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Fright Night

By: Fflow



Even though autumn was in full swing, the California heat seemed to cling to the house well into the night. Jessica, damp with perspiration and fevered dreams, tossed and turned miserably in her sticky bed. Jess, as her family called her, had started college a month before and had been feeling rather sophisticated and mature, especially compared to Robbie, her younger brother. Just a year apart, there were vast differences in their emotional development.

Jess, awarded a full scholarship for water polo, was in peak physical shape. Standing 5'9" tall, she had broad, powerful shoulders, a slender but well-defined waist, and strong legs. In the water, she moved with the ease of a dolphin and, on land, with the grace of a dancer. In the last few years her body had shed its baby fat. Now, with chestnut locks cut short, dark brown eyes, and pale skin, her beauty had become overly obvious to any who were fortunate enough to behold her.

She had to admit, however, that she was just a little disappointed that her breasts hadn't grown more. Maybe it was her tough physical regimen, but they remained two soft discs that lay flat against her chest.

Earlier that evening she and Robbie were arguing about what to watch on TV. Their parents had left them to their own devices (with Jess in charge, of course) for the weekend. Robbie had rented the latest horror flick to celebrate the season.

"C'mon, Jess," said Robbie, holding the DVD box up for her to see. "Don't tell me a stupid movie is gonna scare you!"

"No, Robert," she replied carefully, "I simply don't feel that I need to expose myself to that kind of trash!"

"Damn, Sis! You sound like Grandma, I swear!"

Eventually, she relented and, not willing to concede his point, remained in the room while the film began. Soon, the darkened room was filled with the screams of countless victims, blood flowed, shadows flickered, and evil crept into every corner. By the time the film ended Jess was a nervous wreck.

So, hours later, she lay awake, frightened by every sound that played across her consciousness. So it was no surprise that, finally, she slipped from her bed and padded down the hall to Robbie's room. Pushing his door open softly, she peered in. Lit by the soft glow of the streetlight, she could make out sports posters, pictures of models, and her sleeping brother in his briefs, sprawled out on top of his bed.

"Robbie?" In the palpable silence of his darkened room her voice sounded loud even though she barely whispered his name. He didn't stir a muscle. "Robbie? Can I sleep with you tonight?" She almost laughed then, because he used to ask her the same thing during thunderstorms, when they were both younger. Eventually, she gave up trying to communicate and very carefully slipped onto the bed next to him, her back facing his front. Just knowing he was there, next to her, allowed her to relax enough to slip into a deep sleep. Jessica dreamed of a haunted house, some invisible force pinning her to the bed, invading her body, filling her with its energy, consuming her. As she was ravaged, her fear began to dissolve and she gave herself completely to the pleasure she felt. She knew it was wrong of her to indulge, but she was beyond caring. The force completely took her body over.

Jess woke with a start. The room seemed darker than before. Her body, as in her dream, was immobilized somehow. Slowly, she began to realize that her wrists and ankles were securely restrained with what felt like silk neckties. The blackness came from a blindfold. She couldn't see, but could guess that it was her brother who was feasting on her pussy and clit as he forced her legs further apart.

"Robbie, please! Let me go this instant!" She thrashed against her bonds. "Robbie, I'm your sister! Don't do this!" In an effort to push him away from her sex, she squeezed her thighs together, and bucked her pelvis a bit. Suddenly, he stopped his licking and hopped from the bed.

Jess could sense that he'd left the room. Each second felt like an eternity. Finally, he returned and she could hear him moving around, doing something. Then, she felt his breath next to her ear. In a whisper, he said "I'm gonna take you, Sis! I've dreamed about this for so long. So many times you've teased me and, now, you're gonna be mine! Don't think you can get me in trouble either because, if you try, I'll have this!" Suddenly, her blindfold was removed. Light flooded the room. As her eyes adjusted, she looked around to see what her insane sibling was referring to. Her heart went cold as she saw the blinking red light of the family video camera. He was taping her, even as she lay there.  

Then, she saw her brother. She gasped in shock, her heart pounding. He was naked, except for a latex Halloween mask that completely covered his head. The face was that of the killer in the horror movie they'd watched the night before. Robbie's cock was long and slender. His body wasn't nearly as muscular as hers, and a bit on the skinny side. In his hands he held a pair of scissors.

He moved to her then, and she tried to shrink back. Quickly, he cut her cotton nightgown from her body, revealing her small breasts, tight belly, and hairless mound. Dropping the scissors, he slid his hands along her body, feeling the strength that lay just beneath her soft, warm skin. His fingers were drawn to her small nipples and they hardened as he teased and twisted them. Against her will, a small gasp of pleasure escaped her lips.

Jessica was no virgin. She'd given her maidenhood to her high school sweetheart on the night of their senior prom. She knew that it wasn't a relationship that would lead anywhere, but she trusted Roger, and knew he respected her. Since then she'd made love with him one other time, just before he left for Columbia. As Robbie teased her hardening nipples, she could feel her body begin to heat up, the center of her being flushed and wet. As if he could read her thoughts, Robbie moved one hand down, sliding over her trembling belly, over the smooth mound of her vulva, and down to where her juices began to flow from her slippery pink lips. As his fingers circled round her tender clit, an involuntary gasp escaped her lips. Behind his mask, Jess could almost see the smirk that played across her brother's face.

"Please, Robbie! This is crazy! You've got to stop!" As the feelings of pleasure mounted, and her body began to respond of its own volition, the shame of this forbidden act overwhelmed her and a tear welled up in her pretty dark eyes.

Then, amidst all the conflicting feelings and sensations, she became aware of another. Robbie's hard cock was pressed against her thigh, and it was leaking sticky fluid. She could feel him rub it against her leg. It was hot, and it almost burned against her. She       tried to shrink from it, but it just encouraged her brother to rub it against her more aggressively.

"Oh god, Robbie," she sobbed, "Please don't do this! We can't!"

Then, her brother lifted himself from her then and, for a moment, she imagined that he'd come to his senses, had seen reason, and was going to release her. In fact, he began to unfasten the bonds around her ankles and her hopes soared. Quickly, though, they were dashed as he refastened her ankles to the headboard, her legs spread and lifted nearly over her head. She was opened like a flower, and he was not going to let her go.

He climbed up onto the bed and laid atop her, his hard cock resting between the wet lips of her pussy. Not inside her, he moved his hips slowly, sliding his shaft along the outside of her sex. The feeling of his member rubbing over her swollen clitoris send waves of pleasure through her taught body and, much to her horror, she began to ache for him to enter her, to fill her up, to fuck her senseless. Without realizing it, she began to move her hips in time with his teasing strokes, trying to capture his shaft with her pussy, wanting to feel it sink into her wet depths.

"Please, Robbie," she begged, her eyes filling with tears.

"Please what," he replied.

"Please, don't,"

"Don't what," Robbie asked, almost mockingly.

"Oh God, Robbie! Please don't tease me anymore!" Jess couldn't take it. She needed his cock inside her, and she desperately tried to move her hips so as to align their two sexes. His cock head finally began to spread her pussy lips as he pushed into her body. Buried to its hilt, he began sawing his cock in and out of her cunt, slowly at first, then faster.  

"Fucked by my brother!" The thought echoed in her brain as his cock began to pound into her, their bodies slapping together, his balls bouncing off her upturned ass. Now she wished her hands and feet were free so she could wrap them around her incestuous lover, pull him to her, and embrace him with her whole being. As it was, she was his helpless victim and that, too, had a certain liberating feeling. She was powerless to stop the forbidden sexual experience, so she just relaxed and let him have her. Pleasure spread from her hot, sticky center, moving to every part of her body. The tight knot in her belly seemed tighter with each stroke of his shaft, and she knew that, in a few more strokes, her body would explode.

Then, he stopped! 

He pulled his glistening shaft from her pussy, leaned back, and looked at her. Her body was twitching, and he knew that she was very close to cumming. Her eyes were wild, and he knew that, very soon, she'd begin to beg him.

"Please, Robbie, I'm nearly there! Please finish me, bro! Make me cum!"

Robbie smiled, and she could see his eyes behind the mask. "I'll make you cum, sis, but you've got to let me do one thing."

"Please, Robbie, yes! I'll do anything, just fuck me!" Jess moved her hips, trying to entice his shaft back into her aching cunt.

Quickly, he was back inside her, driving his shaft deep into her spasming pussy, pounding her hard, twisting her hard nipples at the same time. Soon, her body was poised upon the brink of orgasm once again, and he didn't stop. He fucked her hard, even harder than before and, as though something inside her snapped, the wave of her orgasm broke over her body. Every fiber of her being was alight with pleasure, and she quaked, shivered, and came for what seemed like eons.

Eventually, her pleasure subsided. Her body, still damp with perspiration, was flushed. Then she noticed something surprising: Her brother was still quite hard inside her. He began to withdraw, and this slight movement sent aftershocks through her body. Once his head slipped from her, he pushed his shaft down and, to her shock and horror, pressed it to her tight, virginal asshole.

"No way, bro! The fuck was great, but not my ass!" Her eyes did not hide the fear she felt.

"You promised, sis. You said, 'I'll do anything!'"

Her heart fell. They both knew that, although her statement was made under duress, she was not one to go back on her word. She thought, however, that she might dissuade him. "Robbie, there are other things we can do, things I know you'll like." She tried to sound sexy and seductive, hoping that his interest would be peeked. 

"You said, 'Anything,' sis, and this is the anything I want."

He gripped her tightly by the shoulders and his cock began to increase its pressure against her ass. Her juices had run down the crack of her ass, making everything slippery. Soon, she began to feel her muscles weaken, and her ass began to accept him.

"Oh god, Robbie, you're too big! You're gonna tear me!"

He did not relent, even for an instant. He continued to force his shaft into her tight, hot gut, and she could feel him move deeper into her body. There was a kind of pain, but not the tearing she expected. It was more like a cramp, an uncomfortable fullness. For the second time today, he began fucking her. His cock, although slender, felt massive inside her clenched rectum.

"Oh damn, sis, your ass feels so fucking good around my cock!" Robbie's face was close to her ear and, with each stroke, he whispered more. "You're my slut now. My ass whore! Anytime I want you, you're gonna be mine." His words simultaneously horrified and thrilled her. His shaft in her ass began to feel good. She knew that, as long as he had the tape of them fucking, she was helpless to refuse his advances, no matter what form they took. This thought, just like her bonds, freed her and she began to give as good as she got.

"Yes, Robbie, I'm your ass slut! Fuck my tight little ass, you fucker! Give me every inch of your cock! Fuck your sister, you prick!"

She wanted to feel him cum, to feel his hot juice spray inside her, filling her. She worked her hips, moving them in tight circles in time with his thrusts. She knew that he was close and, just as he was about to release his cum, he pulled out and scooted up, spraying her face with his sticky white jism. He pressed his spasming cockhead to her tightly closed lips as the last of his juice flowed from his balls.

He fell back, lying on the bed, his heavy breathing beginning to slow at last! "I knew you'd be a hot fuck, sis, and with this tape, I expect to have you whenever I want."

"I had no idea you were such a good fuck, Robbie," Jess said, kissing him with her cum- covered lips. "And, if you want to fuck me again, you don't need the tape!"

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Not just another weekend up at the cabin, three couples are forced to have sex with one another.

Jeff and his friends, George and John, loaded up the Chevy Suburban for some fun at the cabin on the lake in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. Normally going without their wives for some hunting, fishing, drinking, and alone time, this time, the three men took their wives with them for a getaway weekend. Jeff took his wife, Joan, George took his wife Anne, and John took his wife, Christine. Jeff couldn't wait to drive the twisty and curvy Kangamangus highway with its long straightaways for passing in his new truck.

All about the same age, all six friends were in their early forties. Leaving the kids home with their grandmothers, this is the first time in a long time that they've gone anywhere without their kids. Roughing it somewhat, this is the first time that all six friends would be sleeping at the cabin. Normally, it's just the three men roughing it, with the small A frame cabin having only one bedroom, a small kitchen, a bathroom with a shower, and a big main room with a fireplace, the cabin was meant for two people, maybe four, but not built for the comfort of six people. Yet, cheaper than staying at a motel and forever bonding the couples together with fond memories of spending quality time together in the White Mountains, the cabin was just a place to sleep after enjoying being out in nature for the day.

A beautiful spot to go camping, hiking, hunting, and fishing, the six friends would rather go to the mountains than to go to the beach. Where the beaches are always hot, noisy, and overcrowded, the mountains are always cool, scenic, and peaceful. The scenic view from the cutouts along the Kangamangus highways while traveling higher and higher are just breathtaking. Also, the cutouts allow campers and recreational vehicles collecting behind them to pass.

This time, something they've never done in all the years they've been coming to the White Mountains, they intended to drive to the top of the Mount Washington via the auto road and to tour the observatory and buy souvenirs at the gift shop. At 6,288 feet, Mount Washington is the highest peak in northeastern United States and the most prominent mountain east of the Mississippi River. While driving up through the mountain range, virtually surrounded by the mountain, there's a sensation that you can roll down your window and touch it. One can certainly feel the pressure popping your ears, smell the freshness of the mountain air, and see the babbling mountain water while driving by rocky streams. Nature at its best, sometimes a bear, a deer, a moose, coyotes, and even wolves will reveal themselves in the distance. 

Accustomed to coming up here safely for years without incident, they never thought, didn't even suspect, that their weekend away from civilization would be a weekend filled with terror. They never thought they'd regret their decision to leave their guns home. They never thought that even up here, way up in the mountains, that they'd have to lock their doors in fear and for their own safety in the way they had to do when living in the city of Boston. Their biggest fear has always been coming in contact with a bear and not with three violent men determined to do them bodily harm.

* * * * *

As soon as Jeff, George, and John unloaded the truck, and went inside the cabin to relax, three armed men opened the unlocked, front door of the cabin with guns drawn. Way out in the middle of nowhere, Jeff bought this particular cabin because the quiet isolation. Their closest neighbor is five, long, trudging through the forest or driving down the winding mountain road, miles away.

Aside from driving up a two way, narrow road in plain sight of their big, bay window, anyone needing to reach the cabin on foot had to walk through the dense and sometimes dangerous woods. Someone would have to know these woods to reach their cabin by foot. With no phone and no computer, should there be an emergency, all they had were their cell phones.

"Take what you want," said Jeff. He brushed back his black hair to look at each man with his brown eyes before reaching in his pocket to pull out his money clip with several hundred dollars. He handed his money to the man who was seemingly in charge before holding his hands up in the air. "Just don't hurt us."

The man closest to Jeff took his money and then took off his hat, a sweat stained John Deer baseball cap, and put it on the coffee table upside down. 

"I want to see six cell phones in my hat," he said staring down at his hat before staring up at the six people. "If I only see five cell phones, I'll shoot one of you to make the cell phones equation equal to the number of people in this room," he said looking around the room at all six people. "Then, after you deposit your cell phones in my hat, empty your pockets and purses beside my hat."

As if they were playing a wife swapping game with house keys, immediately, Jeff, George, and John removed their cell phones from their pockets and put them in the hat. Next, Joan, Anne, and Christine removed their cell phones from their purses and put them in the hat too. The three men emptied their pockets of their wallets and cash and the three women dumped their purses on the coffee table.

"Good. That's good," said the man picking up each cell phone and removing the battery while his two friend went through the contents on the coffee table searching for valuables.

He looked from Jeff, George, and John to look at Joan, Anne, and Christine.

"My name is Darryl," said Darryl with a big smile while looking around at each person. "I'm pleased to meet you all."

Darryl had brown hair and stood about 5'11" tall. He had a muscular build as if he worked as a lumberjack or in construction.

"Hi," said Jeff. "Under the circumstances, I can't say that it's good to meet you."

As if he was Boyd Crowder from Justified, Darryl gave him a big, white tooth smile.

"Oh contraire," said Darryl. "I'm happy to make all of your acquaintances," he said looking from one to the other. "Yes, I am," he said nodding his head.

Jeff shot him a look of derision. 

"Why is that? Why are you so happy to make all of our acquaintances? I'd rather you just take what you want and just leave," said Jeff.

Darryl seemed eager to engage Jeff by enlightening him.

"Being that I'm a people person, I like meeting new people. Moreover, the only time we have anything of consequence to do around here is during the tourist season," he said with a laugh.

"Well, you must have a busy schedule in the summer as the White Mountains are littered with tourists," said Jeff.

"Indeed, we have been busy. Actually, the good thing about robbing tourists is, here today and gone tomorrow," he said with a shrug and a laugh. "We never see them again and they never report us. A win/win for both of us, we're happy to relieve them of some much needed money and they're happy to return home alive. Call it a use tax of the scenic mountains if you will."

When Darryl laughed, his two friends laughed with him.

"I'm glad we can occupy you, entertain you, and enrich you," said Jeff with sarcasm.

Darryl eyed Jeff before turning to his two friends.

"Forgive my rudeness but this is my brother Larry," he said pointing to the man closest to him, a man who stood about 5'9" tall and was heavyset before turning to the other man. "That's my other brother, Larry," he said pointing to a man who stood about 6'1" and was thin. "Now you. Who are you? Tell me your names, your first name only and your relation to one another," he said.

He looked at the six people while waiting for someone to speak. With Jeff doing all the talking, seemingly Jeff was the appointed spokesman of the group.

"I'm Jeff. That's my wife Joan," said Jeff pointing to Joan. "And these are our closest friends George and his wife, Anne, and John and his wife, Christine," he said.

As if he was a psychiatrist meeting people for the first time, Darryl looked down the line of six people.

"Nice to meet you, Jeff, Joan, George, Anne, John, and Christine," he said nodding his head after saying each name as if he was memorizing their names. "Now who owns the cabin?"

He looked at Jeff, the driver of the truck who had pulled up to the cabin.

"We do, my wife and I," said Jeff. "We own the cabin. We bought it several years ago as a place to get away from things. We love the White Mountains."

Darryl scooped up the cell phones and put his hat back on his head. 

"Start a fire," ordered Darryl to Jeff.

Immediately Jeff put some wood in the fireplace and started a fire. Once the fire started blazing, Darryl took all six cell phones, less their batteries and threw them in the fire.

"Now I'm going to ask you another question and you best not lie to me or you'll suffer the consequences."

John, Christine's husband, a man who resembled a younger version of Christopher Walken, looked at the man.

"We'll answer your question honestly, Mister," he said.

Darryl shot John a hurt look as if he had been insulted.

"Mister?" He laughed. "Darryl. My name is Darryl. Please call me Darryl," he said.

As if they were airport baggage handlers, the two Larry's started opening and dumping out their luggage. They put laptops, iPads, and cameras to the side.

"Do you have any guns, knives, or any weapon that can hurt us, Tasers, stun guns, box cutters, scissors or anything that airline security wouldn't allow you to bring on a plane?"

Joan looked at the contents of the luggage dumped on the floor.

"Other than the knives in the kitchen, all we have is what you see there? Since this wasn't a hunting trip, we didn't bring any guns," she said.

Darryl stared out the window at the truck.

"Go collect the knives in the kitchen," said Darryl to short Larry. "Make sure you open every drawer."

Short Larry disappeared in the kitchen and made a lot of noise going through their silverware.

"Nice truck," said the man. "Is that a Chevy Suburban?"

"Thanks," said Jeff. "Yeah. It's a 2015 LTZ. I just got it."

"That must have cost you a few dollars," said Darryl with an inquisitive smile.

"With options, it pushed seventy-thousand-dollars," said Jeff.

"Wow! Seventy-thousand-dollars for a truck," said Darryl shaking his head in disbelief. "I like the color too. What color white is that?"

"White diamond clear coat," said Jeff. "It's a thousand dollar option."

Darryl looked pensively out the window at the truck before turning to confront Jeff.

"What about the truck?" Darryl turned from Jeff to look at the truck before returning his focused attention to Jeff and before looking over at Joan. "Are there any weapons in the truck?"

As if he was a police detective analyzing his suspect to see if he was being truthful, he studied Jeff who remained suspiciously silent.

"There's a 45 in the console and a hunting knife in the glove box," volunteered Joan.

Jeff shot her a look of disappointment by the outspokenness of her honesty.

"Thank you, Joan," said Darryl. "May I have the keys?" Darryl held out his big hand to Jeff and Jeff pulled the keys from his pocket and handed them to him. "Go search the truck," he said handing the keys to tall Larry. "And then move it behind the cabin. Be careful with the truck. It's brand new. Take care not to scratch the paint with branches. And don't park it beneath a tree or you'll get tree sap on it," he said turning his attention from tall Larry to smile at Jeff.

John looked from Jeff to Darryl and spoke.

"What are you going to do with us?

Acting pensively thoughtful, Darryl moved the loaded gun to his lips.

"Well, John, as long as you all cooperate and do all that I ask of you, we won't hurt anyone" said Darryl. "Other than burning your cellphones, taking your valuables, and Jeff's new truck, we're going to have a little fun. We're going to have a party."

Eying them from head to toe as if undressing them with his eyes, Darryl looked lustfully at Joan, before staring at Anne, and smiling at Christine.

* * * * *

"Party? Just take the truck and leave please," said Jeff impatiently while obviously surmising who the entertainment was going to be at his impromptu party. "Okay?"

Helpless to do anything but beg, Jeff looked panicked.

"Chill," said Darryl to Jeff. "Calm yourself. Don't do anything stupid that you'll regret," he said waving his gun while giving everyone a big toothy smile. "Why don't we all sit and relax," he said looking at Jeff. "Do you have any booze?"

Jeff acted nervous as if he was Brett, played by Frank Whaley, in Pulp Fiction, before being shot by Vincent, played by John Travolta and Jules, played by Samuel L Jackson. Instead of stuttering and repeating the question 'What' as Brett annoyingly did in the movie, Jeff pointed to the box on the floor as if pointing to where to find Marsellus Wallace's briefcase.

"There's beer in the ice chest. We were planning to buy more beer once up here. And there's vodka, gin, scotch, rum, and tequila in the box there," said Jeff pointing to one of the boxes.

Darryl smiled.

"Well, it sounds like we have a full bar," said Darryl with an annoyingly fake smile. "Joan, why don't you do the honors and make everyone a drink but from where I can see you."

She looked from Darryl to the kitchen before returning her focus to Darryl with fright.

"We don't have a bar. The glasses are in the kitchen," said Joan.

Darryl shrugged.

"Then, get the lady of the house some glasses," said Darryl to short Larry with a nod.

Larry returned with the glasses.

"Well, being that Joan knows what everyone drinks without even having to ask, it seems to me that you've been friends for a long time," said Darryl to no one in particular. "How long?"

As if counting the years, everyone remained silent until George spoke. George was a short, paunchy, bald man with a kind face. Looking so serenely content, he looked as if he could have been a holy man.

"Ten years," said George looking from his wife, Anne, to look at John's wife, Christine, before looking at Jeff's wife, Joan.

Darryl nodded his head as if he was happy with George's answer.

"Ten years is a long time to be dangling forbidden fruit in the face of horny men," said Darryl with a dirty laugh.

"I beg your pardon," said Jeff. "What do you mean by that rudely insulting remark?"

"Allow me to put it a different way by asking you a question," he said looking at all six people before continuing. "I imagined being that you have a fancy, new truck and this nice cabin that you all must live in a nice neighborhood and in comfortable homes," said Darryl.

Tall Larry entered the front door from outside.

"I got the gun and the hunting knife," he said handing the knife and gun to Darryl. "I pulled the truck around back. No one can see it from the road," said tall Larry.

Darryl pocketed the knife and stuck the gun in his belt. Seemingly happy that he had all of their weapons and control of the six hostages, he returned his focus to the three couples.

"Good," said Darryl. "As I was saying, do you all have pools?"

Not even having to think about it, Anne answered.

"Yes," said Anne. "We all have pools. We have pool parties and barbeques."

Darryl smiled.

"Pool parties are fun," said Darryl. "Just by the looks of you, I bet you three women look really hot in bikinis," he said looking from Joan's big tits to look at Anne's freckled, pretty face before staring at the beauty of Christine. "You men are very lucky to have such sexy, beautiful wives," said Darryl.

"Leave our wives out of this," said Jeff.

"I'd be remiss not to give your wives the attention that they deserve," said Darryl smiling at the three women before staring at the three men. "I bet you guys have lusted over one another's wives one time or another while having too much to drink and with the women flaunting their shapely bikini clad bodies," he said looking at the three men. "I bet you've all had some drunken, touchy feely, and tickle teasing, sexy fun in the pool," he said looking from one couple to another couple.

As if he knew what was coming next, Jeff looked horrorstruck.

"We're Christian people," said Jeff. "We all have children. We don't subscribe to that type of inappropriate behavior."

Darryl rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Oh please. Pardon me. La-di-da. Christian people?" Darryl laughed. "Christians have sex too. I dare say that Christians lust over one another as much as non-Christians do."

The six people looked at one another as if they suddenly were contestants at a Japanese sexy, game show.

"We're all friends. We're all happily married. We don't lust over the wives of our friends," said Jeff. "Maybe that's something that you do with your wives but that's not something that we do with our wives. We respect one another and take the vows of holy matrimony seriously."

Darryl smiled his disbelief with smug arrogance.

"In my line of work, I don't know very many holy rollers but I know of a Christian married couple, Jim Bakker and his wife, the late, Tammy Fay, two of the biggest sex addicts that I knew. Have you heard of them? They were famous. Jim was an evangelist and part of the PTL, the 700 Club, and Heritage USA religious theme park," he said with a snide laugh.

"Yes, we know who they are, of course," said Jeff.

"Well, seemingly, going against the good Christians that they professed to be, they literally had sex with a lot of people while preaching to everyone to figuratively love their neighbor. Taking that concept to an extreme level, they literally loved they neighbor," said Darryl with a loud laugh. "In the meantime, they broke the seventh Commandment, Thou shall not commit adultery and the tenth Commandment, Thou shall not covet thy neighbor's wife," said Darryl pausing to look down the line of six people.

"Hardly Christians, stealing from the poor to enrich themselves, they weren't even very nice people," said Joan in reference to Jim and Tammy Faye Bakker.

Darryl nodded a sad smile at Joan.

"What about Joel and Victoria Osteen? Do you think they're good Christians? They're constantly and continually professing on television that they are," he said looking from one person to the next. "Do you think they're very nice people in taking money from those who can ill afford to give it while they live in their ten million dollar mansion?"

Darryl looked to Joan for answers.

"Much like any CEO of any business, he'd entitled to earn a living that reflects his position," said Joan with a shrug.

Thinking of what Joan had just said, Darryl furrowed his brow.

"Yet, what bothers me is that Joel Osteen, the senior pastor of the largest Protestant Church in the United States, the Lakewood Church in Houston, Texas, uses his charity to personally enrich himself," said Darryl.

"Amen to that," said George.

"It's unusual for a pastor to be so blessed by the good Lord," said Darryl looking to the ceiling as if God was there. Imitating Joel Osteen, he raised his hand to Him. "He's swimming in dough."

"Hallelujah," said George with a laugh.

"So now, instead of talking about religion, we're talking about a business and the biggest business in the world is the Catholic Church," said Darryl with a laugh. "Bigger than General Motors, bigger than the Exxon Oil Company, and even bigger than Apple Computer, the Catholic Church is the biggest business in the world," said Darryl looking from one to the other.

"That doesn't seem right that the Catholic Church would be the world's biggest business," said George shaking his head.

"Yet being that each Diocese is a separate entity onto itself, much like the Mafia families of old, and being that the Catholic Church is a charity, it doesn't have to report its earnings. They don't pay any taxes," said Darryl with a laugh. "With Vatican City, a sovereign country, and with the Pope, the monarch at its head, in the way of Prince Albert II in Monaco, we don't have a clue how rich they really are."




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Anne raised her hand as if she was in school and didn't speak until Darryl acknowledge her with a nod.

"The Catholic Church does a lot of good for people throughout the world," said Anne with stars in her eyes.

Darryl smiled at her innocent naiveté while ignoring her pointless point. 

"Speaking of Joel and Victoria Osteen, let me ask you this," he said persevering while looking down at the three couples as if, as Christians, they were responsible for the actions of Joel and Victoria Osteen. "Do you think they're sexually faithful to one another?" He waited for their response and when none came, he continued. "I'm willing to bet that old Joel has a stable full of young lovers and I'm willing to bet that Victoria has had a young man or two in her bed too," said Darryl. "Actually, it wouldn't surprise me if she's done women too."

Jeff looked at him with hostility.

"How dare you besmirch the good name of Joel and Victoria Osteen? They're good Christians, said Jeff looking at Darryl with anger before showing his impatience. "What's the point of all of this anyway?"

Darryl looked at Jeff and smiled.

"There's no point other than entertaining myself and having some fun with you all while showing you the contradiction of your ways," he said giving Jeff a hard look as if reading him. "I can see who you are and all that you're about in your face."

"You don't know me," said Jeff. "You don't know anything about me."

"Actually, I know your type," said Darryl. "You think you're better than me because you're a Christian, because you have more money than me, a better job, this cabin, and a fancy, new truck. Whereas I think that you're no better than me at all, especially now with me holding this gun. Had I had your opportunities and went to college, maybe I could have had your life with a wife a pretty as Joan," said Darryl. "Maybe I wouldn't be standing here now robbing you."

Darryl gave the three couples a look of contempt.

"Just take the truck and go. Okay? You have our money and our valuables," said Jeff. "What else do you want?"

Darryl smiled at Jeff.

"What else do I want? Now there's a loaded question," he said giving Jeff a feigned smile while giving Joan, Anne, and Christine a lusty look. "This is what I want. Before I leave, I want to remove that smug smile from your face. Before I leave, I want to take your dignity with me too. I want to strip away your fake morals to show you that, indeed, you are no better than me," he said looking from one to the other.

Jeff looked at him, rolled his eyes, and sighed.

"Fine," said Jeff with smugness. "And how are you going to take our dignity?"

Darryl gave Jeff a nod along with another feigned smile.

* * * * *

"Easy," he said. "I want you all to strip down to your underwear now, all six of you. Then, I want you to deposit your clothes on the coffee table," said Darryl looking from Jeff and Joan, to George and Anne, and to John and Christine.

Not surprised, instead of being met with resistance, every man and every woman had the same sexually excited look on their faces. As if this was their sexual fantasy, being forced to strip to their underwear in front of one another, Darryl wondered if they were thinking what he was thinking. He wondered if they were thinking that he was going to have them strip naked. He wondered if they were thinking that he'd force them to have sex with one another.

"When I said now, I meant for you to undress now," said Darryl calmly while menacingly waving his gun in the way that Gary Oldman, as Lt. Norman Stanfield of the DEA, waved his gun at people in The Professional.

As if she was mindlessly removing her jacket after coming in from outside, Joan stopped making drinks to unbutton and unzip her jeans. Kicking off her sneakers, she pulled her jeans down and wiggled her shapely ass out of them to reveal her light blue, bikini panties. With her panty clad, round, shapely ass, pussy slit, and camel toe exposed to him and everyone, she gave George the eye while he watched her every, strip teasing move. Then, turning to face everyone, as if she was alone in her bedroom undressing for bed, she pulled her shirt over her head and off to reveal her matching light, blue bra.

She looked so sexy in her panty and bra. Women always look better in their underwear than they do naked. She deposited her jeans and shirt on the coffee table and returned to making drinks. With all eyes upon Joan's underwear clad, shapely body, not wasting any time in obeying Darryl's instruction, Jeff, George, and John had already undressed and were standing there in their underwear with their clothes deposited on the coffee table.

All three men had noticeable erections, not full erections but enough for anyone to know that they were sexually aroused by being forced to undress in front of their friends' wives and in the way that Joan was forced to strip in front of them. In the way that Joan had already stripped down to her bra and panty, no doubt the three men were filled with the anticipated, sexual excitement that Anne and Christine would soon be undressing in front of them too. Seemingly not wanting to miss anything, in between stealing peeks at Joan's sexy body, the three men stared over at Anne and Christine.

"You're next," said Darryl pointing his gun at Anne and Christine.

Immediately the women stood to remove their shirts, their sneakers, and their Jeans. Now with everyone in their underwear but for Darryl, Larry, and Larry, the party was ready to begin.

"We need some music," said Darryl waving the gun at Jeff. 

Jeff turned on the stereo.

"Joan," said Darryl pushing everything from the coffee table to the floor with one swipe of his arm. "You look like a dancer with those long, shapely legs and that tight, little ass. Get up on the table and give us a dance."

Joan stepped on the coffee table barefoot. The coffee table was one of those heavy tables made from big, pine logs and finished with lacquer. She started dancing to the music as soon as she stood on the table.

"Now, as you're dancing to the music, I want you to give us a slow, seductive, striptease show," said Darryl. "I want you to slowly remove your bra and seductively remove your panties. I want you to strip naked. I want you to expose your huge tits, your brown pussy, and your beautiful, naked ass to the husbands of your friends."

Seemingly with the fun now over, immediately Joan stopped dancing. Obviously feeling the embarrassment that she failed to feel before when stripped down to her underwear, she folded her arms across her bra clad breasts. If one was to read her body language, with each hand on opposite shoulders, in the way that her forearms were crossed across her bra clad chest and made the letter X, obviously she wasn't about to strip naked. Seemingly her body language was her no verbal no.

"Don't do this," said Jeff. "I beg you. Please don't do this. Please don't embarrass my wife any more than you have already."

Darryl gave out a loud laugh.

"Don't worry Jeff," said Darryl. "You'll all have your turn to get naked. Besides, Joan was having fun dancing. Now, get naked Joan."

Not needing anymore bullied intimidation, while staring at Darryl before giving George a long, sexy look, Joan reached around behind her and unhooked her bra. Removing one slow bra strap at a time, she slowly removed each bra cup one at a time. As if she was a sexy stripper on stage, she slowly removed her bra to reveal her huge breasts. 

Not cowering, Joan didn't make any attempt to cover her nakedness. Unembarrassed, unashamed, and immodestly immoral with her arms by her side, she stood there topless as if giving the husbands of her friends the chance to digest seeing her massive D cup breasts. Then, without further coercion or encouragement from Darryl, she inserted her fingers in her panty band to slowly ease down and step out of her panties. As if tossing her panties to admiring men in the crowd, she tossed her panties on the coffee table to reveal her brown, trimmed fur to everyone.

She was naked. Joan was naked. Jeff's wife, Joan, was naked in front of her friends Anne, George, Christine, and John as well as three strange men, Darryl his supposed brother Larry and his other brother Larry.

"Damn, Joan has big tits," said Darryl laughing. "Would you look at those giant knockers? What are those Double D's?" 

"They're D's. I'm a D cup," said Joan looking down at her exposed breasts while giving George a look. "Actually, I haven't measured myself for a new bra in a while, I may be a double D," she said while giving a sexy laugh and George a long look.

As if he's never seen tits before, George never removed his eyes from Joan's huge breasts. As if on cue from the sexual heat of George's lustful stare, when she turned to George to acknowledge him staring at her, her nipples immediately became erect.

"You have huge nipples too. Impressive," said Darryl. "You're next," he said pointing his gun to Christine. "Strip!"

Christine stood from her seated position but didn't stand up on the coffee table in the way that Joan did, even after Joan stepped down from her perch on the coffee table and took her seat on the couch. Jeff stared at her as if he was hypnotized by her underwear clad body. Christine pushed her panties down and stepped out of them to reveal her trim, blonde pussy. Not giving the men much of a slow striptease, she removed her padded bra to reveal her shapely B cup breasts. Jeff continued staring at Christin as is mesmerized by her naked, sexy body.

Following the lead of her friends, Anne, a short, sexy redhead, was next to stand and strip naked. Giving the men more of a slow striptease show, in the way that Joan did, she removed her bra to show the men her shapely, C cup breasts. Then, as if there was a drumroll and stripper music accompanying her, she pulled down her panties to reveal her bushy, red pussy.

"Very cute. You have a cute, little body," said Darryl to Anne. "Now for the men. Let's show all of the women what you're packing. Get naked," he said.

Immediately, Jeff, George, and John stood and stripped off their underwear. Once naked, they sat back down next to their naked wives.

"Now that you're all naked, let's take this a step further," said Darryl.

Jeff stood from his seated position and put a hand in front of him to cover his cock and testicles.

"This has gone far enough," said Jeff. "This needs to stop and you need to go."

As if bored by Jeff's bravado, Darryl rolled his eyes and motioned with his gun for Jeff to sit.

To be continued...

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Fright Night-Forced Swinging Sex 02



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Darryl forces Jeff and Joan, George and Anne, and John and Christine to play a sexy game.

"Now that you're all naked, let's take this a step further," said Darryl looking from Joan's D cup breasts to stare at Christine's B cup and breasts before ogling Anne's C cup breasts.

Jeff stood from his seated position and put a hand in front of him to cover his naked, semi-erect cock and exposed pubic hair and testicles.

"This has gone far enough," said Jeff. "This needs to stop and you need to go. You have all of our valuables and the keys to my new truck, just leave."

As if bored by Jeff's bravado, Darryl rolled his eyes and motioned nonchalantly with his gun for Jeff to sit.

"As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted," said Darryl with a laugh after giving Jeff a warning glare. "Now that you're all naked, let's play a game, a sexy, adult game," he said looking at every naked one. "Let's pretend that all of you are single and none of you are married," he said looking around the room from one to the other. "How does that sound so far?" He looked from one naked couple to the other naked couple. "Doesn't that sound like fun?"

Once again, Jeff interrupted him.

"Please don't do this," said Jeff looking over at his naked wife, Joan, before looking over at his friend, John and his naked wife, Christine, who was sitting there next to George's wife, Anne, who was naked also. "It's one thing to force us to strip naked but if it's your intention for us to break our marriage vows by having sex with one another, that's just wrong. That's just nasty. After you're gone, that's something we all must live with and deal with for the rest of our lives."

Darryl gave Jeff a hard look that made him stop talking.

"Duly noted," said Darryl. "Are you done?"

With his gun still in hand, he crossed his arms and smiled at Jeff.

"Yes," said Jeff.

Jeff looked at his wife and his friends seemingly with as much fear as he was looking at them with sexual excitement. Certainly, just as every man there was handsome, every woman there was attractive. Especially with everyone sitting there naked, with pheromones permeating the air, the sexual hormones were bouncing off the wall.

"In a perfect world," said Darryl looking from one naked person to another naked person. "If you could pick the one person to sexually be with right now while limiting your selection to those who are in this room, and except for choosing your own husband or your own wife, of course, who would you choose? Your preferred selection doesn't have to be a lifelong commitment, just a roll in the hay and a onetime suck and fuck type of thing. C'mon, don't be shy," said Darryl looking from one couple to the other again. "If you could pick one person to live out your sexual fantasy, who would that person be?"

Everyone remained quiet. The women stared at the floor while the men stared at the women. With the sexual tension that suddenly permeated the air palpable, seemingly everyone was curious who the other would pick. Certainly, after being friends for ten years and sexually faithful to their spouses while, no doubt, lusting over one another, they all knew who they would want to be with sexually if they could. And now, delivered to them in this serendipitous home invasion, here was their chance to live out their sexual fantasy with their friends and neighbors only, morally, as God fearing Christians, they couldn't cross that line.

One would think, with the three couples already naked that they would lose their modesty with their clothes. Only, seemingly everyone tried their best to control their sexual urges by not giving into them by not making eye contact with one another and by not making their obvious selections to swap partners. With the men obviously already making their selections by their lustful stares, the women played it coyly innocent.

Whether it was the guilt, the embarrassment, or the shame, it was up to Darryl to force them to sexually do what they all wanted to sexually do but were unable to do because of all of the Puritanical conventions put upon them to act morally right. As long as Darryl held the gun and forced them to have sex with one another, they were free from the guilt of cheating on their spouses. Technically, with the sex out in the open and with no lying and cheating involved, it's not adultery if they're forced to have sex with one another's spouses and if all of their friends are forced to do the same.

"Allow me to rephrase my question," said Darryl seemingly enjoying playing this impromptu, adult, sexual game. "If you could kiss someone, really kiss someone, French kiss someone while feeling their naked body, who would that person be?" He looked around the room while waiting for someone to answer. "It's just a kiss, one innocent, little kiss." When no one responded, he continued baiting them, teasing them, and enticing them. "Taking this a step further, if you could suck and fuck or lick and fuck one person who was now in this room, who would that person be?"

Still no one talked. Something that they would carry with them for the rest of their lives and that may interfere with their continued friendship, no one confessed their attraction to someone else's husband or wife. The women still stared at the floor while the men still ogled the women. A telling sign, the men's cocks were all just as erect as were the women's nipples. Unable to use the excuse that their nipples were erect because they were cold, with the fireplace blazing a fire and with it the middle of summer, it certainly wasn't cold in the room. If anything the air temperature along with the sexual heat was hot, really hot.

"By the way, while you couldn't help looking at one another, I made my observations. You've already revealed to me the ones you want. I already know who wants who," said Darryl looking from one to the other while laughing. "I'd have to be a fool not to see your sexual interest in one another."

Jeff looked from his naked wife to look at the naked wives of his naked friends before staring over at Christine.

"Please don't do this," said Jeff looking back to Christine before staring at Darryl. "You'll ruin our lives."

Darryl watched Jeff staring at Christine before responding.

"Do what? Ruin your lives? If anything, I'm enhancing your lives by allowing you to see, touch, feel, and experience what else is out there sexually."

Darryl smiled his arrogance.

"You're such an asshole to force us all to do something that is against our religious believes," said Jeff taking the high road.

Jeff looked at Darryl with trepidation.

"Giving you my permission not to be Christians for one day, if anything, as my parting gift to you for your generosity and hospitality, I'm doing you all a favor. I'm allowing you all to live out your sexual fantasies," said Darryl with a sexy laugh. "If anything, I'm allowing you to experience the way that Jim and Tammy Faye Bakker lived. I'm allow you to experience the way that Joel and Victoria Osteen, no doubt, live their private, personal lives every day," he said with a loud laugh.

With his true emotions contradicting how he felt, Jeff looked horrified yet sexually excited at the same time.

"My wife is my sexual fantasy," said Jeff looking at Joan who smiled back at him while he was obviously lying.

Darryl let out another big laugh.

"Certainly with Joan's huge jugs I can see how she'd be your and many men's sexual fantasy but in the way you've been staring at Christine's tits, ass, and pussy, I hardly think so. Christine is your sexual fantasy," said Darryl. "You go sit with Christine, Jeff, and John, you come sit next to Anne. George take your place with Joan," said Darryl. "See? This isn't so horrible after all. You're all sitting next to the person you've been sexually fantasizing over for years," said Darryl.

As if he was a matchmaker, Darryl looked at the three couples satisfied that they were with the right partners.

"We have not been sexually fantasizing over one another," said the three women in soft, guilt filled voices almost in unison that betrayed how they really felt. 

The women didn't look at one another or even at their husbands. Instead, when not looking down at the floor, they looked up at Darryl.

"I don't sexually fantasize over anyone but my husband," said Christine.

She folded her arms across her breasts while staring down at Jeff's erect cock.

"Me too," said Anne.

Unable to help herself from looking, Anne stared down at John's erect prick.

"Prove it then," said Darryl. "Prove to me that you're not sexually attracted to one another.

Darryl looked from Jeff sitting next to Christine to look at Anne sitting next to John and to George sitting next to Joan.

"How can we possibly prove that we're not sexually lusting over one another to you? We're just all good friends," said Joan twirling her brown hair with her fingers.

As if already bored with his little, sexual experiment, Darryl rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Sexual lust is easy to prove Joan," said Darryl looking from Joan to George. "Shall I show you?" Darryl asked his rhetorical question while looking at Joan before looking to George.

Darryl gave Joan a look of whimsy.

"You can't prove what's not there," said Joan as if daring Darryl to prove that she was sexually attracted to George.

As if she was about to steal something in a store, Joan returned Darryl's whimsical look with her expression of the forbidden compliance.

"Kiss Joan, George. Really kiss her. Part her lips with your tongue and French kiss her. Allow George to kiss you, Joan, really kiss you. Surrender him your tongue. Let me see you make out, really make out with one another while touching and feeling one another," said Darryl.

George looked from Joan to look at Darryl before looking at Jeff. Jeff gave his friend a go ahead nod. Then, when George looked at Joan, she gave him an it's okay shrug. With Darryl telling him to kiss Joan, a woman he's obviously sexually lusted over for years, if judging his sexual attraction to her by his erection, George looked as uncomfortable as he was sexually excited. With Darryl encouraging him to kiss her, and with Jeff giving George the go ahead nod to kiss his wife, while Joan gave him the go ahead shrug that she seemingly didn't mind if he kissed her, obviously George and Joan would soon be kissing.

George leaned into Joan and kissed her. Nothing more than a peck at first, then when he parted her lips with his tongue, Joan not only allowed him to French kiss her but also she returned his French kiss with her French kiss. In view of Joan's husband, Jeff, and George's wife, Anne, George and Joan kissed as if they were married and/or as if they were lovers.

They kissed as if there was no one else where with them and they were alone in the room. Perhaps they had kissed before but seemingly, they kissed as if this wasn't the first time kissing one another. They kissed as if they were on their Honeymoon. They kissed as if they had picked one another in a bar after a late night of drinking and were sexually warming up and preparing to have sex. Definitely, their kiss wasn't just a kiss. Absolutely, their kiss was so much more than just a kiss.

Obeying Darryl while Jeff watched George groping his wife's huge D cup breasts, George felt Joan's breasts and fingered her erect nipples while kissing and kissing her. Feeling one big breast while fingering her nipple, he switched off to feel her other big breast and to finger her other nipple. Kissing and kissing one another, they made out like two, horny teenagers in the backseat of a car on prom night. With George and Joan French kissing one another, and with the other two couples watching them lead the way, the atmosphere in the room turned from fear, to reluctance, and to sexual excitement. While everyone watched Joan and George making out, as if they were all watching a sex scene from an adult film, there was total silence.

With them all being such good, close friends, if it wasn't sexually exciting enough to see them all strip down to their underwear, it was even more sexually exciting to see them strip naked. With one friend looking at the other friend's naked body, no one seemed embarrassed or ashamed to show their friends what they looked like without their clothes. Now, with George making out with Joan and with Joan returning George's passion, while he felt her huge tits and fingered her big nipples, watching them making out with one another was what was needed to get the rest of them sexually aroused. It was one thing to strip down to their underwear and quite another thing for them all to strip naked. Now, for the distinct possibility that they'd all be having sex soon, the room was heating up hotter than the fireplace.

"And you Joan," said Darryl as if he was a movie director directing a sex scene while watching George kissing her, feeling her breasts, and fingering her nipples. "Wrap your hand around George's cock while he's kissing you and feeling you," said Darryl. Not done directing his scene, Darryl turned to Jeff with a shit eating grin. "You don't mind if your wife feels another man's prick while they French kiss and he feels her breasts and fingers her nipples, do you?"

Jeff looked up at Darryl and sighed.

"What choice do I have?"

Darryl smiled his arrogant and annoying smile.

"We all always have choices. You can always say no," said Darryl with a laugh. "Saying no won't stop Joan from feeling George's prick but it may make you feel better to voice your disapproval."

Jeff looked from Darryl to look down at his wife with his friend.

"No," he said. "I don't want my wife feeling George's cock while he feels her tits, fingers her nipples, and French kisses her."

Darryl smiled his hideous smile again.

"There. Even though it won't change us all from having some sexy fun with one another, don't you feel better after voicing your disapproval, Jeff?

Jeff shrugged his discontent.

"Now Joan, I want to watch you finger the head of George's dick before slowly stroking his erect prick. I want to see how hard you can make Anne's husband," said Darryl while watching Joan and George kiss.

Reluctantly at first, but when George kissed her and felt her breasts while pulling, turning, and twisting her nipples, Joan dropped her hand to George's stiff prick. Touching and toying with his cock with her manicured index finger first, she fondled the head of his cock with her index finger and thumb before wrapping her hand around his erect prick and slowly stroking him. The faster Joan stroked him, the deeper George kissed her while pulling, turning, and twisting her nipples. Unbelievably, Joan was giving George a hand job. Her neighbor and her longtime friend, it was surreal to watch Joan making out with George while stroking his cock as he felt her huge tits and fingered her big nipples.

"Get your tongue in there while feeling her big tits and fingering her nipples, George. Let's see those nipples pop," said Darryl.

The deeper George kissed her and the more that he pulled, turned, and twisted her nipples, the faster she stroked his stiff prick. Then, suddenly, as if steam blowing the lid off of a kettle, Joan broke off the kiss to sit up straight.

"There," said Joan breathless and flushed. "Are you happy now? I told you that we're not sexually attracted to one another. It was just a kiss among friends and nothing more than that."

Darryl laughed at the ridiculousness of her claim that they weren't sexually attracted to one another.

"I'd more believe that your kiss wasn't anything sexual if George didn't have such a huge erection and if your nipples weren't so erect Joan. I bet if I stuck a hand between your legs, you'd be wet," said Darryl.

Darryl let out another big laugh.

"Don't. Please don't," said Joan putting one hand to her lap while gluing her knees together and covering her naked breasts with her other hand and forearm. "Okay, I'm wet," she admitted with obvious shame and embarrassment while looking down at her hand in her lap. "I'm really wet," she said looking from Darryl to look at George with sexual excitement, before looking at her friend Anne with shame and before looking at her husband with embarrassment. "Sorry Honey," she said to Jeff. "Please forgive me. I couldn't help from getting sexually excited. George kissed me, fondled my breasts, and fingered my nipples in the way that you used to do but haven't done in so very long."

Darryl looked over at Jeff who stared at his wife with jealousy and possessiveness, but with obvious sexual excitement.

"So, tell me Jeff, how do you feel about your wife French kissing another man? How do you feel about another man feeling your wife's big tits while fingering her nipples? How do you feel about your wife feeling another man's prick in her hand while stroking him? Is this the first time Joan has given anyone a hand job other than you?"

Jeff gave Darryl an icy stare. If looks could kill, Darryl would be dead.

"Stop," said Jeff. "Just fucking stop being such an asshole."

Darryl smiled at Jeff.

"Stop? I can't stop now. We've just only begun. I'm just getting started," said Darryl with an annoyingly loud laugh. "Your wife stroked George, Jeff. Joan stroked his cock while he felt her tits, fingered her nipples, and French kissed your wife," said Darryl pausing to watch Jeff's reaction. "Does that bother you that George felt Joan's tits and fingered her nipples? How do you feel about George feeling your wife's tits and nipples while Joan stroked his cock?"

Jeff gave Darryl another heated look.

"Please stop," said Jeff.

He looked at his wife with a mixture of disappointment and sexual arousal.

"Did you see the erection that Joan gave George? And Joan willingly admitted that George not only got her hot and bothered but wet too?" He turned to Jeff. "I bet you two will be having some hot, pillow talk tonight, huh?"

Darryl laughed while Jeff looked at Darryl as if he wanted to punch him.

"Fuck you," said Jeff. "I don't like my wife sitting there naked. I don't like you and your supposed brothers ogling my wife's naked body. I don't like her kissing another man while he feels her tits and she strokes his prick but you have the gun," said Jeff. "You're the one calling all of the shots. You're just lucky I don't have my gun."

Darryl nodded his head.

"Well, I'll tell you what Jeff," said Darryl. "This is your chance to get even with Joan and give your wife a taste of her own medicine. Give Christine a big, wet kiss while feeling her tits and fingering her nipples. And you, Christine, wrap your hand around Jeff's cock while he's kissing you, feeling your tits, and fingering your nipples. Slowly stroke him as if he's your husband. You don't mind if your wife kisses another man while stroking his cock do you, John? You don't mind Jeff feeling your wife's tits and fingering her nipples, do you?"

Darryl looked at John staring at his wife with Jeff.

"Of course I mind, but there's nothing that I can do to stop that from happening," said John with a shrug while staring at his naked wife who was about to kiss Jeff, his naked neighbor and friend. "Besides, you're right about us. Just as Christine has always had a thing for Jeff, I'm not embarrassed to admit that I've always been sexually attracted to Anne," said John looking over at Anne before staring at her big tits.

While under the watchful eye of Darryl, the two Larry's, and the other two couples, Jeff and Christine kissed, French kissed. He felt her tits while she slowly stroked his prick. Kissing and kissing, they made out as if they were dating. They touched, felt, and explored one another's bodies as if they were lovers instead of neighbors and friends. When they broke off their kiss, Darryl turned his attention to the last couple.




Fright Night-Forced Swinging Sex 02



"Now it's your turn," said Darryl looking to Anne and John.

In the way that George had kissed Joan and Jeff had kissed Christine, John turned to Anne and kissed her, really kissed her, French kissed her while feeling her C cup breasts and fingering her nipples. Not needing any encouragement in the way that Joan needed, Anne returned the sexual favor by wrapping her hand around his erect prick and stroking him to an even harder erection. When they broke off the kiss, they looked at one another with sexual lust. They looked at one another with love. They looked at one another with sexual lust. They looked at one another as if they wanted to have sex. As soon as they broke off the kiss, Anne was flushed and John was breathless.

"See? It's just a kiss," said John looking from Darryl to Anne before looking back at Darryl.

John looked from Darryl to look at his wife Christine before staring at Anne's naked body while Anne looked at her husband, George.

"Just a kiss my ass. Look at you. You're all sexually excited. All you guys have huge erections and all you women have erect nipples and wet pussies," said Darryl with a long look at everyone and a pensive pause before speaking again. "I'm willing to bet you that, if I ordered the women to suck your cocks, they would," said Darryl waving his gun.

Jeff looked at his wife horrified before looking at Christine with sexual excitement.

"Please don't," said Jeff.

As if it was a B rated porn movie, the women looked shocked, albeit sexually aroused, while the men couldn't control their sexual excitement.

"I'd do anything for you not to hurt us," said Joan looking up at Darryl so innocently and while giving George the sexy eye.

Still holding his cock in her hand, Joan looked from Darryl to stare down at George's erect prick.

"Me too," said Christine altruistically. "I'd do anything to keep us all safe, even sucking another man's prick," she said fluffing her blonde hair with her hand as if getting ready to pose for a magazine photo shoot.

Christine looked from Darryl to stare down at Jeff's erect prick.

"I'd suck your cock," said Anne staring up at John. "I'd suck his cock," said Anne to Darryl this time. "Definitely, I'd blow him."

She looked from Darryl to stare down at John's cock again.

"Must they cum in our mouths?

Joan asked the question for all the women while Anne and Christine looked to Darryl for the answer.

"Duh? Of course they must cum in your mouths," he said looking from Joan to look at Anne and then Christine. "It wouldn't be much of a blowjob if they didn't cum in your mouths. Not only must they cum in your mouths but also you must swallow their cum too," said Darryl.

Joan looked from Darryl to look at Christine before looking at Anne.

"Okay," said Anne while Joan and Christine nodded their agreement.

Darry looked at the ladies and shrugged.

"Well, what are you ladies waiting for, an engraved invitation? Let's see some cock sucking, head bobbing, sexual action. Joan, you suck George's cock, you suck Jeff's cock Christine, and you suck John's cock Anne," said Darryl. "Ready? Go."

Immediately the three women took the men's cocks in their hands before moving their heads to their laps and taking their stiff pricks in their mouths. Bobbing their heads up and down as if they were bobbing for apples at Halloween, the three women going down on three men looked like a pie eating contest. As if rehearsed in advance, George put a hand to the back of Joan's brunette head, Jeff put a hand to the back of Christine's blonde head, and John put a hand to the back of Anne's red head.

Humping their heads, the three men fucked the mouths of the three women. As if this was a wife swapping, swingers' party, the three women attacked the three men's cock as if they've never had a cock in their mouths before but always wanted to suck cock. The three women attacked the three men's cocks as if they've been dying to suck them.

Joan was really sucking George while making all of those slurping sounds that men love to hear to show that the woman is enjoying sucking his cock as much as he's enjoying having his cock sucked. Bobbing her head up and down while moving her head from side to side, Christine sucked Jeff while staring up at him with her big, blue eyes. Deep throating John, Anne took all of him in her mouth while staring up at him with her beautiful, jewel like green eyes.

It was no surprise when John was first to explode his cum in Anne's mouth. As soon as Anne swallowed another man's load, George ejaculated in Joan's willing mouth. Last, seemingly holding himself back but obviously unable to control the sexual urge to ejaculate his sexual lust for Christine, Jeff shot a huge load of cum in Christine's mouth. With all three women blowing men who weren't their husbands and all three men cumming in women's mouths who weren't their wives, all three women swallowed the men's cum.

"Well, now that the women sucked you, it's only fair to return the favor. Jeff, you eat Christine's pussy, while you, George, licks Joan's pussy, and you, John, give Anne an oral orgasm," ordered Darryl.

Immediately the three men moved between the women's legs. Fingering while licking them and reaching their hand up to feel their tits and finger their nipples, they had the women squirming in no time. 

"Oh, Jeff, lick my pussy, lick it," said Christine grabbing two handfuls of his hair and mashing his face in her wet cunt.

As if it was a cream pie eating contest, Christine was the first to cum.

George seemingly was enjoying eating Joan. Licking her while fingering her as he reached up his hand to fondle her tits and finger her nipples, he had her wiggling her ass in sexual enjoyment in no time.

"I've been waiting for this moment for years," said Joan. "Lick me George. Lick me. As if your finger is your cock, stick your finger deeper inside of me while licking my clit." Obediently George impaled Joan's wet pussy with his stiff finger while licking her and licking her. "Oh, my God, I'm going to cum."

Immediately after Joan had an orgasm, Anne would soon scream her sexual pleasure too from John eating her pussy in the way that Jeff had eaten Christine's pussy and George had eaten Joan's pussy.

"Don't stop. Please don't stop licking me and fucking me with your finger. I'm going to cum," said Anne screaming. "Oh, my God, John. Oh, my God. Lick me. Lick me. Please don't stop licking me. I'm cumming. I'm cumming."

Basking in the afterglow of sex, all three women kissed their lovers' faces that were covered with their vaginal secretions while the men felt their tits and fingered their nipples.

"Now that they've sucked you and you've licked them, it's time to make love to the women that you really love and have lusted over when not with your wives," said Darryl with a dirty laugh. "Get down upon the floor to show your woman what you really, sexually think of her."

All three couples moved to the floor.

"Asshole," said Jeff.

Immediately, Christine reached her arms out for Jeff.

"Never mind him. Make love to me, Jeff. I need to feel you inside of me," said Christine while allowing Jeff to mount her. "Bury your cock inside of me."

George looked up at Darryl with a big smile on his face.

"Thank you," said George.

Joan moved to her back and spread her legs.

"Fuck me, George. Make me cum with your cock in the way you made me cum with your tongue," said Joan reaching her hand between her legs to guide George's hard prick inside of her wet pussy.

As if God was there looking down at him, John looked up to the ceiling with his hands together.

"Thank you Jesus," said John.

Anne pulled John down by his arm.

"Your prayers have been answered. Now, make love to me," said Anne. "Then, after you make love to me, I want you to fuck me, really fuck me hard. I want you to pound my pussy hard enough to make me cum again."

Jeff made love to Christine before fucking Christine. George made love to Joan before fucking Joan. John made love to Anne before fucking Anne. After giving the three women orgasms with their fingers and with their mouths, they gave them a second orgasm with their cocks. With the women no longer able to get pregnant, after ejaculating the first load of cum in their mouths, the men ejaculated a second load of cum inside of their cunts.

Now every year, four times a year, Jeff, Joan, George, Anne, John, and Christine return to the cabin. Only, they don't go there to hike, to hunt, to fish, or to go camping. They go there to have sex. They go there to suck, lick, and fuck. With the three couples swapping partners, they've become swingers' albeit monogamous swingers within their six member group.

Only, one autumn day, history has a habit of repeating itself. While Jeff left the front door to his cabin unlocked again and the three men let their guard down while having sex with one another's wives, with guns drawn, Darryl reappeared with his two brothers, Larry and Larry.

To be continued...

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Fright Night.  What Scares You?



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Couple uses Halloween to scare one another. 

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"It's Halloween night, fright night, Roger. Let's do something scary," said Anne to her boyfriend with a foreboding look.

"Scary? You can't scare me, Anne. Been there, done that, I've seen it all and experienced it all. I've been a cop too long to be scared," said Roger waving a hand of disinterest with his usual comportment of arrogant smugness, before giving her his customary little laugh.

"Ha! You don't think you can be scared? You don't think I can scare you? I can scare you," said Anne nodding her blonde head.

"Besides, you know games aren't my thing, never have been. Action is. Give me some action, Anne. Let's have sex, baby," he said wrapping an arm around Anne's slender waist and following her curvy lines, before reaching around to cup her sweet ass with one hand and feel her ample breast with the other.

"No, I want to make you scream like a girl first," she said with a laugh, while pushing him away.

"If what you want to do is scream, baby, I can make you scream," he said in his best Barry White voice and, pulling her close again to give her a kiss, a grope and a feel. "Let's get it on."

"No," said Anne pushing him away with two hands pressed hard against his muscular chest. "In honor of the Halloween holiday, I want to do something different, instead of just going to bed and having sex. We don't go anywhere. We don't do anything. All we do is screw."

"That's not true, Anne, and you know it. Most times you just blow me."

"You're a real comedian, Roger," she said giving him the fisheye. "Just this once, I want to have some Halloween holiday fun. Just once, without you being so God almighty and acting as if you know it all, done it all, and been through it all, I'd like to scare the bejesus out of you," she said with a laugh.

"I already told you, Anne. I don't scare. Sorry," said Roger with tiredness and giving her a deadpan stare, as if sizing up a suspect on the street. "When I can stand over a dead, bloodied body eating a jelly donut or a hot dog with everything on it without puking, I've already passed the not able to scare test. Too damn desensitized, I'm numb from the years of seeing really scary things."

"Scary things? Ha! You haven't seen scary stuff until you work as a social worker in the Department of Welfare and Human Services and a mother comes in with her three, small, sick children with no job, no money, no food, and no place to live," said Anne with a satisfied smile. "Now that's scary."

"Okay, I'll play your silly game," said Roger making eye contact with his sexy girlfriend. "And you ain't seen scary, until you come across a prostitute beaten to a bloodied pulp and dumped in a dumpster, multiple dumpsters," said Roger raising the stakes. "Now that's scary, that is, to anyone other than me. I've seen that kind of horror lots of times before."

"That's pretty scary but, unfortunately, I can beat that," said Anne without the sensitivity and innocence she once had, when she took the job as social worker for the Department of Social Services, right out of college, ten years ago.

She looked at Roger with a faraway look once only reserved for soldiers coming home from war but now a look that included traumatized police officers, social workers, doctors, nurses, EMTs, and all the others who deal with accidents, illnesses, and death on a daily basis.

"Go ahead, give it your best shot, Anne. I'm ready," said Roger. "Scare me."

"You haven't seen scary, until you visit a client's home and see roaches everywhere, a rat in the crib eating a crying baby, and another toddler laying face down dead in dirty bathtub water. You haven't seen scary, until you see a mother foaming at the mouth, her eyes rolled back in her head, and here dead from an overdosed of heroin. Seeing all of that is one thing, but trying to pick up the pieces to help her survivors is another, especially when the state is cutting our budget. Now, that's some scary shit."

"Okay, I admit, we've both been desensitized from seeing some scary shit, but the fact remains that you can't scare me," said Roger with a shrug, while remaining steadfastly persistent in his claim of not being able to be frightened.

"Oh, yeah?" Anne looked at her boyfriend with insight. "I can scare you. I can scare the shit right out of you. I can scare you senseless. I can make you cry, you'd be so scared."

"Oh, yeah. Unlike you, Anne, I don't take my work home with me. Unlike you, I don't get emotionally involved with my victims and perpetrators in the way you do with your clients taking them in your home and giving them food and a place to sleep for the night. Unlike how you treat your job as a religious calling, my job is just a job and nothing more than a Lieutenant's paycheck."

"Liar. I've seen you worry over so victim. I've seen that look of concerned horror on your face more than once," said Anne.

"Concerned horror? Yeah, sure, I admit that I'm physically and mentally drained, but when I come home, I close my front door and leave the world behind. I turn on the TV, flop on the couch with a beer, and file all the day's activities away, until the next day, when I put on my badge and holster my gun. Sorry, Anne, but you can't scare me."

"That's bullshit and you know it, Roger. I can scare you. You're just as emotionally invested and physiologically connected as am I. Who are you trying to kid? I've seen the looks of sadness on your face over something that happened during your shift."

"Okay, maybe I am a bit too connected to the victims. Who wouldn't be? I have to be to find their killers, give them justice, and allow them eternal peace. Yet, that doesn't mean that you can scare me. You can't."

"Oh, I can scare you, Mister, big, tough, He-Man of a police officer," said Anne smiling her confidence. "A soft touch, an easy mark, you'd be so easy to scare. When it comes to being scared, you're a pussy. You're my bitch."

"Bitch? I'm your bitch? I'm no one's bitch," said Roger with a laugh.

"Bitch," said Anne laughing, too.

"Well, if this is what it takes to have sex with you, if I must play this silly children's game first, before we fuck and before you suck, then give it your best shot. Go ahead and scare me, baby. Scare me," said Roger sitting down on the couch, folding his arms across his chest, and acting as if he was about to listen to another perpetrator's claim of innocence. "Go ahead. C'mon, I dare you. Scare me."

"Okay. So, Mister tough guy, you don't think that I can scare you. I'll scare you, alright," said Anne leaving the room and returning with a Ouija board. "Oh, yeah, big guy, get ready to be scared."

She put a fat, white candle down, set the game on the coffee table and opened the box, before sitting on the floor Indian style with her legs crossed.

"Oh, no. No Ouija boards. I hate those things," said Roger leaning back in his seat and waving his hands, as if trying to stop traffic.

"Look at you, Mister you can't scare me. You're already frightened over a silly child's game," said Anne with a laugh. "It's just a Ouija board, Roger."

"Kid's game my ass. That thing is evil. That thing is nothing but a porthole to the Devil," said Roger. "You never know what wicked creature you'll unleash with that thing by teasing the occult. I'll have no part of something that I can't shoot and kill. I'll have no part of something that I don't even know exists, when it's in the room and standing right behind me."

"Okay, then, let's forget about the Ouija game," said Anne reluctantly closing the box and moving the game to the side with a look of obvious misgivings. "I can scare you with just words," she said with less confidence, while sitting on the floor again, crossing her legs, and exposing her pink, bikini panties, when she pulled her long skirt up past her knees to sit, before fluffing it down.

"You're wearing your pink panties?"

"Yeah. So?" Perhaps because of the sexual high heat of Roger's stare, she smoothed her dress down against her thighs.

"I love your pink panties. They're my favorite panties. They make your ass look so perfect and your mound irresistible that I want to spank your ass and bite your pussy."

"Focus Roger, focus. Get your mind off my pink panties, off my perfect ass, and off my irresistible mound, so that I can scare you with my words."

"Words? Fat chance. You'd have to hold a gun to my head to scare me with just words. Unless your words include terrorist attack, or that my favorite bar is closed, or that my beloved Mustang was stolen, or that you'll no longer have sex with me, you can't scare me with mere words," said Roger with a laugh.

"I know just what to say to you that will scare you senseless," said Anne, now with confident assuredness.

"You do, huh? Go for it, then. I'm ready to be frightened," said Roger waving his hands over his head. "Woo! Spooky! It's Halloween. I'm so afraid of the dark. Trick or treat, go ahead and scare me silly. Make my day. Scare me, baby, scare me."

Anne stood to light the candle and to turn off the overhead living room light, before sitting down again, this time more lady like, so as not to flash her panties and distract Roger's attention. With the candle flame casting big, scary shadows against the darkened living room walls, the room immediate took on the ambience of a fortune teller's reading room. Especially with it being Halloween, anyone else but these two would have already been a little scared. Anyone else but these two would never agree to play such a game to be scared on Halloween night.

"Okay, this is your last chance to say no to being scared," said Anne with a laugh.

"Bring it," said Roger. "You can't scare me."

"Are you ready?"

"I'm ready. Go ahead and scare me," said Roger with seriousness and now looking, as if for the first time that he wanted to be scared, "I can't wait to be scared."

"Oh, I'll scare you alright, crybaby."

"Crybaby? That's it. Go ahead and scare me. I dare you to scare me. I double dare you. I can't wait to be scared. Only, I can't be scared. You can't scare me. I was, still am, and always will be a Marine and Marines don't scare," he said with a laugh, while pointing a finger at her, as if he was Jack Nicholson playing Colonel Nathan R. Jessep in the movie, A Few Good Men. "Nothing scares me. I don't scare."

"Okay, here we go," said Anne looking at her boyfriend sitting there so self-assured and smugly superior in his inability to be scared. "Here we go," she said rubbing her hands together, as if she already had goose bumps and was trying to keep warm. "You're a cop. You have instincts based on experience but have you ever had a hunch something was true and it was?"

"A hunch? Sure, lots of times. I have hunches every day, multiple times a day, just like the hunch that I'm having now that this Halloween fright night is not going to be scary but boring," he said with a laugh.

"Boring, huh? Close your eyes and think about those times you had hunches, while trying to solve a crime. Now, pick one, the best one, and hold that thought while you remember it and ponder it. Think back to that time and to those circumstances that gave you that hunch." 

"Okay, I have a specific hunch in mind."

"Isn't it a weirdly unsettling feeling, from seemingly out of nowhere, to have had that hunch and for that hunch to be right?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Now, go ahead and answer the question."

"What question?"

"Shh! The question that I haven't asked you yet because you interrupted me."

"Sorry."

"Have you ever had a feeling that something was about to happen and it did?"

"Yeah, of course. All the time. So?"

"Weird, huh? Instead of just unconsciously going with your intuition, think about it. What happened just before to make you feel that something was about to happen then? Why do you think you felt that whatever it was that happened would happen? Think back to the circumstances, before you felt that feeling that something was about to happen. What happened then that made you feel that something was going to happen later?"

"I dunno, much like a hunch, it was just a feeling, a sense of things to come and to happen, no doubt, from experience being on the job for so long."

"Do you believe in reincarnation?"

"Reincarnation? What the Hell does reincarnation have to do with hunches and/or with you trying to scare me?"

"Just answer the question, Roger. Do you believe in reincarnation?"

"Life after death? No, of course not."

"Then, you don't think you lived before in a past life?"

"Me living a past life? No, of course not. This, right here, right now, is my only life and I plan to grab it with all the gusto I have."

"Take a moment to think about it, ponder it, and consider it. Maybe you were reincarnated and don't even know. Maybe you lived before and that's why you have hunches and feelings of things that happen, before they happen, because you've already experienced them."

"That's all bullshit. It's just a hunch and a feeling," said Roger with a self satisfied smile, before giving his girlfriend a look, as if she was just another suspect lying to him. "So, is this your idea of scaring me? Newsflash, I'm not scared."

"If only for just a moment, Roger, imagine that you were reincarnated and lived before."

"Okay. Why?"

"Don't question it, Roger, just consider it. Compared to infinite space and eons of time, we are only here but for a mere second. As I truly believe that everyone has been reincarnated, in living through our life's journey, what you can sort out now about what happened to you in your past will help you with what will happen later in your future. Only you know the answers, Roger. Only you can solve your life's mystery."

"Yeah, well, maybe your scare tactic would work on someone who wanted to solve their life's mystery and on someone who believed they were reincarnated but I don't," said Roger. "You're still not scaring me, Anne."

"Have you ever had a nightmare so real you thought it was?"

"Nightmare? Yeah, sure, lots of times. I have lots of nightmares. This, right now, with your trying to scare me and us not in bed humping and sweating, is my worst nightmare."

"Other than the nightmare you seem to be having now, can you describe one of your nightmares to me one?"

"Okay but, to be honest, my nightmares are more sexual fantasies than nightmares. They all involve you dancing around a stripper's pole and stripping naked in front of me and my friends, before we gangbang you."

"C'mon, Roger, be serious."

"Okay, sorry, but I was being serious," said Roger with a dirty laugh.

"Let me tell you something, Buster, I'm not that kind of girl," said Anne getting up on her high horse. "I'm no one's whore, you dig? The only time I'll be stripping naked and pulling a train is in your perverted dreams," said Anne pointing a stiff index finger and rolling her eyes. "I'm from Detroit. I'm no one's fool and no one's sucker." 

"Gees, Anne. Calm down. I was only making a joke."

"Now, I'll ask you again. Have you ever had a nightmare so real you thought it was?"

"Yes. Now that you mention it, I had a nightmare that I was shot and died."

"Really? Wow. No kidding."

Anne looked at her boyfriend with shocked horror.

"Yeah, I did."

"Did you awaken in cold sweats?"

"Yes. Glad to be alive. Happy that it was just a nightmare, I got up and peed, grabbed a beer and stayed up to zone out in front of the TV to watch sports, before watching the sex channel. I watched this beautiful, tall, busty blonde, who looked a lot like you, now that I remember her. She danced around a pole, stripped naked and then--"

"Roger!"

"What?"

"Getting back to your nightmare, were you able to go back to sleep?"

"Sleep? No, I told you already. I got up and peed, grabbed a beer and watched sports and then porn. I finally fell asleep on the couch."

"Don't you think it weirdly coincidental that you awakened at the exact moment to stay up to watch TV?"

"Coincidence? What's coincidental about that? I just had a nightmare and couldn't get back to sleep, is all."

"Tell me this, then. Were you afraid that there was someone or something there in the room with you?"

"Afraid? I always have my gun within reach," he said with a laugh. "Now that you mention it, not so much afraid, but I sensed there was someone or something there. Yeah, it was a little eerie and that unsettling feeling put me on edge enough to get up and look out the window."

"Sensing that there was someone there, you sensed it correct and your senses, much like animal instincts, were right."

"Okay, but you haven't told me something I don't already know and you're still not scaring me," said Roger with a big cheesy grin.

"Have you ever considered that what you experienced wasn't a nightmare, but something real that happened to you long ago and in another life?"

"You mean I died from a gunshot wound in another life?" Roger looked at his longtime girlfriend, as if seeing her in a different light and seeing her for the first time. "I never considered that, but now you have me wondering. Yeah, maybe, sure, that could have been. We don't know about stuff like that and may never know about stuff like that."

"What if you did die from a gunshot wound in a prior life? Doomed to relive the horror through your nightmares, consider that thought. Maybe, your brain saved some clues for you to identify who you were before, to allow you to make the connection to who you are now. Maybe being the detective that you are, your brain saved clues to who murdered you. Maybe you were born again to avenge yourself by finding your killer."

"Maybe you were my murderer," said Roger with a cheesy smile.

"The only way I'd kill you is with sex, Roger," said Anne.

"I'd died a happy man," said Roger with a wide smile. "Let's go to bed now with you trying to kill me with sex."

"Roger, c'mon. I'm trying to scare you."

"Okay. Go ahead and scare me."

"Maybe you were a woman in a past life."

"Definitely," said Roger with a laugh. "I think I was a woman in a past life. I've always had a thing for women. Now that I think about it, I've always been lesbian." 

"That's funny, Roger, only if you were lesbian, I'd think you'd eat my pussy more often."

"Yeah, well, if I was a woman in another life, I hope I was a woman with big tits. I like big tits."

"Anyone's big tits?" Anne shot him a hard look.

"Correction, I love your big tits, Anne. You have a great set of knockers."

"So, you're only with me because I have big breasts?"

"No, of course not. Don't be silly. You give great blowjobs, too."

"Asshole," said Anne throwing a pillow and hitting him in the head.

"By the way, I'm still not scared."

"Don't worry. You will be," she said. 

"I need for you to take this seriously to work, Roger. I need for you to relax, take a breath, and replay everything that happened to you in your nightmare. If you can recreate what happened in your conscious mind, your hidden memories of a past life may take you on a journey you never imagined possible. It may reveal a past life to you that you never knew you lived. Scary, huh?"

"Scary? No. Disconcerting a little, I admit. Yes."

"Then, let's continue. Have you ever had a weird dream you didn't understand?"

"Sure, lots of them."

"Was it a reoccurring dream?"

"Yes, I've had this reoccurring dream that I'm sitting in the living room with you on Halloween night and instead of us having sex, we're wasting our precious time together with you trying to fruitlessly scare me."

"Roger!"

"Okay, sorry. Please continue frightening me," said Roger with a laugh. "I'm starting to be so afraid."

"Have you ever had a nightmare you didn't understand?"




Fright Night.  What Scares You?



"You mean, like now?"

"Funny."

"Was it a reoccurring nightmare?"

"Let's hope not," said Roger. "Once is enough for me."

"Roger, c'mon, please?"

"Okay, okay."

"Maybe, these are more clues that go hand and hand with your dreams and nightmares. Take some time, even if you have to write nonsensical things on a pad. Close your eyes, relax, and, with pen in hand, allow your pen to wander across the page. Let your subconscious show you what it's thinking. Allow your subconscious to tell you what your soul wants."

"Okay, I can do that."

"Do some free writing and free drawing because you never know what that will stir up to the surface from your sub-conscious. Then, take some time to analyze what you dreamed or experienced in your nightmare by what you drew and/or wrote on the paper. What you discover now just may save your life later."

"Quick. Give me a pen and paper. You've stirred something up in my sub-conscious that I need to explore."

Anne handed Roger a pen and a pad and Roger busied himself sketching and writing, while Anne watched and patiently waited. 

"Let me see what you wrote. Let me see what you drew."

Roger showed her the pad. 

"By delving deep in my sub-conscious psyche, I allowed my hand to wander with my mind to reveal what my soul wants and my heart desires."

"Tits, ass, and pussy. You wrote, tits, ass and pussy," said Anne holding up the pad and giving him a look, as if he was a bad boy in class. "Tits! You drew tits? All you drew on the paper are tits. That's all that you have on your mind are tits?"

"No, not just anyone's tits. Your tits. And I don't only think of your tits. I think about your ass and your pussy, too. Only, I didn't know how to draw an ass and pussy, as well as I know how to draw tits. Perhaps, if you could strip naked and pose for me I could--"

"You're hopeless, Roger."

"You say that as if there's something wrong with that. I'm horny, Anne. I need to have sex with you. I need to make love to you. I need--"

"May I continue?"

"Please do, but make it fast. I really, really want to have sex with you." 

"Listen to your inner self because your subconscious thoughts are always trying to tell you something. They know something that your consciousness may not know. Don't forget that your brain records and stores everything you have ever experienced, every sound, every sight, every smell, every touch, and every taste. Everything you need to know about you is there locked away ready for you to uncover it, rediscover it, and decipher it. It's up to you to find the key and unlock the secrets of your past lives."

"So, reincarnation is all that you're trying to unsuccessfully scare me with? Is this all you have?"

"No, there's more and it would have been more frightening, had you not asked me to put away the Ouija board," said Anne with disconcertion. "If you're having these reoccurring dreams and these disturbing nightmares, then you may be one of the lost souls that have something more to accomplish, before they are allowed to end their journey with the finality of restful days and eternal peace. You need to find out what it is that you need to do, before it's too late and you can never unravel enough of it to discover it. Obviously, for you to be so disturbed by dreams and nightmares, your brain is trying to tell you something important that you need to know."

"Blah, blah. This trying to scare me is not working, Anne. Let's have sex."

"If you want sex, you have to allow me to finish scaring you or trying to scare you," said Anne with diminished hopefulness.

"Okay," said Roger with resignation.

"Have you ever had a psychic experience foretelling of coming events?"

"Strangely enough for me, but yes."

"Think back. What was the circumstances surrounding that psychic experience?"

"It only happens when I'm alone. It gives me the heebie jeebies when I do."

"When you talk about it now, do you still get the chills that you got then?"

"A little."

"Why do you think that is?"

"Dunno," said Roger with a uncaring shrug.

"Yeah, you were scared, but what else?"

"I really wasn't scared," said Roger making a face. "Unsettled more describes how I felt."

"You can't explain it, can you?"

"No one can," said Roger with confidence.

"A coincidence just doesn't cut it, does it? These are even more clues leading you to the answers that only you possess."

"Whatever you say, Anne, just so that we can finish this silly game of trying to scare me, so that we can have sex. With all the overtime I've been clocking, it's been more than a week, since we had sex. I need sex."

"Don't make the mistake of glossing over it. You must sit and analyze every psychic experience you ever had because what you learn now may help you later."

"Okay. I'll start a journal, as soon as I go home," said Roger rolling his eyes and sighing.

"Did you ever hear the expression that there is a reason for everything?"

"Of course."

"Well, there is a reason for everything and if you don't explore the reasons behind your psychic experiences now, they may continue to haunt you later in future lives."

"I'll make a note of that on my calendar," said Roger with a grin. "October 31st, explore the reasons behind my psychic experiences. Is that before or after we have sex?"

"Roger! Be serious," said Anne staring at her boyfriend for his patient obedience. "Have you ever had a psychic feeling of foreboding danger?"

"I wouldn't be much of a cop, if I didn't."

"Did you listen to the psychic feeling?"

"You call it psychic feelings and I call it my built-in street radar."

"Were you able to avoid the danger or did you walk right into it, even after suspecting that it was there waiting for you?"

"Duh? I called for backup. The men in blue were there within minutes."

"How do you feel about that now? If that psychic feeling happened again, would you be more apt to heed it?"

"Always. I'm a cop. You call them psychic feelings and I call them hunches. Making assessments based on my feelings and my police experience is what I do to survive, when out on the street, and how I solve cases, when I'm sitting behind my desk."

"If you have had these feelings, chances are that you were violated, assaulted, harmed or even murdered in another life. Chances are you knew your killer and chances are you are doomed to repeat what happened to you then, again in this life and in future lives, until, that is, you can figure out what you need to know."

"I guess that makes sense, more to you, than to me," he said under his breath.

"Be careful. Take care. Know who your friends are."

"I do. My fellow cops are my brothers," said Roger with confidence. "I'd trust any of them with my life and do every day."

"What is a revelation? Do you know?" Anne looked at him with love.

"Revelation? That's coincidental that you mention that. That's so funny. I just had a religious revelation?"

"You did?"

"Yeah, I suddenly saw you with your legs in the air and with you screaming, Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!"

"You're a funny guy, Roger, but I'm not talking about sex. I'm not talking about religion, the Book of Revelations, nor the Revelations to John. I'm not even talking about communication of knowledge to many by a divine or supernatural agency or am I?" Anne paused for effect.

"You lost me," said Roger with a disinterested shrug. "And, by the way, none of this is scaring me."

"I'm not talking about the last book of the New Testament that contains visionary descriptions of Heaven and depicts conflicts between good and evil and of the end of the world or maybe I am," said Anne persevering.

"Give me a clue. If not about religion, with all the religious connotations you're making, what in the Hell are you talking about, then?" 

"We all fight God's battle of good versus evil. We're all immersed in the struggle of God against the Devil. Whose side are you on and why? Think about it, just because, as a good Christian, you go to church every Sunday that does not make you a good person and a loyal soldier in the army of God. It's those things that you do before and after church that make you either the envoy of the Devil or the soldier of God," said Anne with the sudden look of a missionary or a cult member.

"Okay, now you're scaring me with all this talk about God, Christianity, and religion. Not so much scaring me personally, but you're making me nervous. Hoping you're not going to make me a human sacrifice, you're making me wonder if you're one of those religious zealots, who will stab me in my sleep because you think I'm the devil," said Roger with a laugh. "Don't tell me that you're born again." 

"Keep it up, Roger, and I'll have my mother come for a visit."

"Okay, okay, now you're really scaring me," he said with a laugh.

"Without having a defined and measured reason, supernatural is something that doesn't exist in nature. A supernatural phenomenon is that which is not subject to the explanation according to what we know as elements of nature. Supernatural is neither physical nor material relating to supernatural forces, occurrences, and beings, and is something that can't be explained by our laws of science."

"You're not telling me something that I don't already know and you're still not scaring me."

"Our laws of science change with each new discovery from when Columbus proved Greek geographers wrong that the Earth wasn't flat, to Galileo honing his theories that the earth revolved around the sun, and to Einstein and his theory of relativity that space is infinite and expanding, we can't tell which are the natural laws of nature and which strange occurrences that beg explanation are supernatural."

"Speaking of supernatural, I'm happy we're no longer talking about reincarnation. Now, that we're on to supernatural shit, at least that's a bit scarier. I like Sci-Fi stuff."

"It would have been scarier, had you allowed me to keep the Ouija board out, while talking about reincarnation and supernatural phenomena."

"Yeah, well, I hate those stupid games. I don't think they have anything to do with anything supernatural, just evilness."

"Just because we can't explain it doesn't mean that it's supernatural or evil. It may mean that we don't have the knowledge to explain it, much like the lost tribes thought it magic the first time they saw a mirror or a Polaroid Instant camera or an airplane," said Anne.

"That's true."

"So, tell me, what does supernatural mean to you? Do you believe in aliens? Do you think that there are other life forms that exist in space and in another galaxy millions of light years away?"

"Is this still part of you trying to scare me?"

"Yes."

"Are we almost done because, before we get down, dirty, and naked, before we have sex, sex, sex, I'd like a turn in trying to scare you."

"Yes, we're almost done and, yes, you may have your turn at trying to scare me, even though you can't scare me," said Anne with a laugh.

"Do you think that aliens visited here many thousands of years ago and that is how we have the Bible?"

"Dunno," said Roger with a shrug.

"Who wrote the Bible?"

"Dunno that either," said Roger rolling his eyes and making a face.

"Do you believe in miracles or were they just unexplained acts of a race of superior and super intelligent aliens passing through space and time and stopping to visit our planet. Maybe they're not aliens at all, but us returning to the past from the future."

"Dunno about aliens, but, I've seen enough unexplained stuff to scratch my head over that I believe may be miracles," said Roger.

"What happens when we die? What's your opinion? Do you believe that if you're good that you will go to Heaven and live in harmony and peace and if you were bad you go to Hell and roast in Hell's fires?"

"I think when we die, we're dead. Game over. We're no better than plants, animals, or insects. To think that we're going to live forever after we die is a sad and mean fairytale that the Catholic church wants us to believe for the sake of donations in their collection plate."

"Do you really think that life and death is that simplistic? Do you believe that there is no Heaven and Hell and we all return to and become part of the energy that is the universe?"

"Dead is dead. If there is something after death than I'll embrace that, as I did in embracing life. Yet, until the day that someone can return from the dead, I'm not buying any of that malarkey. Just as I don't believe that Hell exists, I don't believe that Heaven exists either."

"So you believe that you just stop existing and there is nothingness, much like the feeling or lack of feeling you had before you were born."

"Yeah, I do. Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, we return from whence we came and, as an infinitesimal speck, we become part of the universe again."

"What about reincarnation? Do you think as do the Indians that we come back as another life form? Think about that for a minute, about no longer existing and/or about coming back as another life form. That bug you just squished may have been one of your relatives. Isn't that a scary feeling?"

"As I said before, I don't believe in reincarnation and in past lives or in future lives. Stepping on my dead grandmother doesn't scare me. She's dead. Besides, my grandmother always said that if she had a choice, she return to live as a dog. She said dogs have it made. All they do is eat, sleep, and play."

"A person who possess extra-sensory abilities, including clairvoyance, paranormal physic abilities, and precognition, and one who can sometimes communicate with spirits, who is responsive to psychic forces and who possesses above average ESP abilities and who can predict the future is considered psychic. Are you psychic?"

"Nope."

"Do you know anyone who is psychic?"

"I know some who claim to be, people who helped us to solve old, closed cases," he said with a shrug.

"Do you believe in psychic ability?"

"Each to their own, so long as they don't try to force that shit down my throat. There may be some merit to it, enough that our own government explode that with psychics and their ability to see through walls thousands of miles away."

"Maybe, you're not psychic at all, but have lived a life before, which is why you have a keener sense, you call hunches, of what will happen before it happens. Maybe, what you are picking up is your prior life, a life that seems so weirdly familiar, as if you were experiencing déjà vu. Maybe, you are doomed to repeat your prior life again and again, until you accomplish the reason why you are here."

"I haven't lost any sleep thinking about such things. Truth be told, maybe I'm just a horny cop who just wants to have sex with his girlfriend."

"Why are you here?"

"Why am I here? You don't know why I'm here? Gees, maybe that's my problem. I'm here because I thought we were going to have sex," said Roger with a shit eating grin and reconsidered what he was going to say next, when Anne shot him an angry look. "Honestly, I don't know now I'm here."

"C'mon, Roger. You know what I mean. Why are you here on Earth?"

"I have no idea what you mean, Anne. I just wanna get you in bed naked and then I'll show you why I'm here."

"Roger."

"Okay."

"Consider that for a moment."

"Consider what for a moment?"

"Why are you here? Why you? Why now? Why here? 

"Dunno. Don't care. Don't want to know. Who cares?"

"Your fortune in life, the overall circumstances or condition in life including everything that happens to you is considered luck. Did you know that? Do you believe in luck?"

"I've been known to be lucky."

"What is luck? Do you know?"

"Anne, can we just have sex?"

"Luck is an unknown and unpredictable phenomenon that causes an event to result one way rather than the other, good luck versus bad luck. Good luck leads to a favorable outcome, whereas bad luck leads conversely to an unfavorable outcome. Do you feel lucky? Are you lucky?

"No, not tonight I don't think I'll be lucky," said Roger with a frown. "I thought I was going to get lucky, but--"

"Roger, just allow me to finish trying to scare you. Okay?"

"Boring me to death, is more like it."

"Pardon?"

"I said, sure, I could use more scare tactics. I might like it."

"So, you don't feel lucky? Why? Nothing ever happens to you. You live a boring life. Your life is the same dull life every day with everything status quo. Well, I have news for you, you are one lucky person. Just as nothing good may happen to you, nothing bad has happened to you either and, in my book, that'd living a pretty lucky life and a charmed existence. It's time to count your blessings."

"My lucky day was when I found you, baby. I love you, Anne."

"Oh, thank you, Roger. I love you, too, Roger."

"You're welcome."

"Have you won anything lately? Winning doesn't always mean winning the lottery and winning gobs of money. Maybe, had you taken that extra step, you would have been hit by a car. Boy, now that was lucky. Maybe had you touched the hand of someone on the train, you would have contracted a disease that would have led to your premature demise from a cold, to bronchitis, to pneumonia. Certainly, it was lucky that you didn't shake his or her hand. "

"That's a scary thing. Wow, what do you know? I'm scared now. Okay. You just scared me. Let's have sex. Can we just have--"

"Roger," said Anne shooting him a look. "Maybe that brick perched precariously high overhead would have fallen on your head had you not been delayed by a meeting that ran late. Maybe that plane that you missed, yeah, the one that crashed, well, now you'd have to consider was that luck or was that something else, kismet, fate or circumstance? Does it sound that farfetched? Yeah, well that's what the people who worked above the 88th floor in the Twin Towers thought on the fateful day on September 11, 2001, before the planes hit and the buildings crumbled and collapsed."

"I lost a couple of close friends in that thing," said Roger making the sign of the cross.

"I can't imagine their horror. I can't imagine how they felt knowing that they were going to die. Imagine being on the roof and a helicopter was helpless to rescue them because of the wind, the smoke, the fire, and the explosions. Imagine having your only alternative being to jump from the building to your certain death. I can't imagine."

"Well, you know, when it's your time to go," said Roger with a shrug.

"Speaking of ghosts, do you believe that sacred ground is haunted?"

"Ghosts? Who said anything about ghosts? I didn't say anything about ghosts, but yeah, I do think when those Twin Towers fell, that place, the entire area, is haunted. Too many people never know what hit them. Gone in an instant, they didn't even know they were dead.."

"Ah, so you believe in ghosts."

"No, I didn't say that--"

"What are ghosts? How do you become a ghost? Yes, of course, by dying, but not everyone becomes a ghost. So, what happened to those who were left behind that became ghosts? Was their portal to their spiritual escape closed?"

"Gees, Anne, it's nearly ten o'clock and I have the first shift tomorrow. I was at least hoping for a blowjob."

"Fate is your destiny of what event or events will inevitably happen in the future that decides your overall circumstances or conditions in life. Do you believe in fate and no matter what happens in your life to make us believe otherwise that your life is unalterably predetermined? Why? Or do you believe that you make your own destiny? Why?"

"I have no idea, but I'm sure you'll tell me," said Roger rolling his head back and rolling his eyes.

"Everything happens for a reason, you know. You can't do anything without changing the natural order of things and should you change the past that will affect the future. And if you are able to see the future, you may be able to change the present, in effect changing the past. The reverberation through space and time of change affecting fate is a complex puzzle of what ifs, indeed. Think about it."




Fright Night.  What Scares You?



"God help me. I'm too horny to think about anything other than sex."

"Pardon?"

"I said, I'm thinking about all that you said it and can't wait what you'll say next," said Roger looking at his watch.

"Do you remember when you dated your girlfriend who is now your wife or husband and the love of your life?"

"I thought you told me never to bring up my ex-wife's name around you."

"Roger!"

"Okay, okay."

"You thought it was love at first sight or was it not fate? Was it fate that you should meet like that at the park or the bar or the dance? Or had you experienced all of this and all of her or him in another place and time before and so long ago. Maybe you are souls that drift through time and space and here you are now again to live again and experience one another for the third or fourth time, until you get it right. You're one of the lucky ones, at least you know why you are here...again."

"Oh, yeah, I still rue the day I ever met that gold digging bitch."

"Have you ever had your fortune told? Do you believe in astrological horoscopes? Have you ever partaken in a séance? Have you ever used a Ouija board? Do you believe in ghosts? Do you feel a departed loved one is with you, now? Don't you just hate that creepy feeling that you get playing on the Ouija board, especially after having a few drinks? Scary, isn't it?"

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Can we have sex now?"

"No, not yet, Roger. I'm almost done."

"Okay," said Roger looking at his watch again.

"It's dark, it's late, there's a full moon outside, are you afraid? Well, you ought to be because through the porthole in that innocuous game called Ouija you just inadvertently unleashed an evil spirit back into the world who is going to give your guardian angels one Hell of a time from allowing him or her not to invade your soul. Look out! He's standing right behind you."

"Now, I understand now why you wanted to use the Ouija board as a prop so much, just as I hope you understand why I was so against it."

"Have you ever looked at a stranger from behind and they turned to meet your stare knowing you were staring at them? Have you ever seen a stranger you knew could be your closest friend if given the introduction and the chance? Have you ever seen a stranger you knew could be your worst enemy if given the opportunity?" 

"I'm starting to think that I have a girlfriend that could be my worst--"

"Roger. Stop please. C'mon, I'm nearly done."

"Okay."

"Have you had a feeling of déjà vu? Have you ever had an out of body experience? Do you believe in life after death? Do you believe in reincarnation? Do we come back to earth after death in another form? If you do believe that we return to earth after death in another form, what other form do you think we return as?"

"Yes, no, no, no, dunno, honestly, I have no idea. Gees, are we back on the reincarnation thing again?"

"Do you believe in Heaven and/or Hell? What is a guardian angel? Do you have one? Do you have more than one? Do you know who they are?"

"Gees, Anne, if I didn't believe in Heaven and Hell five minutes ago, I still don't believe it now. Moreover, if I don't believe in Heaven, I certainly don't believe in Angels and/or Guardian Angels. Even though I'm starting to think that this is Hell and you're the Devil, Hell is beginning to look good to me right about now."

"What is a soul? Do you have one? Do you have more than one? What is that quiet voice deep inside who is forever talking to us that we call a conscience? Why does it make us feel guilty?"

"Anne, really. Now, you're scaring me that you may have lost your mind."

"Do you believe in the struggle of good against evil, the struggle of God and his bright light against the Devil and all of his empty promises? Who do you believe will win? God or the Devil? You or the Devil? Why?"

"I don't know nor do I care, Anne. I just want to get laid."

"I'm done," said Anne taking a sip of her wine and collapsing on the floor.

"You're done? You're kidding? You're done already? Wow, that was really interesting, I mean, frightening. I was really, really scared."

"Yes, I'm finished and you're not scared. Unbelievable. You're such a testosterone filled, big, tough guy."

"Gees, Anne, I was scared. I was really scared. Now, it's my turn to scare you. Okay?"

"You can't scare me, Roger," said Anne taking another sip of wine.

Roger took his cell phone out of his pocket.

"Hello, Jack? Can you come over to Anne's house and bring Steve and Mike with you. Five minutes? Great. I'll see you soon."

"What are you doing? Why did you call your partner and Steve and Mike. I don't want Mike in my house. He gives the creeps and Steven is always trying to cop cheap feels of my ass and tits."

"I know," said Roger. "Don't worry. It will be okay. Stand up."

"Stand up? Why?"

"It's my turn to torture, I mean, to scare you."

"You don't have to scare me. After you called your friends to come over, I'm already scared," said Anne.

"Just trust me and stand up."

As soon as Anne stood, Roger grabbed up her dress from her hem and pulled it high over her head, along with her arms. Then, he bunched it together and tied it in a knot.

"Roger! What the Hell are you doing?"

"I'm scaring you."

"Untie me this instant."

"No."

"Roger! I mean it. Untie me now!"

Still terribly horny, Roger had his wicked way with his girlfriend. He felt her tits through her bra and teased out her nipples to erection with his fingertips.

"I just love your big tits," said Roger feeling Anne's C cup breasts through her bra.

"Roger, stop groping me. I don't like being groped."

He moved around behind her to look at her pink panty clad ass.

"I just love how your ass looks in this panties," he said taking his big hand and giving her ass a hard slap. 

"Ow! Roger, what the fuck! That hurt. That really hurt."

Then, he kneeled down in front of her to bite her pussy mound.

"I just want to devour your pussy, whenever I see how these panties serves up your pussy mound."

"Ow, Roger. I can't believe you bit my pussy."

"Sorry, I can't control myself, whenever you wear these pink panties."

Then, there was a knock on the door and Roger left the room to answer Anne's front door.

"Roger! Who's there? Wait! Don't leave me like this. Untie me. Roger! Roger!"

"Come in, guys. Come in. Anne honey, Jack, Steve, and Mike are here."

"Roger, you fucking asshole, untie me. Oh, my God, you're such a dirty bastard. How could you do this to me?"

"Untie you? Why would I untie you? Why don't I just lift up your bra, instead. Anne's been trying to scare me for an hour with words. I kept telling her that I was horny. Only, now, I'm over the edge. Would you guys like to see Anne's tits?"

"Roger, no! Don't you dare lift my bra," said Anne cringing away from his touch. "I swear to God if--"

"Look at the size of her tits," said Roger groping one of Anne's breasts and then the other. "She has fabulous tits, doesn't she? Let's see a show of hands. Who wants to see Anne's tits?"

"Roger no, enough is enough. Okay? You're scaring me now. Why don't you tell your friends to leave and we'll go in the bedroom, just you and me and I'll--"

With a swipe of his finger, Roger lifted Anne's bra.

"Oh, my God, Roger. You're such an asshole. I'm so embarrassed. How could you do this to me? How could you expose my breasts to everyone? Have you no decency and no respect for me? What the Hell is wrong with you?"

"If you think you're embarrassed now, wait until I show the guys your pussy," he said.

"Don't you dare, Roger, I mean it. I swear to God, if you pull down my--"

"Too late," said Roger pulling down her panty.

"Oh, my God, Roger. I can't believe you stripped me naked. You assshole."

"Who wants to feel Anne's tits, finger her nipples, and pleasure her pussy?"

"Oh, my God, Roger, no! This is rape. Enough okay? You scared the shit out of me. I'm afraid. You had your fun. You stripped me naked and showed my naked body to your friends. Now, tell them to get the fuck out of here. Show over. Everyone go home."

"We were hoping to gangbang you, Anne. Wouldn't you like to fuck and suck four men?"

"I swear to God, Roger, if you touch me, we're over as a--"

"Are you afraid?"

"Yes."

"Are you scared?"

"No."

"No? How can you be afraid and not scared?"

"Because I'm excited. I'm so sexually aroused." 

"Excited? Aroused? Why are you excited and aroused?"

"I'm so wet knowing that your three friends are seeing me naked. Duh? I'm excited that you stripped me naked in front of your friends. I'm excited to be so exposed. Are you going to gangbang me, now? I can't wait to be fucked by four men. Who wants to fuck me up the ass?"

"Gangbang you? Anal sex? No, I'm not going to gangbang you, Anne. I was only trying to scare you. There's no one here, Anne, really there isn't" said Roger untying his girlfriend. "Just me. We're here alone. No one saw you naked."

"There's no one here? Are you serious?" 

Roger fluffed down Anne's skirt.

"See? We're alone. I was only trying to--"

"Fuck! I thought I was going to be fucked by four men. I thought I was going to be raped and brutalized. I thought you had arranged a gangbang for me. I was so excited. I was so aroused. I was so wet thinking that I was going to suck cock, cock, cock, and cock."

"C'mon, Anne, you're scaring me now."

"Aha! Finally, I scared you, asshole. Now, let's have sex."

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