sauntered into the crowd. Almost immediately, several women clustered around him, wanting to be the first to bump and grind with such a hearty specimen.

The woman in red stood up and strode to the table, not bothering to pay for her drink. The bartender, however, seemed not to notice as he watched her ass sway. The woman strode right through the crowd, which seemed to instinctively part so that she could go straight the tall man with the muscles. He noticed her just as she came up to him from the side, and blinked as she all but stepped into him. Before he could say a word, she reached up and kissed him deeply. The man was almost taken aback, but then the feeling of her lips tingled across his, and her tongue probed deep. He was suddenly compelled to kiss her back, and did so, running his hands through her hair and over her buttocks. The people around them watched with interest and a bit of jealousy.

"You're late," she said when she finally pulled away. "You're usually here by eight."

"I, uh... I got held up..." said the man, looking a little dazed. He paused and gave her a quizzical look. "Do I know you?"

"No," she said. "But I know you. You saved my life once..." she leaned up to his ear "...Solar Man."

The man's eyes went wide and he pulled back from her. "How did you know?"

The woman in red smiled and gripped his hand. "Come along," she said. "I want to thank you personally."

Still a little stunned, "Solar Man" turned and grinned at the people on the dance floor, shrugging with a "whaddayagunnado?" look. He let himself be let out of the club, and into city streets. "So, does my rescuee have a name?"

"Whitney," she said, still leading him by the hand. "Do you have a real name?"

Solar Man said, "Used to be called Duncan." He felt a little silly at being tugged along like a little boy, but then again, he was getting a terrific view of her backside, so he wasn't ready to complain.

"I see," said Whitney. "Not any more?"

"Secret identities aren't really in style anymore," he said. "Even still, how did you know who I was? I don't recall a time my mask ever came off in public—"

"I'm a telepath," said Whitney. "Well, more accurately, I can see people's daydreams and fantasies. Three months ago, you saved me from some zombies that had flooded the streets. You remember? The Voodoo Master, I believe, was the one responsible."

Solar Man nodded agreeably, even though he did not have the slightest recollection of seeing this woman. And she was definitely a looker. Still, they'd had to evacuate nearly a third of the city that day; she was probably just one of hundreds he'd personally kept from becoming zombie food. "Yeah, yeah," he said. "I think I remember you."

"No, you don't," she said, but with a slight smile. "It's okay. There were a lot of people that day."

They finally stopped when they reached her car, a blue Firebird. She let go of his hand to unlocked the car. "Get in," she said, motioning to the passenger seat.

Solar Man took a step back, and smiled amiably. "Okay, miss, let's say we slow down for a second," he said. "Maybe we should get some coffee before zipping off to your secret abode."

Whitney paused. "Funny," she said. "Your little fantasies indicate you're quite a fast player."

"Okay, first of all, quit reading my mind," he said, blanching a little. "Second, you know who I am and what I do. I have no clue who you are. I like a good time, but I'm not an idiot."

Whitney frowned, then stepped up to him, giving him a wide-eyed look. Even though he could tell a blatant attempt at manipulation when he saw it, there was something about her eyes that was just entrancing. She let her body press fully to his, and giving him a perfect view of her cleavage. Solar Man swallowed as he felt her arms gently wrap around him. "I'm just a woman who wants to thank her savior."

He felt his cock twitch to life as she pressed herself more fully against him and drew him into another deep kiss. As they did, he suddenly heard her voice, as if echoing into her head. 'And I have so many ways to thank you' she telepathically spoke.

Solar Man reached to pull her off of him, but he stiffened as he felt something seize him. Whitney broke the kiss and settled her body against his. "Don't worry, my savior," she said. "I'm not going to hurt you. Not really. I just want to enjoy you for a while."

Solar Man tried to move, but found he could not budge even a single muscle, other than to blink and breathe. And, apparently, get erect. Whitney reached down and undid his pants, pulling out his stiffening cock. Why was he getting hard? This was no time to be giving into the temptations of such a... oh... oh, wow...

As her fingers curled around his cock and began to stroke it, Solar Man was filled with an amazing pleasure. It was just a simple hand job, but somehow, it filled him with intense sensation, as though his cock were more sensitive than usual. A lot more sensitive. Despite himself, Solar Man moaned a bit as her hand moved faster.

"I was hoping to do this in private, but here will do," she said. She then leaned forward, and her lips closed over his cock. As she drew him deep into her throat, Solar Man let out a choked gasp. The sensation was incredible, the warm wet sucking seeming to jumpstart every nerve in his organ, her tongue slowly sliding over ever hot spot with uncanny accuracy. Clearly, her telepathy told her just where to touch and how. But more than that, it felt as though his cock had become a hundred times as sensitive, as if even a gentle breeze could have stroked him to orgasm. Was this also a trick of her telepathy?

Fucking hell, she'd been sucking him for barely thirty seconds, and already, he could feel an immense orgasm welling up inside him! He began to gasp in sharp whimpers as his balls clenched and his cock jerked in her mouth. Caught up in the moment, he forgot his suspicions, and tried to warn her that he was about to cum. But then, it was too late, and he felt the climax overtake him—

—only for, somehow, it to be blocked! Solar Man groaned loudly as he felt his climax hit some kind of wall, as if something in his body and mind wouldn't let him release. As if... oh, god... what was she...?

A chuckle sounded in his mind, as Whitney's telepathic voice spoke to him, even as she continued to suck him. 'Not so fast, my savior. Don't you want to savor this pleasure?'

'What the hell are you doing?' Solar Man thought back.

'Just showing my appreciation. I want to give you a wonderful gift of pleasure for saving my life!'

'But this is so... oh, god... so...'

'Intense? Surreal? I know, I'm cheating a little, using my powers to increase your sensitivity, and hold back your release. Trust me, when I let you pop, it'll be the most amazing orgasm of your life!'

'But why... freeze me like this... if you wanted to fuck...'

'Aw, but I thought you'd enjoy a little kink, the big, brave superhero trapped by the whiles of a sexy villainess? I can see it in your mind, you know. You've stroked off more than a few times to thought of one of your sexier enemies putting you in a trap and playing with you... that's why this was so easy!'

'Wh-what... what was... easy... oh, fuck!' It was getting hard for Solar Man to think. As a superhero, one tended to build a considerable force of will, but everyone had there weakness. It was true, Solar Man may have been the suave pretty boy who could have the ladies eating out of his hand, but deep down, he'd thought about what it would be like to be at a woman's mercy. And now, it seemed, that wet dream was coming true. He just hadn't imagined it'd be something this sudden, this intense! This woman had completely blindsided him, and he was helpless under her physical and mental carress.

'There, there, don't try to think your way out of this. Just enjoy.' Whitney continued to bob her head on his cock, her perfect sucks and licks combined with telepathically induced pleasure strokes burning away his every thought. Solar Man moaned helplessly as he became utterly lost in a world of pleasure and the need for release. She cupped his balls, which were beginning to ache with pent up tension. 

She continued this for several minutes, sucking him right there in the parking lot. A psychic screen to turn away onlookers, and the fact that she was parked in the less well lit area of the lot, gave them some privacy, but even still she didn't want this to take too long. She slowly intensified the sensations even as she sucked him harder. She could feel his climax roiling desperately behind the mental block she'd put up against his release.

Some spark of reason managed to fight its way through the haze, as Solar Man realized this had gone beyond mere kinky play. Something was wrong here. Even if Whitney was sincere in her desire to show her gratitude through sex, she was taking it too far. 'St-stop... please... enough...' His mind struggled to form the thoughts.

Whitney continued to increase the sensations and the pressure, cooking him with sexual fire. Ironic given Solar Man's own power was that of pyrokinesis. 'So, my savior, do you surrender?'

'S-s-surrender?'

'Yes. Do you surrender? Do you accept defeat?'

'I... I... uh...'

Whitney dialed back the intensity just enough to let him comprehend her words. 'Solar Man, I have a confession to make. You did save my life once, but that's not why I'm here. I'm here because I want something from you. I want your power.'

'I don't... what are you...?'

'You see, I discovered a strange power. I have the ability to steal other superhumans' special abilities by making them cum in submission to me. I didn't realize I had this power until I started having sex with my boyfriend. He was actually the telepath, see, and one time, he wanted me to tie him up and tease him. I was kind of a natural, I guess, I really let him have it! I made him beg and beg and beg, and finally, I let him pop, while he was deep inside me. And then it happened. I stole his powers.'

Solar Man's eyes widened, and for the first time since this started, he really attempted to struggle. He tried to move his body, but her telepathic commands kept him locked in place. He tried to call upon his powers, to generate the flames from whence he derived his "code name." But he couldn't. Somehow, she had turned off his fire powers with her psychic abilities as well. He struggled to block out what she was doing, to try and recall his senses and will power his way out of her grasp.

It was useless. Whitney simply increased the intensity of the sensation and pressure even higher, and Solar Man let out the most pathetic whimper she'd yet heard from a man. She pulled off his cock and smiled as she studied his desperate face. She kissed the tip of his cock and said, "Don't worry, my savior. This won't hurt you. All you'll do is lose your special powers. Of course, if you really want to keep them, all you have to do is hold out. But ..." she dragged her fingertips over his throbbing shaft, right as she tripled his already inhuman sensitivity, "...I should warn you, I can do this all night, if I have to." She then took him in her mouth again, and sucked him fiercely.

Solar Man couldn't even moan now, he could barely draw breath. He could barely even think. All he wanted, all he needed, was the release she was so cruelly denying him. If she took his powers, there's no telling what damage she might do. But... but... oh, god, the pleasure, it overwhelmed his every sense. Sight and sound seemed to blur away, feeling was all he could understand. The rest of his body felt numb compared to the blazing hot core of his cock, which had become his entire world. A world that was going to shatter, and take his sanity with it, if he did not achieve release.

No! He couldn't give in! She was villain! That's what this came down to, didn't it? He was a superhero, she was a supervillain, and he couldn't let her get away with her crime! If he could just hold onto that thought, that single line of reason to keep him focused, maybe he could... he could... 

could...

...couh...

...cum...

'please... make cum... please...!'

Whitney drew him as deep into her mouth as he could go, deep throating him until her lips pressed against the root of his cock. 'Do you surrender then, my savior?'

'YES! Please! I surrender!'

Whitney reached inside and undid the telepathic block. Instantly, he exploded into her throat, firing shot after shot of cum, which she swallowed greedily. As he did, she could feel an intense heat unleash from his body. Flames burst around his form, and enveloped her as well. Whitney flinched as the heat of the flames felt for a moment like they would burn her... but then, her body seemed to adjust, the pain of the heat lessening, though she could still objectively feel its intensity. She felt herself gain some instinctive control over the fire, and she forced it down, even as she continued to suck down ever drop of cum Solar Man could give.

The orgasm went on longer than humanly possible, as she sucked him well past the point he had nothing left to give. Solar Man whimpered and cried and pleaded for mercy as she lovingly tended to his hypersensitive cock. Finally, after another minute of post-orgasm stimulation, she released him, both from her mouth, and from her telepathic binding. Solar Man collapsed onto the ground, immediately going unconscious.

Whitney sat back against her car, catching her breath. That had been far more intense than with her boyfriend. She smiled, however, as she tested her newfound ability, holding out her hand and summoning a ball of fire in the palm. She grinned wickedly as she started planning for which other superheroes, and perhaps even supervillains, she could steal more power from.



Blindsided



Candy walked slowly to the side of the sorority house. She was exhausted from her classes, and there was no way she would be able to navigate the grand stairway at the front. The rounded stairway that led to the columned entry and huge wrap-around porch was elegant, but it had no handrail.

She reached out for the handrail at the side entrance and considered turning around when the bitchy voice of her sorority president, Marie LaTour, reached her ears.

"Cand-ass, so nice to see you," Marie sneered as she loomed over the side entrance stairs. Her southern Louisiana accent made it almost sound like a genuine greeting.

"Yeah, looking good," one of Marie's ever present minions chimed in.

Candy looked up at the trio of blondes. They were almost interchangeable. Marie stood out only due to the dark eyebrows that gave away her obsession with the bleach bottle. All three bitches-from-hell had embraced the plain vanilla, Texas-girl look. They were lean, blonde and sure of their own superiority. Still dressed in their practice uniforms for the cheerleading team, their presence was salt in her wounds.

She sighed and allowed her good manners, ingrained since birth, win out. "Hey y'all. Good to see you too."

Candy ignored their less than subtle digs at her now damaged eyesight. Six months ago, she had also been a scholarship athlete on the cheerleading team. Five months ago, her highflying days ended when she was dropped during a practice. As a flyer, she knew the risks: broken arms and twisted ankles were common injuries in her sport. What she hadn't anticipated was hitting the bleachers with her head when she was dropped. The impact was so hard it had nearly blinded her.

She'd spent the summer cocooned at her family's estate near Dallas. Following doctor's orders she had rested, and rested, and moved as little as possible. In the end, she had regained her sight in her right eye, but the left was almost completely gone. She was still adapting to the loss of depth perception. She didn't trust herself to drive. Maybe by next summer she would be ready to attempt it.

In the mean time, she was making up her finals from last semester and trying to keep up with her classes this semester, so that she could graduate as planned with her degree in Biology. The injury meant the loss of her scholarship, and while her parents had money, she didn't want to abuse their generosity. So, she smiled at the girls who had failed to catch her and entered the cool open space of the home she would continue to occupy for the next year.

Marie grinned as she relaxed on the front porch of her house. She had everything she'd worked so hard to snatch. Her scholarship was safe and she was President of the sorority. No one in the house knew how close she'd come to losing it all last year.

She vividly recalled the conversation with her coach last spring. The coach had summoned her to a private office.

"Marie, what's going on with your grades?" Coach demanded without any greeting.

"I'm doing my best. The practices eat into my study time, but I'm sure I'm passing everything." Marie wasn't sure. This was the first semester she'd been unable to secure all male professors.

"Unfortunately, we aren't going to have the same funding next semester. I'm being forced to cut at least one scholarship due to the new budget. You're at the bottom of the team for grades. Fix it or you're going to be looking for student loans." Coach looked away, clearly dismissing Marie.

Marie was so mad she couldn't see straight when she left that office. It didn't matter that she'd worked her whole life to get out of the swamp. It didn't matter she would have to drop out without that scholarship.

She'd hated Candace Sinclair from the moment they met as pledges three years ago. Candace, or "Candy", was everything she wasn't - tiny, wealthy, brilliant and confidant. It was enough to make Marie want to vomit.

Marie only planned to injure Candy enough to make sure she wouldn't lose her scholarship. She had already been blowing her Accounting professor. She didn't have a clue how to bring up her other grades; those professors were all women. She was determined to get her business degree and her MBA. She was going to be fucking rich. Not just rich, fucking rich. She was never going back to the swamp.

Now, she was sitting on the porch of the sorority as its President. Her scholarship was secure. She had two semesters to finish and she'd managed to find the classes she needed all taught by men. She grinned an evil, satisfied grin.

***

Candy dropped her bag on her bed and fell down next to it.

"Hey girl, you ok? I heard your greeting from the witches of Eastwick..." Molly looked over from the desk where she was studying to peer at her roommate.

"I'm good. Just need a minute to pretend I'm a corpse. Then I'll be able to study again all night." Candy barely moved her lips to respond.

"You got another headache? I can get you some ibuprofen," Molly offered.

Molly handed her the tablets and a glass of water. Candy swallowed the medicine on autopilot.

"Did you decide on a costume yet?" Molly asked a few minutes later.

"I don't know if I'm going." The annual Halloween party the fraternities threw was a big deal on campus. Candy wasn't sure she was up to it.

"It's only two weeks away and Marie has commanded that everyone in the sorority must attend in costume. I can't believe that bitch got to be President. If you'd been here for the election, it would've been you by a landslide."

"I didn't realize it was mandatory. I'll come up with something." Candy completely ignored the reference to her missed election. She wanted to be the President this year, but it just wasn't meant to be.

***

The sound of her cell phone jolted Candy from her sleep. "Hello?"

"Candace!"

"Maximilian, do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Eleven, and I know you're still studying, geek!" her cousin Max teased.

"Well, I was, but now there's a drool spot on my lab homework where I fell asleep on it."

"Hey, you know you're supposed to be taking care of yourself. You're still healing."

"Yes, mom."

"Speaking of moms, she asked me to check on you. I was thinking of coming out for the big Halloween bash. My campus doesn't do anything like you guys. Thought I could check on you and maybe do a little trick-or-treating if you know what I mean."

"You don't have to check on me. I'm fine," Candy was tired of the family treating her like a two-year-old. Her eyesight was impaired, not her brain.

"Well it's me, or Aunt Louise. I'm only 5 hours away. I can leave Friday afternoon, and we can go to the party on Saturday, back on Sunday. You don't have to see your mom, and I don't have to make an excuse to a girl whose name I don't remember."

"Great, you or my mom. All right, you can come. Are you wearing a dog costume?"

"Funny. Woof," he replied as he hung up.

Two weeks later

"Who the fuck is that?" the blonde on the porch came to life as a Black BMW M3 pulled up to the curb and a gorgeous man unfolded himself to his full six foot something height.

"Roll your skanky tongue up, he's mine." Marie knew money when she saw it and was willing to settle for an MRS instead of an MBA, especially with a man like that.

"Hey sugar," she called out, "you lookin' for me?"

Max suppressed the full body shiver elicited from the voice on the porch. "Well, now. I'm not opposed to looking, but I'm actually here to visit one of your sisters. My cousin, Candace Sinclair."

Another voice to his left called out. "Max, I'm Molly, Candy's roommate. She's on her way down now."

Max turned to the sweet voice. Molly was petite, with a head of curly red hair and freckles and the cutest dimples he'd ever seen framing a great big smile. He walked away from the blondes at the front without a second glance.

"I'm going to pummel little orphan Molly the next chance I get," growled the evil sorority President. "Who does she think she is, interrupting my conversation with my future husband?"

Max dropped Candy and Molly off at the sorority house later that night after catching up over a pizza. He promised to return to take them shopping for costumes the next afternoon.

"You didn't introduce me to your cousin." The voice erupted from the darkened living room as Candy and Molly moved down the hallway. Candy and Molly both jumped and squealed in fright. Marie appeared in the door, scowling at the two girls while inwardly celebrating her success at scaring them.

"Sorry about that, he was starving after a long drive. You know how men are," Candy replied trying to placate the demon, so she could get some sleep.

"Better than you do," Marie replied.

"Ain't that the truth," Molly quipped under her breath.

"Excuse me?" Marie whipped her head around to stare at the smaller girl. Molly wondered for a moment if it might not spin around completely.

"I'll introduce you tomorrow at the party. He's going to go with us," Candy quickly interjected to try to draw the attention away from her sweet roommate.

"Fine," Marie acknowledged before flouncing off down the hall to the President's suite. She'd achieved her objective, no point spending any more time with those two losers.

The two girls watched her go, not moving until she was completely out of sight. "Well, that was scary as hell," Molly said as her legs regained feeling. She started moving toward their shared room.

"Yeah, it's going to be a long year."

***

Max found a spot near the fraternity house to park. He must have had the luck of the gods because the place was packed. The frat house wasn't far from Candy's house, but he insisted she couldn't walk in the shoes she was wearing.

"Come on, you naughty nurse," Max ordered as he opened the car door for Candy and assisted her out.

"Naughty can be nice," she teased back as she adjusted the tight uniform down as far as it would go. It still exposed the top of the white lace garters that were holding up the white stockings. She checked the zipper and pulled it open just a little further, taking advantage of the boost her white corset was giving her underneath it. She had an old-fashioned nurse's cap perched on top of her wavy chestnut locks that grazed the tops of her creamy breasts. Combined with the 4" white Mary Jane fuck-me-pumps, she was a patient's wet dream.

Max gave her a light smack on the ass as he opened the back door for Molly. Molly had decided to embrace the shitty nickname the mean girls teased her with and was wearing a tiny red dress with a white ribbon around her ribcage that was finished in a bow just underneath her tiny tits. She had on black ballerina flats and very little makeup. She wasn't looking to hook up or impress anyone. She just wanted to survive.

"Why thank you kindly Mr. Zorro," Molly purred. She loved flirting with Max because it was safe and he was nice to her.

Max whipped off his black hat and bowed to her with a flourish. He had to use the other hand to adjust the play sword he wore at his side. "It was my pleasure Miss Annie. And, if no one claims you tonight, I would take great pleasure in adopting you."

He had assumed a slightly Latin accent and stared at her through his black mask with his beautiful turquoise eyes. The same eyes her roommate had. She knew he was just teasing her, but she still felt a blush rush fiercely over her skin and her panties get a little damp.

Max extended his elbows to the girls and escorted them into the crazy alcohol-fueled excuse for a masked orgy.

The frat house was packed and the music was loud. There were vampires and werewolves dancing with witches and pussycats. Max made his way to the bar and grabbed three unopened beers.

"Here, be sure to keep your eye on these until you finish." Max warned Candy and Molly. He'd been at parties where drinks had been drugged and he didn't want his cousin and her friend to be potential victims. He'd already seen an "apothecary" area behind the bar with a variety of pharmaceuticals from ecstasy to generic Viagra. They also had two large jars of condoms.

Theodore Applegate was leaning against the wall when he saw Candy dressed as the hottest nurse he'd ever seen. He was glad the white coat of his Doctor costume covered his crotch. They'd gone to high school together back in Dallas, but he'd never been brave enough to say hello. Two beers and his mean girlfriend blowing him off seemed to provide the bravado needed. He stood and moved through the crowd intent on his target.

"Hey Candace." Theodore tapped Candy on her shoulder unsure she would hear him over the noise.

"Teddy! How are you?" Candy turned and recognized the guy she'd had a minor crush on since her sophomore year in high school. She was surprised he was talking to her now. Candy introduced Teddy to Max and Molly.

"You want to dance?" he asked before he lost his nerve. He wanted to get her away from her cousin and roommate or he'd never be able to talk to her.

"Aren't you here with Marie?" Candy didn't want to cause trouble for herself by dancing with Marie's boyfriend.

"Um, she blew me off. She said something about finding a real man, so I think we're done."

"Then let's dance!"

Candy and Teddy moved to the dance floor leaving Max and Molly behind.

"What's wrong, Molly?" Max asked. The girl looked like someone stole her puppy for use in a science lab.

"That's Marie's boyfriend. If she sees Candy with him, god only knows what that evil bitch will do to her next."

"What do you mean 'do to her next'?"

"Well, I was at the practice when Candy was injured. It looked to me like she was dropped on purpose. Marie's an evil bitch. She was about to lose her scholarship and she was going against Candy for president of the sorority."

"Why hasn't my cousin told me this?"

"She doesn't want to believe it. She says it was an accident and since she was gone during the election, it's not a surprise that she lost. Your cousin believes the best about everyone. But, I hear things. No one notices me and I heard Marie gloating over the injury and the election with her bitchy entourage."

"That nasty fucking cunt!" Max swore under his breath, not wanting to offend Molly.

"Speak of the devil..." Molly saw Marie approaching Max. "Can you excuse me? I need to find the restroom."

"Sure, I'll wait here for you."

"No, don't bother. I'm going to look for some of my other friends. You don't have to babysit me. I'll find you later."

"Don't leave without me. I want to make sure you get home ok."

"Sure," Molly replied as she walked away.

Max felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up and turned to see what was causing the creepy feeling. Standing right behind him was Marie dressed as a witch. Her long black dress barely covered her breasts and had a hood that partially covered her dyed locks. There were slits up the length of her dress on both sides and the front and back exposing the high-heeled pointy shoes and her bare fake-tanned muscular legs. Max supposed it could be a sexy outfit on another woman.

"Hi there. I'm Marie La Tour, you must be Max." the witch smiled. He supposed she intended to be sexy, but she appeared more predatory.

"Nice to meet you, Marie." Max replied out of politeness while an evil plan of revenge began to take form in his mind. "How is it possible you aren't here with someone?"

"Well, I was. But, I understood that Zorro's all about saving damsels in distress. Want'a save me?" She pushed out her lower lip in what was supposed to be a sexy pout.

"Saving damsels and delivering vigilante justice," Max replied. "Looks like the first thing I need to do is get you another drink. Stay right here."

"Mmm. Observant too. I'll be here," the witch teased handing Max her empty red cup.

Max stood in the short line for the bar as a plan of vengeance began forming in his mind. Yes, it was absolutely time for some vigilante justice for the witch who took his cousin's eyesight, her scholarship, her opportunity to campaign for the leadership of the sorority. These were things that could not be returned. There was no restoration that could be made. Punishment was the only option. He needed to put a leash on the bitch, so she didn't continue to wreck his cousin's life. From what Molly said, the campaign of terror was ongoing. It was going to stop tonight.

Marie was enjoying flirting with Candy's cousin. The drink he'd brought her was almost empty. She was feeling really good from the ecstasy she'd taken earlier. "Do you want to get out of here? I need to see a lot more of you than we should expose in this crowd." She rubbed her body up against his pressing her hand on his crotch.

"Sure, we can take a drive and see the stars and the Halloween moon while you work your magic on me, my little witch," Max smiled down at Marie appreciating how easy she was making this for him. He was glad he'd popped a Viagra when he picked up her drink. His dick was a least half-hard, something that wouldn't have happened without the chemical assistance.

Marie grabbed Max's hand and dragged him through the crowd of costumed revelers. He spotted Molly and mouthed to her to stay, he'd be returning. She nodded in acknowledgment. He also noticed Candy still dancing with Theodore. He hoped the guy was worth his cousin's time.

***

Max drove out into the hill country a few miles from the campus. He stopped at the first turn out after leaving the city. No point in driving too far. He just wanted to do what he came to do as quickly as possible and get back to Candy and Molly.

He opened the passenger door for Marie and assisted her from his car. Damn, he was going to need it detailed to get rid of the stench of her perfume. "Hey, witchy-poo, time to work your magic."

"What kind of spell would you like to me to cast?" she teased.

Max leaned forward and grabbed the front panels of her dress where the split began. He pulled up and apart, ripping the cheap cloth in two. He took the scrap from her body, leaving her in just her red push-up lace bra and matching panties. She wasn't wearing any stocking, just the witchy heels. He dropped the ruined costume in front of her on the dirt and commanded, "Suck me."

Marie dropped to her knees instantly and began unbuckling Max's pants. He'd taken off the sword belt and hat when the left the party and was now in a basic black outfit with the small Zorro mask. The mask was working well to hide the disgust in his eyes.

Marie dropped to her knees on the wadded up cloth. It was so kind of him to think of her comfort she thought to herself. "I'm going to suck you so good, you're going to want me on your dick every day."

"We'll see about that." As it was he was sure he'd need two showers by the time it was done.

Marie took his half-hard dick from his pants and stroked it in her hand a couple of times. Max's dick was a nice size half-hard; she couldn't wait to see just how big he'd get when he was fully engorged.

She licked him from base to tip several times, working her spit over him with her hand. She slid her lips over the plump head and tongued his slit. She worked her way to the base of his ever-hardening cock. When she got her lips to his pelvis, she purred against the head that was pushing on the back of her throat.

Max grabbed her head, twisting his hands into her chemically dry blond locks and began fucking her face, turning her head as he wanted and pounding into the back of her throat. He'd never treated another girl like this. But this was Marie, his cousin's enemy. He was hate-fucking her as the only way to extract any pleasure from this disgusting piece of shit.

Marie was struggling. Her eyes were watering and her nose was running, but she found that she loved being dominated. Her hand went between her legs under her red lace panties and found her clit. She was rubbing and moaning in time to his thrusts.




Blindsided



Max could feel his orgasm rising. He pulled her off of him, releasing his cock. He tightened his grip on her head with one hand and grabbed his dick with the other, stroking himself off. He held her still with her head yanked back at an impossible angle and shot his load all over her face and hair. Marie came as he did reveling in the degradation.

Despite coming hard, he was still fully erect. "Stand up."

Marie stood and took off her bra. She used the fabric to wipe some of the spunk from her face. She dropped the fouled fabric onto the ruined dress and grinned at her dark dominant. "Doesn't look like you're done."

"Not by a long shot," Max growled. "Drop the panties, leave the shoes on and go stand at the front of the car."

Marie tore the tiny panties from her body and tossed them in Max's direction. She stood waiting at the front of the car, unable to see what Max was doing.

"Turn around and put your hands on the hood."

Marie turned and bent, putting her hands on the still cooling car. She wiggled her ass at him as he came around the car. His dick was out and hard and covered with a condom. Hell yes, she was looking forward to having that gorgeous meat jammed in her wet pussy.

Max put a hand on her back, pushing her down until her chest was resting on the top of his car. "Yep, definitely going to need to wash this car as soon as possible," he thought.

He grabbed her ass cheeks and held them far apart. "Don't move." He stroked his dick across her pussy lips picking up the residual cream from her orgasm. The lubed condom and this moisture would have to be enough, not that he cared all that much if he hurt her.

He pressed the head of his dick against her puckered asshole. "Marie, I'm going to fuck your ass. Do you want my dick in your ass you dirty girl?"

"Yes! Please." Marie's body clenched with desire at his nasty words. Her hand went to her clit rubbing and pressing to ease the achy want.

"Say it!"

"Fuck my ass! Please, fuck this dirty girl in the ass." Marie squealed as Max pressed into her hard. He continued to thrust hard, working himself deep into her dark channel. He'd never wanted to participate in anal sex. It wasn't his thing. But, there was no way he'd stick his penis inside her cunt. He didn't want even a remote possibility of conception.

Once he was completely embedded in her butt, he released one cheek and used it to take his smart phone from his shirt pocket. He'd made sure the lens was above the edge of the pocket when he'd arranged it in the car and the recording could capture the audio as well. It helped that Marie's shrill voice was loud enough to carry to the next county. Now, he was using the screen to make sure he got her gaping asshole swallowing his hard cock like the wanton bitch she was.

"Do you like it, Marie? Do you like my dick in your ass."

"Yes. Yes, I love your dick in my ass. Pound me, fuck me hard. It feels so good." She was rubbing her clit vigorously, getting off on the dirty sex and his dirty words. She knew she was going to come at any moment.

He was working her hole hard and was going to come any second now. "Are you going to come? Are you going to come from getting ass fucked?" Max demanded, knowing she was close.

"Yes, yes! I'm fucking coming," she squealed as her pussy and ass clenched. He could feel the rhythmic movements of her vagina and it sucked on her own fingers. It was enough to push him over the edge. He came hard and roared his release.

Max pulled out of her ass and pulled off the condom. He dropped it in the dirt and ground it in to make sure the condom was torn apart and his sperm was beyond any reclamation attempts. If he was correct, Marie was going to be pissed at him and he didn't want to give her any material for future control.

Marie turned around and tried to wrap her arms around his neck looking to sate her need for afterglow affection. Max pulled away harshly. "Get off me, whore."

"What? What the fuck Max?"

"You think I don't know what you did to my cousin? This was all about payback and control. I fucked your face and I fucked your ass. I recorded the ass fucking. You jack with my cousin again, and I'll post this video to the raunchiest porn site I can find and email links to the entire University, staff, students, professors, everyone!"

"You bastard! Who do you think you're dealing with? I'll fucking end you."

"Marie, you need to shut the fuck up and get in the car and think about how you're going to change your behavior. I can keep this video forever. I can email it to any future employer, I can email it to any lover you might take. And, I can use this as the first wave of revenge. I'm a naturally creative person. You don't want to inspire my creativity. You want to declare peace, not war, with me."

"I'm not getting in the fucking car. Fuck you Max! This isn't over."

"I think it is," Max said getting in the car and starting it up. "Last chance, Marie. I'll give you a ride back."

"Fuck off!" Marie was pulling clothes from the dusty pile of scraps. Her come soaked bra and the pieces of her dress were going to have to do. "I'll find my own way back. And this is war. You and your fucking cousin are dead!"

Max slammed the car door and pulled away fast letting a stream of dirt and pebbles spray the crazy bitch. He wasn't worried for himself, but he was going to need to think about how to protect his cousin. He'd expected tears and bargaining. He'd seriously underestimated this hateful witch.

***

Marie was livid. The more she walked the more pissed she became. Her hair was crusty with come. She had no panties. She held the pieces of her ruined dress closed to cover her mound. Her bra had obvious cum stains, and she was developing blisters from the cheap costume heals.

She'd been walking for over an hour and guessed that it was close to midnight. There hadn't been one car on the lonely country road. But this shit wasn't going to kill her; it was only going to make her stronger. She was going to come after those spoiled silver-spoon fuck-heads so hard they wouldn't know what hit them. Those Texas brats were going to be up against a Louisiana swamp gator. She was mean, and she was deadly, and she was determined.

She stomped on down the road and finally heard the noise she'd been praying for echo across the empty land, a truck. She stopped and turned to face the oncoming vehicle. She tilted her head up and shook out her hair. She let the dress fall away from her leg. She needed to make sure that whoever was driving stopped for her.

***

Mahlon was worried about his brothers. Raguel was restless and agitated. Shallum, always quiet, was starting to show signs of depression. Something had to change soon or there was going to be trouble. As the oldest, it was his responsibility to care for his siblings.

He'd decided to take them driving, looking for fresh road kill that wasn't too damaged to mount. Their contract work was down. It'd been a hard year for the hunters. In past years, the demands for mounted mule deer and white tail deer heads was more than they could handle. This year they were easily keeping pace with the requests for their taxidermy.

Worse, their youngest sister had died a year ago trying to give birth to the latest family member. It was their sixth try. Despite doing everything his daddy had taught him, he couldn't save the babe or the mother. No sex and no work was no way for a man to live his life.

He drove, deep in thought and almost ran off the road trying to avoid the woman he'd seen at the last moment.

"Help! Help me please. My boyfriend left me. I need a ride." Marie was already moving to the truck that was now sideways across the narrow road.

"Mal, get her." Rage whispered as Mahlon opened his door. Shallum was slapping his hand against the dashboard, grunting, and bouncing in his seat. He wanted her too.

"What seems to be the problem, ma'am," Mahlon drawled with his best soothing voice. The same voice he used with injured game to calm it before the kill.

"I need a ride. My boyfriend took advantage of me and then freaked out when I told him I'd tell. He left me." Marie worked to generate some crocodile tears to reinforce her story and work the stranger's sympathy.

"I'm Mahlon, Mal to folks I know." Mal held his hand out testing her trust.

"I'm Marie, Marie LaTour," she replied placing her hand in his.

Mal smiled. He held her hand and began moving toward the truck. "My brothers, Rage and Shallum, are riding along. You're going to have to ride on their laps."

"I don't mind. Thank you so much for stopping."

"Glad I could help." Mal opened the passenger door on the truck and lifted Marie by her waist as if she was light as a feather. Rage grabbed her upper body and pulled her farther into the truck settling her sideways across Shallum.

Shallum laid his hands across her legs, tucking her feet in as Mal closed the door. Rage reached around Marie and held the handkerchief palmed in his hand to her mouth and nose. She struggled, but she was no match for these hulking monsters. Within seconds, she was unconscious.

Mal started the truck, completing the turn begun when he'd stopped suddenly. He went back the way they'd come, away from the city, and the University, and everything Marie had known.

***

Marie opened her eyes and saw nothing. Wherever she was, it was pitch black. She tried to stretch her tight muscles but bumped into what felt like bars. She came up to her knees and felt around the edges of the space. It seemed she was in a large dog kennel. The door was locked with a padlock.

"Hello?" She croaked. She was trying to recall the events that led to her captivity. She remembered leaving the party with Max. She remembered their sex and their fight. She was walking. What happened after that?

"Hey! Let me out of here! I need to pee! I need to go home. You can't keep me! Let me out!" She was screaming hysterically, despite her desert dry throat. Someone had to come or she would die here. She rattled the sides of the kennel, trying desperately to pull it apart.

"Stop that!" Mal demanded and turned on the overhead lights. Marie was blinded and blinking from the dramatic change. "You will behave, or you will be punished, severely."

"I need to use the restroom. Please. I'm so sorry, I'm just scared." Marie figured she better acquiesce until she could escape. She realized she was completely naked except for what felt like a dog collar. Mal was standing over the cage staring at her. She knelt and dropped her head, trying to embody the appearance of submission.

"I'm going to unlock this cage. You'll be allowed to use the toilet, and then we'll wash you. If you're a good girl, you'll be fed. Any resistance will be punished. You're in training as our new bitch. Until you're trained you'll be on leash when you're not in your kennel. Do you understand?"

Marie nodded silently wondering how long it would be before she could kill them and escape. As if she would allow someone to treat her like a dog and call her a bitch. They had no idea with whom they were dealing. Getting in that truck was not the smartest thing she'd ever done.

Mal attached the leash to the leather collar and pulled Marie from the cage. She stood and looked around the small room. Other than her kennel, there was a bed, a mattress on a hand crafted metal platform with iron pipes extending from the corners. There were various eyehooks in the walls at different heights. Suddenly, she felt a stinging slap to her ass.

"I said, heal." Mal growled and pulled the leash, grabbing her ear and pinching it.

"Ow!" Marie squealed and staggered quickly after Mal her neck extended from her body.

Marie was pulled down a short hallway and into a bathroom. It was utilitarian. There was a toilet, a sink, and a bathtub. The floor was bare plywood. Although there was a showerhead, there was no shower curtain. There was no mirror and the door had been removed.

"Um, can I have some privacy please?"

"No. Use the toilet if you need to, but you're staying on leash, as I explained."

"Can you at least turn around?"

"No. Your body is ours. Anything it does, we'll know it. We'll care for it. You'll do as we say."

Marie needed to pee desperately, so she did the unthinkable and sat and peed in front of the man. "Where's the toilet paper?"

"You don't need any. It's not good for the septic system. Step into the tub. We're going to wash you." Mal pulled her leash making her rise from the toilet. "Rage, Shallum, come in here!"

Marie stood embarrassed in the tub. She held her hands crossed over her mound with her shoulders hunched, trying to cover her breasts. She could feel a small trickle of urine running down her inner thigh. For the first time since this ordeal had begun, she felt like crying.

Rage and Shallum entered the bathroom stark naked. Marie flinched. Neither man was attractive. Rage was covered in hair. He had as much hair as the monkeys in the zoo. He was muscular, but disgusting. His dick was hard. It looked like a beer can. Five inches long and probably just as much girth. It was a funky mottled red color. She wanted to gag, just looking at it. Rage grinned and groped his own balls enjoying her scrutiny.

Marie quickly turned away and was assaulted with the vision of Rage's brother in all his naked glory. He wasn't hairy, instead he was almost hairless, and he had maybe three pubic hairs. His dick resembled his brothers, but seemed to be shorter and possibly even bigger around. It was beer can, but an Australian import one.

Shallum made a guttural laughing sound and reached down to grab himself as his brother had done. This was when she saw that his hand resembled a lobster claw. He had only two fingers, if fingers were what you called those things extending from his wrist. His other hand seemed to be better formed, but still missing a full compliment of digits.

Marie began to whimper as the two men joined her in the tub. If she hadn't just urinated, she would have wet herself.

Mal blasted her with the cold water shooting from the flexible showerhead he held in his hand like a prison guard turning the hose on his prisoner. "Awk! Can't you get that warm first?" Marie demanded.

Mal responded by blasting her in the face. The brothers turned her and Mal soaked her backside. He wet down her hair.

"Hold her open," he instructed his brothers. The two men pressed her into a bent position and each grabbed an ass cheek and pulled, hard. Cold water was directed at her asshole giving her an unexpected but brief enema. The water moved down and was aimed at her pussy.

The water pressure changed to a strong pulse that was aimed directly at her clit. She felt herself responding. She had used the showerhead at the sorority house to masturbate in the past. Her body knew and responded to this action. The hands on her back moved simultaneously and began pinching her nipples. They pulled and pinched as the water pulsed. She didn't want to, but within a couple of minutes she was barking out her orgasm.

"Good girl," Mal praised her. "Get the soap."

The water left her and Rage was pouring shampoo on her head. Shallum was loading up his claws with liquid soap that looked like it was from a dish soap bottle. Marie didn't want him to touch her, but she knew better than to fight it. Instead, she closed her eyes and resolved to survive whatever was coming next.

Rage was washing her hair, scrubbing her head, as if he suspected she carried lice. It hurt, but the four hands rubbing soap all over her body distracted her. They covered every square inch. There were fingers rubbing soap in her ass. There was something rubbing soap up in her pussy. She suspected it was Shallum's claw, but she couldn't make herself look.

The water returned, still shockingly cold. They repeated the process of rinsing her including bending her over and holding her apart for a deep rinse. She knew now was not the time to fight and wondered when the time would come. These men weren't fat; they were quite muscular in fact. She was easily manhandled and manipulated despite her athletic build.

The men pulled her from the tub and three pairs of hands armed with the roughest towels she'd ever endured rubbed her body pink. Again, no spot was ignored no matter how much she squirmed.

"Hold still," Mal ordered.

"I'm trying, it hurts! Are you drying me with sand paper?"

Two brutally hard smacks were delivered to her ass with no warning.

"Shut your trap, bitch." Rage had delivered the punishment shocking Marie into silence.

Mal yanked her leash. "Heal." He pulled her back to the kennel room. Instead of pushing her into the cage as she expected, he pulled her to the mattress. "Lay down."

Marie crawled onto the bed and lay face down. "Turn over," he instructed.

Marie did as she was told. She'd thought she was going to get more spankings for back talking. It seemed they had something else in mind. Shallum was busy securing her arms to the posts of the bed. Mal reached down and did the same with her legs. She was quickly tied in a spread eagle position. Rage returned to the room with some kind of equipment, but she couldn't turn her head far enough to see what it was.

Mahlon was removing his clothes. He looked surprisingly normal after seeing his brothers in their altogether. His cock was thick, rising from a normal amount of body hair. Marie wondered if she could convince him not to let his brothers have her.

"I want you," she cooed. She spread her knees apart and raised her ass as far as she could, offering herself to the least offensive captor.

"Good, cause you're going to have all of us. Are you on birth control?"

"Um, I use the ring, but I require the use of condoms. Do you have any?"

Mal knelt at the edge of the bed and stuck two of his thick fingers deep in her channel. He dug around for a few minutes causing Marie to grunt in discomfort. She knew she was in no position to argue, but this didn't bode well. He hummed and pulled his fingers from her holding her birth control device as a trophy. He tossed it away on the floor, grabbed his dick and shoved it all the way into her in one thrust.

Mal pounded into her fiercely. He was gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. Marie tried to pretend to enjoy it. She made little mewling noises and told him how good it was, how he had the best dick ever.

"Shut the fuck up," he told her.

Marie quieted, not in response to his words, but due to the evil look in his eye. He'd cut her throat if she didn't do as he said. At that moment, she had no doubt that she meant nothing more to him than a useful dog. She knew from her days in the swamp that the only thing a useless dog had coming was a bullet to the head.

Mal came hard, shooting his hot seed all over her womb. As he pulled out, Rage lined up behind him and jammed his dick in her vacant hole. His width forced her to stretch. It was good that she'd been warmed up with an orgasm in the shower and his brother's cum. It still hurt, but it went in. Rage knelt up close to her, forcing her legs over his knees, raising her ass to allow him to go as deep as he could. He grabbed her at the shoulders and pulled himself into her body violently, over and over again.

She didn't even try to charm Rage. She just took the punishing fuck until he came inside her. His body hair was sweaty, and rubbed her sensitive skin. She tried not to cry. "Shallum, come here. It's time to mark her."

The third brother started clapping and hopping, his hard dick bouncing up and down. Marie closed her eyes. Rage pulled out after shooting his wad and filling her with more cum than his brother had. She thought he'd never finish.

Shallum crawled on the bed over her and sniffed her neck and between her breasts. He leaned over and bit her nipple causing her to squeak in pain. Shallum grinned and grabbed his deformed penis. He stroked it and rubbed it over her pussy lips and her clit. Marie had her eyes shut tight until the first thrust. Her eyes popped open at the pressure. She gasped involuntarily and turned to find the source of the chuckling that rung in her ears..




Blindsided



Mal was standing to the side with his arms crossed over his chest, beaming with pride and laughing at her discomfort. She closed her eyes again, trying to disassociate from the situation. She couldn't do it. Shallum had started stroking her as he pumped away. He worked her clit with no mercy until she came forcefully and began milking his beer can dick. Now she cried with shame at what her body had done.

Shallum yelled a strangled shout from his throat as he came, adding his sperm to his brothers' mix. Marie was glad her birth control was still likely keeping her from getting pregnant from the unappealing mix.

Thinking they must be done with her for the time being, Marie was surprised when Mal straddled her chest. "We're going to fuck your mouth now. If you bite any of us, I'm going to remove your teeth." He held up a pair of pliers to reinforce his message. Marie abandoned any thought of rebelling at the thought of having her teeth pulled. Instead she nodded once and opened her mouth.

He shoved his dick in her mouth and used her roughly. Her throat was getting rubbed raw before he finished, coating it in his cum. She swallowed in self-defense to avoid choking.

Before she'd fully recovered, Rage was shoving his thick meat between her lips. She tried to wrap her lips around her teeth, but he was almost too big to be able to do it and open enough. She gave up and just stretched her mouth as far as it would go. Her mama always said she had a big mouth. Who knew it would come in handy one day?

"How is it?" Mal asked his brother.

"She's tight, she's not biting, but I can feel a little scrapping. Shallum will never fit unless we modify her."

Marie blanched. Modify her, what the fuck did that mean?

"Ok, she can just suck his balls for now, and he can unload in her mouth.

Marie lost focus for the next few minutes focusing on the intent behind the brothers' conversation. She wouldn't be coming out of this unscathed. Someone was going to pay as soon as she got free. First, the brothers Grimm were going to fucking die, then Max and his whore cousin. This was all Candy's fault. She'd been fucking with Marie's life since they met.

Marie swallowed reflexively. "Keep your mouth open and suck gently." Mal had grabbed her hair and pulled her head back until she focused on his eyes. She responded by opening wide to receive Shallum's bald testicles in her mouth. Shallum had straddled himself over her so that her face was in his ass. She closed her eyes. He was grunting in joy as he tugged on his dick.

Marie suckled and licked the mute's testicles. They seemed small after everything else that had been stuffed in her maw. She tried to give him pleasure. After all, he was the only one who had bothered to make her come. Better to get all of this over with as soon as possible. Shallum soon came all over her front. He reached forward and rubbed the goo across her chest and into her breasts much like a child playing with finger-paints.

Mal had released her legs, and Rage held her unshackled arms.

"That's enough Shallum. We need to finish the mating."

Mating? Oh fuck, that sounded way too permanent. What else could the mating entail? The men flipped her over and locked her arms down again.

Her ass cheeks were pulled apart and something cold was drizzled over her asshole. Mal took some of the lube in his hand and stroked it over his dick quickly. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to her knees and then shoved himself right up her ass. Marie screamed. She was still sore from taking Max, and Mal was making it seem like Max had been gentle.

Mal slapped her ass over and over again. "Shut up bitch. I don't want to hear your mouth. You need to learn your purpose in this world. You please us and you give birth. You obey us in everything." He punctuated each word with a thrust into her tender hole and a smack on her tender red skin.

Mal wasn't coming again any time soon. It was the third time that night and as much as he was relieved to finally have an outlet, it was going to take time to climax again. Instead of continuing, he ripped himself out, still hard, and told Rage to take over.

Rage jumped in and pushed with all his power, forcing his inhuman girth up the new bitch's ass. Although lubed, it was still too much.

Marie felt herself tear a little. It hurt and she couldn't hold back the whimper of pain. Rage smacked her ass, adding his handprints to his older brother's. He pumped a few more times and then pulled out as Mal had done and pointed to Shallum.

Shallum loved anal. It was his favorite type of sex. He picked Marie up by the hips and Mal lay down on the bed where she'd been. Marie was confused. What now? Rage got on the bed between her tied down arms and lined his cock up with her face.

"Eew, no way! That dick has been in my ass."

Rage slapped her. "And now it's going back in your mouth. The same rule applies, bite me and you lose your teeth. I won't pull 'em, I'll knock them the fuck out. So shut the fuck up, and clean my dick."

Marie held back a sob, but the tears poured out. She opened her mouth wide and tried to ignore the taste. At the same time, she felt Mal's dick press into her dripping pussy. There was so much cum in there, it slid right in. What didn't slide in was the giant fuck-stick at her back door.

Shallum pressed himself into Marie a quarter of an inch. Marie mewled around Rage's cock in her mouth. There was nowhere to go, she had to take it. She was completely immobilized. The cock in her mouth kept her from moving forward. She couldn't turn with Mal's grip on her hips and his cock deep inside her pussy. Her arms were locked to the bed. She was at their mercy.

"Relax Marie. This is the end of the mating. Just take it and we'll be done, I promise." Mal was using the same soothing voice he'd used on the road. "You're doing great. You're a good girl. You're our girl. We made you our girl. We just need to break you in tonight. We have to make you ours. We want you and we're going to care for you. This is how we bond you to us. It has been done this way in our family for all females as long as I remember."

Marie's body went lax. There was no point in fighting even if she could have summoned the energy. They were going to keep her and use her. She understood that now. The pain from the penis that finally pressed fully into her anal canal was beyond description. She wondered if she would need stiches. The men began to move in a rhythm only they knew, created from years of fucking one woman at the same time.

She had no idea how much time had passed. She may have passed out for a while. She awoke due to the screaming and grunting of three men unloading their cocks in every one of her orifices. It sounded like they were screaming "Ours". She blacked out again.

Marie felt a stinging pain on her belly. It was only slightly greater than the pain from her ass and the tension of her mouth and jaw. Her entire body was throbbing and sore, but the sting on her stomach was bothering her. There was a mechanical buzzing that she didn't understand.

She peeled her eyes open. She had expected that her limbs would be once again tethered to the bed. However, she was appalled at what was happening to her. Rage was holding a tattoo needle over her stomach in one hand and a white cloth streaked with red in the other. He was finishing what looked like three large gothic letters above her bellybutton. Her brain was having trouble comprehending what she was seeing upside down. He pulled his hand back, finished with his work.

Marie began to laugh hysterically as the letters became decoded in her brain. M. R. S. She had said to herself, just a few days ago, that she would settle for an MRS instead of an MBA. Careful what you wish for her mama always told her. Guess she should have heeded that advice.

Mal put some goo on the fresh ink and then put a light bandage over it. He washed her off with a washcloth, gently wiping her pussy and still bloody ass. After completing her care, he picked her up and placed her carefully in the extra large dog kennel. A blanket had been added for her comfort. He closed the padlock and Marie curled up and cried until she finally fell asleep.

***

Three weeks later

Max was back in El Paso attending classes. He wasn't entirely surprised when a uniformed police officer interrupted his Criminal Law class and his name was called. Max raised his hand and then calmly packed up his belongings. The officer stepped into the hallway to wait for Max. 

"What can I do for you, officer?"

"We'd like you to come down to the station to answer some questions about a missing person. Seems you may have been the last one to see her."

"Her?" No way was Max going to volunteer any information. Marie hadn't been seen since he'd left her on the dirt road, very much alive.

"Marie LaTour."

"I'm happy to help with any information I have, but I'd prefer to drive myself rather than leave my car here. Also, I'll be calling my lawyer to join us. You understand."

"You're not under arrest, but it would be faster if you just came with me." The officer was clearly trying to pressure Max into letting him have control. Max had too long to plan his response. He'd put a lawyer on retainer a week after Halloween, when Candy had informed him that no one had seen Marie since the party. He'd told his cousin nothing about the Halloween trick he'd played on Marie. She didn't need to be involved.

"I promise, I'll be right behind you. Only the speed limit and red lights will delay my arrival." Max gave the officer his best smile. 

***

Max sat in the interrogation room at the police headquarters. He'd been there for over an hour. Fortunately, he'd remembered to use the restroom before he came downtown and no way was he drinking anything provided by the officers. He didn't need to donate his DNA. As he contemplated making another call to Mr. Goldstein's office, the door opened.

"Max, sorry for the delay. I've asked them to give us a moment, but they'll be here shortly. I assume this is about the matter we discussed two weeks ago?"

Max nodded.

"Do you have the recording?"

Max nodded again. He knew from the way his attorney was phrasing the questions that it was likely someone was listening in and possibly even recording the conversation. It may not be completely legal, but Max wasn't taking any chances of saying something that would incriminate him.

Two officers came in at his lawyer's invitation. They asked to record the interview and Goldstein gave approval. After some initial state your name stuff and date and time, the officers began with the real questions.

"Do you know Marie LaTour?"

"I met her at a Halloween party this year."

"Did you know her prior to that?"

"No. I saw her at my cousin's sorority house the day before, but I didn't know who she was at the time."

"How did you meet?"

"She approached me at the party and introduced herself."

"What did you do after that?"

"I took her empty cup to the bar to have it refilled and brought it back to her."

"Did you drug her drink?"

"No."

"Did you leave her after giving her the drink?"

"No."

The second officer jumped in, "You were seen leaving the party with Marie."

"That is correct."

"Where did you go?" 

"We went for a drive to look at the stars."

"Do you remember where you stopped to 'look at the stars'?" 

"Yes, it was county road 77, about five miles in at the first turn out."

"How much had you had to drink?"

"One beer."

"Any drugs?"

"I took one Viagra at the party."

"Did Marie take any drugs?"

"I didn't see her do so."

"Why Viagra?"

"Marie wanted to fuck and I wasn't sure I could perform."

"You're a young man, why didn't you think you could have sex with her?"

"She disgusted me."

"So why take her somewhere to fuck her?"

"So I could record it and get her to stop tormenting my cousin."

"Did you kill her?" Max was surprised by the change in the questioning. He'd thought they might follow up on the tormenting comment. Apparently they already had some knowledge of Marie's behavior. He took a breath before answering. "No. Is she dead? I thought she was just missing?"

"Do you have this recording?"

"Yes. I have it here on my phone."

"Would you play it for us, please?"

Goldstein nodded at him to go ahead. Max took out his iPhone and pulled up the video. He turned volume up as loud as it would go. The men watched the recording of Max ass fucking Marie. They listened to her beg for Max to fuck her, the fight, and to Max offering to drive her back.

"Where did you go after you left Marie?"

"I returned to the party. My cousin and her roommate were waiting for my return so that I could escort them home."

"What time did you get back to the party?"

"I don't know exactly but I wasn't gone much longer than an hour. I drove Marie to the hills; we had oral and anal sex. The recording time stamp shows about 15 minutes of total recording time. I think it was about a 15 minute drive out there, so 15 minutes back."

"What time did you leave the party?"

"I took the girls home just before midnight."

"That's kind of early for a frat party."

"Is it?"

"Why did you leave so soon?"

"Well, Molly, my cousin's roommate isn't a big partier. Candy had been dancing with some guy she knew from high school and was tired. I had to drive back here the next day. After I dropped the girls at their house, I returned to my hotel. I'm sure the night manager would remember me, he liked my Zorro costume."

Goldstein interrupted, "Gentlemen, I believe Max has sufficiently accounted for his whereabouts and his interactions with the missing woman. If you need more information, feel free to get a subpoena or an arrest warrant. As you both may know, his iPhone and his car have built in GPS tracking and would corroborate this entire timeline. While it is unfortunate that the she's missing, it is clear that my client offered to take her back to the party and she refused. Wherever she may have gone after that is beyond my client's knowledge. Good day, sirs."

Max stood on the sidewalk in front of the police station. "So, what do you think? Are they going to try to arrest me?"

"No, the girl hasn't been found dead. She's still just missing and she's an adult. They're going to keep you listed as a person of interest, but that's not going to mean anything unless a body turns up. I'll keep my copy of the GPS tracking data should a subpoena appear. It's backed up to the data center in Dallas where we rent storage. Just go on with your life as usual, this will fade."

***

Candy relaxed in the afterglow. She was wrapped in Teddy's arms in his bed. She couldn't believe how much her life had changed in the last months.

"Madam President, that was fucking incredible." Teddy moaned at her. She loved his nickname for her. She'd won the replacement election at the sorority by a landslide. The minions, without their evil leader, had fought over which of them should run to replace Marie. As a result, they each received only one vote. Candy suspected that each of them had voted for themselves.

"It's always incredible with you, my First Man." Candy pulled the white sheet up over her naked body, discarding the idea of going to Teddy's kitchen to fix a snack. It could wait until she'd rested. She loved that he'd moved into a tiny off campus apartment just so they would have a place to be alone.

"Are you ready for your next anatomy test?" Teddy teased.

"Already?" Studying anatomy with Teddy was unbelievable, it consisted of him kissing, licking and sucking places on her body and her having to name that part for the system they were studying. Since they'd begun 'studying' together she'd aced every exam in her class.

"Yes, it's time to study the bones of the hand."

"We did the skeletal system two weeks ago," Candy protested sleepily.

"We missed something."

"We did?"

Teddy lifted her left hand and slid on the diamond engagement ring. "Yes, we did."

"Oh my GOD! Teddy, is that what I think it is?" Candy sat up, suddenly wide awake.

"Yes. Does that mean you like it?"

"Yes, I love it. I love you!"

"I love you too, Candace. Will you marry me?"

"Yes, I will marry you, Theodore Applegate." Candy threw her arms around him and kissed him deeply.

"Ok, but I'm going to take this back when we get to your folks house for Christmas. I'm going to talk to your Dad and get his permission. Then we can do the formal, down on the knee ask in front of your family. I just couldn't wait to hear your answer, love."

"Can I wear it until then?" Candy held her hand up, the light from the windows causing the marquis cut diamond to sparkle.

"I wouldn't want it any other way." Teddy kissed her and rolled on top of her. He slid into her slowly and made love to his fiancé for the rest of the afternoon. Studying could wait.

***

Many months later

Marie stood naked at the stove except for her collar preparing the evening meal for the brothers. She bent to pull the casserole from the oven and her hips were grabbed from behind.

"Shallum, no!" Mal called the man away from her. "You know we can't fuck her right now."

Shallum began grunting and pounding his hand on the kitchen table.

"Marie, suck him."

Marie turned slowly revealing her swollen belly. Mal came to her and took her hand to assist her to her knees. Shallum had already dropped his pants and was stroking his hard dick. Marie opened her mouth as wide as she could, letting Mal and Shallum control the action.

The modification Rage had made to her teeth with the grinding tool was enough to allow Shallum entrance to her mouth. She didn't experience pain from eating anymore and since there were no mirrors in the house, she didn't know if it looked bad or not.

Marie caressed and stroked his balls. She knew what he liked. He would come quickly and be happy. After dinner, he would want to lie on the couch across her lap and suck on her nipples. She wasn't sure what would happen when the baby came in a couple of weeks. Her milk would come in, but would it be enough for both of them? At least her nipples were toughened up. Nursing would be no problem.

Marie continued to suck as her mind wandered. She wondered if anyone missed her or even looked for her. She wondered what she would do if she was ever freed. She no longer cared if she was ever let go. Her child was coming and the brothers fed and sheltered her. She'd learned to obey every command and was rarely punished. For the last few months, she'd been allowed to sleep in her bed instead of the kennel.

Shallum came down her throat and she swallowed everything and then licked him clean. After she finished, she thanked him as she'd been trained to do. Mal lifted her to her feet and the men sat at the table while she served them dinner. After putting the food on the table and seeing the men had everything they needed, she took her place at Mal's feet with his assistance and waited for him to feed her.