2 comments/ 16385 views/ 3 favorites I'm Sorry By: black saphire Dearest, I'm sorry we fought last night. I've been thinking about what you said the whole morning and I know you are right. I wish you weren't always right. I know I can be a prude sometimes and that I don't want sex as often as you do. Its not that I don't like it -- you know I do. I love having my pussy licked and then being pounded by your hard cock. It's just that I've never really been a sexual creature. And I suppose that's why I don't instigate sex as often as you'd like. It's unfair of you to say that I never initiate sex. I admit I don't do it often enough but you always do anyway so I guess I just wait for you to bring it up. That's not so wrong of me is it? I'll admit thought that there have been times that I've been so horny that my pussy is practically dripping. My panties will be soaked and I yearn for your tongue to lap at me and for your cock to slide in and out of me. And yet I've said nothing. Its just that I don't want to make you want to fuck me. I want to know that you want me and not just because I'm horny you feel that you have to fuck me. Does that make sense? I'm slowly learning that it doesn't. I'm learning that you like to fuck me anytime and all I need to do is tell you I want to be fucked. Am I correct? Is that what you were trying to explain to this stupid bimbo last night? I suppose I could blame it on my upbringing but we've been married long enough for me to have overcome that -- so I'm NOT going to blame it on anything other than myself. I'm just not as forward as I could be and I'm trying to change. I have changed too. You remember I would never swallow when we were first married? Now I do and although I hate to admit it, I do actually love the taste and texture of your hot cum. I don't swallow as often coz I just don't want to seem to be a slut. But I'm realizing that you actually like me to be a slut. Is that also why you want me to talk dirty? You like me to describe my vagina as a cunt and pussy don't you? And you want me to ask you to Fuck me rather than asking you to make love to me. I'm learning baby, I really am. I wasn't totally honest with you last night. I said I didn't have any fantasies and that I only fantasise about you. That was a lie. I do have fantasies darling and my fantasies are so sick and wanton. My own fantasies scare me. That's why I lied. I don't want you thinking that I'm some kind of depraved slut. Yet, deep down, I know I am a slut. A slut and a dirty filthy whore. Is your cock getting hard as you read this e-mail? Do you want to know what some of my dirty fantasies are? I have so many baby, I just don't know where to start. But maybe I should start with this one. I sometimes think of being dominated. I fantasise that I've been instructed to shave every strand of hair from my pussy. I need to wear sexy lingerie and full makeup. Then I'm told to kneel facing away from the door and wait. I hear someone coming in and although I'm tempted to turn and see who it is, I've been told not to. I hear the rustle of clothes and then feel someone's hot breath on my upthrust ass. My pussy is already dripping as I feel his hot tongue sliding slowly up my thighs and then lick my swollen sex. A piece of fabric wraps around my eyes and I am completely blinded now. With my sense of sight gone, my other senses seem heightened and all my feelings seem concentrated on the hot tongue lapping at my pussy. Just as I am about to explode in orgasm, the tongue disappears and I groan in frustration. Suddenly I feel a hot, hard piece of flesh pressing against my sex and then thrusting in. My orgasm starts to build again and I come hard as the cock saws in and out of me. The thrusting into my pussy gets harder and faster and I feel like I am nothing but a sex machine. I am just there to be fucked and used. My pussy explodes in climax again and I can see colours through my covered eyes. The cock in my pussy stiffens and erupts and as the hot lava flows into me, I cum again. I collapse to the floor and I feel our combined cum trickle out and down my thighs. I hear a zip being pulled up and then footsteps receding. Groggy but satiated, I pull the blindfold from my eyes and there is no one there. My wonderful fuck has left, having filled me with his seed and satisfied me. All that's left is a single rose stalk to remind me of this wonderful, faceless fuck. Does this make me a slut? Having thoughts like this? Maybe I should tell you another one of my fantasies, so you really know how much of a slut I am. I fantasise about being banged hard. Not just by one man but maybe two or three. Yes, at the same time. Sometimes I just want to be fucked one after the other. To feel my pussy reamed and bruised one after the other. Other times I think of sucking a cock while I'm being fucked and sometimes, please don't hate me, sometimes I think of taking all three men at the same time -- one in my pussy, one in my mouth and one in my ass. I know I've never let you have my ass. It doesn't mean I haven't thought about it. You see, in fantasy land, its all painless. I just can't imagine how painful it will be if I ever let you fuck my ass. I'm just to scared I guess. I've even fantasised about being tied up and used by you. I've also fantasised about fucking someone else -- a stranger -- while you watch. And yes, I've even fantasised about you peeing on me. God, I feel like such a whore telling you all this. I've never had the guts before but our quarrel last night has showed me that its probably normal having all these thoughts and that you really actually know that I'm a slut. I'm YOUR slut. And from today, I'm going to act on it. I'm going to be the slut that you want me to be. I wont worry about you thinking that I'm a slut because I know its okay. Just as long as I'm your slut alone. I'm sitting here typing this wearing the black teddy you bought me for Valentines day. The one with a cutout for my boobs. I never wore it and chided you for buying it for me, saying that all you ever think of is sex. Well, I'm sorry for that, I really am. Anyway, I'm wearing it now and I have to admit I love how I look. I've let my hair down and at the risk of sounding conceited, I look absolutely wonderful! My nipples are hard and stiff and my breasts are so beautifully framed by the lace around them. Oh! I just got your text message saying you're sorry. You're such a sweety saying sorry when you know that everything you said was really true. I'm the one that should be sorry and if you haven't guessed it by now, this email is saying sorry. But I so want to do more than say I'm sorry and that's why I'm typing this while wearing my lingerie. Did I also tell you I shaved my cunt? Its completely hairless now except for a small strip running down my mound -- like an arrow pointing to my steamy cunt. I'm waiting for you baby. Waiting for you to take me like the slut that I am. My panties are so wet and I'm planning on leaving them on the banister for you to find as you come up the stairs to me. I am yours to do with as you please. You can text me when you get this and I'll play along with whatever you have in mind. I know I've often ignored your raunchy text message suggestions but from now on I won't. You can either text me and have me follow your instructions or you can come home to find my wet stinky panties on the banister and then have your way with me. Either way we both win! I love you baby and I'm going to show it to you better now -- especially sexually. I'm not going to complain or grumble about anything sexually anymore. You know my fantasies and you know that I'm really a slut at heart. I'm out of the closet now and exist only to be your own slut. Come and get your slutty pussy baby. Come and fuck me hard and make me scream and moan. I'm waiting for you...... Your loving wife (slut) P.S. Oh, and incidentally, I bought some lubricant at the store this morning. So if you want my ass, its yours. I'm Sorry I can remember the look in your eyes, the first time I suggested that we should go to one of those clubs; you weren't morally against it, but still you screwed up your nose, making an adorable expression. Of course, I knew it would stick in your mind; I watched it sink into your eyes, and settle into your mind. I saw it in your eyes when we fucked later, like animals in heat, rutting harder and harder than normal. You moved as though possessed, as though picturing yourself there; you, me, us, there. The first one we went to was small time; this little place called Divas. It was a dive; had a mini tragedy every few nights, and tonight was no exception. You looked on bemused as I sank into a bad couch and wafted away in the chaos, you there, next to me, not bored at all but fascinated. You looked at the dancers; saw their satin, saw the hair extensions. You took in the slight pot bellies, and the smokers skin- and couch, when they moved too much. I saw it as your eyes lit up; I don't know how I felt, at that. You had always been a little interested in girls. It was your suggestion that we should watch porn together; you never asked if I did, and I never told you or asked myself. So I went along, to a store, and bought what the attendant told me was safe porn; the sort for women, the sort for couples. It wasn't soft core; just arty, generally poor attempts at classy. Again, your nose turned up at the first few scenes; laughed at an absurd position, or at some cheep lip gloss. And then the climax of the piece; a threesome scene. You were silent as it began. Your mouth opened, as the two began to kiss- properly kiss, not like normal porn kissing. No, these two girls wanted, and it showed. Your mouth stayed opened; you felt for my cock with one hand, and for yourself with the other. I have often wondered which hand snaked out first, since. We kept going; kept looking for better clubs. Of course, we both knew exactly why what we looked for; I encouraged you, made it okay for you. It made it easier for you to fall away, to turn away. It did not take us long, not really. The club we then began to attend was not expensive, nor was it cheap, or trashy. It was discreet, and the girls in it were good; it made it difficult for us not to get to know them, all of them, or to think of them as strippers. Of course, there was some distance between me and them; I was male, and I was going to a strip club. That I was with my girl made no difference. But to you, it was amazing; to you, the lights drew at you, illuminating the blue in your eyes as though something there lay dormant. And they welcomed you; treated you as a sister, with something they recognised. You never felt the urge to dance, thankfully. That would have been too much to bear. One night, you asked me if I could pay for you to get a private show. It had taken you six months to work up the nerve. I smiled, and asked you, did you want me there, and who would you like. I liked how open you were, how much we shared. I liked that you liked girls, too. Oh no, you said. You most assuredly wanted me there. I nodded. You picked a brunette; a blonde yourself, you wanted her. She had a slight asian cast to her eyes; I wonder if, now, you remember her name. I know I don't, but I think you would. You should, she was so important to us. The beginning of the end. She wore a tight white tee, and long stockings, black and white thick stripes, running the length of your legs. Her hair was short, much shorter than yours; cut to end at her shoulders. It hung around her face, a silken mass, messy, desirable. How could I blame you, for parting your lips, and sighing out desire that could not be contained or controlled within our relationship? How could I blame you for wanting, just as I had wanted? I stood in the corner, allowing you to take the seat; the woman eyed me cautiously before beginning. She stalked towards you, her lips curving out, parting, forming a Cheshire smile. She wanted too, if her face was anything to go by; she licked her lips, bending down, and licking yours. I start; that's not part of what a private show is. I have never gotten that sort of treatment. You jumped, too; you almost retreated. But you had come too far, much. You shut your eyes for a second- just a second- before exhaling, and steeling yourself. She began to dance slowly, her hips circling; she bends down, over, in front of you, her face close. You can see down her top; I want to see down her top. I want to see down yours. I want her to watch me as I fuck you, and that's all. But she straightens, her back curving her upwards, her hands moving to the hem of the cotton shirt. She toyed at the edges, playing; she looked at you, her eyes simmering. They're dark, struck without colour in the dim light, burning us both with their intensity. You struggled, shifting in the seat. She watches you, and slowly, slowly, lifts her shirt. She caressed herself, her breasts, her nipples. She carved her ribs, just visible under her skin. She made her body break out in goosebumps, her nipples tighten; I saw you bite your lip, as I hold my breath. She sighed, loudly, and spins. She placed her body against you, her hands on the arms of the chair. She rubbed her ass against your groin; you place your hands there, to softly touch her. She pressed into your palms. She straightened, and slowly deprived herself of her briefs. She left the stockings on; you gasped, and bit your lip. I saw your nipples tighten earlier; I watched you now, as your hand found its way across, to rub your breasts; the other, down, between your legs. If she saw, she didn't let on. She places one leg high, her heel on the arm of the chair, granting for you the full on open view of her. You can smell her desire; hell, I could smell her, from the wall. I could smell yours. She thrust slightly, and ran her hand down; I couldn't quite see, but I'm sure she opened her lips, and let you look all the way inside her. You had to stop; you lent forwards, unable to hold yourself away; she didn't withdraw, but she watched you, almost daring. She didn't move away. She didn't move at all. You rose, and moved her leg. You almost made me leave, before I paid. You mauled me, outside. Neither of us were naked as you took me, fiercely, my cock so hard, so angry, so full within you. You wanted. You took. We kept going, and every time there was a new show, with a different girl. We never went back to that club again, but that was fine. I paid for your lapdances, not objecting; I didn't want them for myself, only to satisfy this for you. And you were satisfied, and grateful. Then there was the next time. We made love hard, fiercely, afterwards, but it wasn't the same. Your mind wasn't with me, on the end of my cock, even as mine was with you. You muttered to me, afterwards, that you wanted to try something. You wanted to do me, and a girl. The perfect dream. Every man dreams of that in their girl; why did I feel something, uneasy, uncomfortable? I wanted you, just you, and I didn't care if it was only lust, or some archaic sense of possession. I didn't want her, or any other. But you wanted it, and everything and everyone I have ever met told me to go with it. She asked me where I would look; I suggested a website. You shook your head; no, maybe a prostitute? I looked at you then, and you flushed. Maybe you felt something for me still, as something other than simply the facilitator of your desires. I hope so. I looked up a number, and I asked to meet her first; to have both of us meet her, to see if she was right for us. She was short, very short. And thin. She was blonde, and her hair was long; it was pale, pale blonde, almost white. But the real pale blonde, not peroxide. Her breasts were not huge, nor was her form particularly womanly; but I could see from your eyes that she was yours, just for you. You would take no other; I was distanced enough to wonder if I said no, if you would have gone off, and sought her, without me. Her name was Rory. You smiled, and I watched as you filed the name in your head. I had your vote already, and tried to engage her in conversation. She didn't want to talk to me. She wanted you; I didn't blame her for that. She agreed; we agreed. You asked her if she was free this afternoon; she shrugged, and said yes. This was too fast for me. I tried to tell you, but you were so occupied with her, in the back seat while you were in the front. You couldn't take your eyes off her; it was nothing to do with what she wore, or anything like that. I remember that then, in that very moment, I realised I hadn't seen you check out a guy for some time; you hadn't had sex with me without having seen a girl near naked before. I wanted out; I felt sick, burning. I was so hard, I could burst then and there. I wanted to fuck her, and you, and to bite you and to leave a mark and to let her see you were mine. We were not inside the door when you attacked her; you were not patient. I had never seen you kiss a girl; I became suspicious then. She moaned into your mouth; her clothes were as nothing, under your hands. You left her mouth, and bit the soft skin of her neck; she gasped, and I saw her tongue ring shine. I took off my pants, and knelt down, behind you. I lifted your skirt, and parted the lace. I forced my tongue between your lips, and ran it between your slit and your ass, reaching as far as I could. You parted your legs between hers, letting me in; you moved yourself harder against Rory, your breasts pressing through your shirt and against her nakedness. Your lips were already on her bared nipples; she was crying out, mewling, at the feeling; I ran my hand up her thigh, and cupped her soaking sex. She let out a harsh sound, and took my hand in hers, shoving me deeply. You lifted your leg over my head, and pulled me up. You took my cock, and lined it up against her sex. She looked down, then up, then at her. You pushed me in, and I needed no other form of encouragement. I took her hard, angry. It was a taking, and a battle, one that I had already lost and yet I still fought, and took from her everything I could. I marked her flesh; I felt her tongue bite me, just as hard. I made her squeal, as I lifted her up, and took her to the bedroom. I arranged her so that you could help me, straddle her. You watched us both, your mouth open, glistening, your breath coming in hoarse gasps. You squeezed your nipples fiercely. You moved yourself over her; above her. You placed your hand between your legs, and you forced your pussy wide, and thrust inside. Your movements matched mine, and your other hand snaked around her neck. You made love to her, just as I fucked her brains out; taking, ever more. You came first, so hard I felt it still, within Rory. You shuddered, and gripped her; her hand snaked between you both, the other against the small of your back. She pressed you, as you bucked; she kept you from escaping the fire that overtook you, even as she began to burn. She tightened around me, harder and harder. She bucked against me, forcing me even deeper. She took from me pleasure, more than I could have taken from her, but between us that was all there was; stolen pleasure, each taken from the other. Competition, certainly. We spent the rest of the night fucking you; I didn't fuck her again. You watched as she licked your clit as I fucked you hard. You screamed against her mouth as I pressed the head of my cock against your clit, and you erupted all over us both. Your moaning made me vibrate as you took me into your mouth as she frigged you oh so very much, her hands working. She had pretty hands, as I recall; small, delicate. Skilled. She didn't rise, after we finished, as exhausted as the rest of us. I looked at the two of you, and wondered how much better my life could get. I didn't know that always in threesomes, someone has to be the odd one out. I didn't know, then, that it was me. You were silent all week. You fucked me, and came, but it was reluctant. I started not to want it, and when you turned to me I plead off. Then you cajoled me, and I gave in, and gave you what you wanted, cursing my weakness all the while. I knew then I couldn't give you what you wanted, what you were attracted to. The breaking point came when I came home, and found you with Rory. She was between your legs; I asked you what you were doing. Rory told you to tell me the truth. You owe him that, she said. I'm sorry, Brad, you said to me. I'm sorry, but I'm gay. And that you were sorry, sorry you hadn't told me. Sorry you had been seeing her, but you couldn't be sorry for that, because you loved her, and wanted to be with her. Her hand around your waist, both of you naked, before me; I couldn't be less aroused. I know, Em, I said. I'm sorry, too. I walked out, and left you there, beside your lover. I hear you're still together, and that you're happy; I hope you think of me sometimes. I cannot help but think of you. I cannot help that I was born in the wrong shape for you to love me, to be mine forever. I'm sorry. I'm Sorry Daddy... "Where have you been?" Daddy asked, as we stood together in the living room. "I went out for a walk Daddy," I said. "Dressed like that?" Daddy said. I didn't know what was wrong. There wasn't anything wrong with wearing a black miniskirt and a pink hoodie, I even wore the ones Daddy got me for my birthday- an ochre skirt and a rose-red quarter-length sleeve shirt. "Don't you like it Daddy?" I asked, twirling my hair with my hair in my fingers. "Of course Daddy likes it, but only Daddy can see his baby's special parts," Daddy said. "But Daddy I'm nineteen," I said. "But as long as you live with Daddy you will do as Daddy says, now go to my office... you need to be punished," Daddy said. "But Daddy I didn't do anything bad," I said, as Daddy took my wrist and led me to his office. He turned on the lights. Daddy's office had no windows, he liked his privacy. His desk was set in the middle of the room, and he had cleared it off so it was bare. "Bend over the desk and spread your legs," Daddy said. I did as I was told. Daddy lifted my skirt and ran his hand over my bottom through my panties. "How many times must I tell you- You are not to wear panties in Daddy's house!" Daddy snapped as he ripped off my panties. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I bit my lip and gripped the far edge of the desk. My ass stung from Daddy's harsh slaps. Then... SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!... and SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Four slaps to each cheek. "Daddy doesn't like to punish his little girl, he loves her too much... but when you are bad you get in trouble," Daddy said, caressing my stinging bottom with his large hand. "I'm sorry Daddy," I said. "I know you're sorry baby, but you still have to be punished," Daddy said, reaching forward to squeeze my breasts. My nipples hardened immediately under his touch. "How was Daddy blessed with such a sensitive child?" Daddy said, pulling my hoodie up. He yanked the hoodie up over my head and then pulled my bra off. I could almost feel his grin. "Now which hole should I violate today?" Daddy said. He pulled apart my ass cheeks and said, "Daddy hasn't explored your pretty ass yet." "No Daddy, not there, it will rip," I said. Daddy didn't answer, but then I felt something wet enter my ass. "Daddy what are you doing?" I asked. "Relax," Daddy said. I risked peeking over my shoulder, I could just see Daddy's arm level with my ass, moving back and forth. "Please Daddy," I begged. Daddy just started to finger me harder, then he withdrew his hand and licked is two fingers and pushed them in my ass and fingered me again. Every few thrusts Daddy would add another finger until his whole hand was inside me. "Daddy you're hurting me," I cried. "Stop crying," Daddy said. "Daddy please!" I said. Daddy pulled his hand from my ass and came round the table. There was a big bulge in his pants. Daddy unbuckled his belt and freed his hard cock and pressed it to my lips. I parted my lips and Daddy pushed his cock in my mouth and down my throat. Holding my hair tightly, Daddy moved his hips back and forth, his sliding in and out, back and forth in my throat. I gagged on his cock but Daddy only pushed further. Then Daddy pulled his cock from my mouth and stroked his hand back and forth over his cock. "Open your mouth," Daddy moaned. I did. Daddy came all over my face and tongue, then walked back around behind me and grasped my hips. I felt what was the blunt head of his cock pressing against the entry to my anus. As Daddy began to slowly push his hard cock into me I cried out, "Daddy stop! It will rip!" "Relax, your skin isn't torn," Daddy said as he started to fuck my ass. "Please stop Daddy, it hurts!" I cried. But Daddy only fucked me harder and harder, I could feel his cock expanding inside my ass. Daddy held my wrists and pulled my arms behind me as he increased his pace, my breasts swung harshly. "Please Daddy, it will rip everything!" "Daddy is close baby, Daddy wants you to drink up every last drop," Daddy moaned. His cock sank deeper into my ass, I cried as I felt myself rip. As Daddy came inside me I felt his cum leaking down my crack and between my thighs. Daddy pulled his cock wetly from my ass and lined his cock up with my pussy, keeping a tight grip on my wrists. "Daddy it won't fit, it didn't fit last time either, or the day before. Daddy please!" I said quickly. "Daddy knows best baby," Daddy said as he slid his cock in my pussy. "What is going on in here?" a voice shouted. It was Mommy, she was glaring at Daddy, who was standing behind me, my arms pulled back tightly and his hard cock buried in my pussy. I risked peeking over my shoulder. Then Mommy smiled and said, "I knew you wouldn't be able to hold back much longer." Daddy let me go and pulled his cock wetly from my pussy. I expected Mommy to spank me or sometime, but then I heard, "Cassie, darling, come here..." I looked over my shoulder to see Daddy seated in his chair, naked, with Mommy standing over him. Daddy's head was bent back, his lips mingling with the lips of Mommy's bare pussy as she held her skirt up. She smiled at me and then beckoned me forward with a single finger. I'm Sorry John "Great...the last thing I want to deal with now is a party. Maybe if I slip in through the back door I can get upstairs to bed without being noticed." John said. John parked his car along the street since the driveway was full. He walked quietly passed the side of the house being sure to duck as he passed the windows. John managed to get through the back door and into the kitchen unnoticed. John had to make it past the door from the kitchen into the living room to get to the back set of stairs and the quiet of the bedroom. John crept over towards the opening...hoping that he would be able to get past it unseen...praying that nobody came into the kitchen at that moment. John was so focused on getting past the door unseen and up to bed that it took him a while to realize that the sounds coming from the living room were not the sounds of a normal party...they almost sound like...sex. John stood there listening and the more he heard the more convinced he became that his living room...and perhaps other parts of his home...were filled with people having sex. John didn't know what to do. Kelly didn't think he'd be home for 2 more days so she wouldn't expect to see him there. Should he leave? Should he call? Should he sneak out the back and come in through the front to catch them? Should he walk out and join them? John knew that his presence could be found out at any moment so he knew he had to move...but where? He finally decided to try to make it upstairs. John didn't even try to look through the door as he quickly slipped past it. He made his way up the back stairs. He could hear that the rooms upstairs were being used as well. The door to the master bedroom was open so John quickly walked down the hall, peaked into the room, and when he didn't see anybody he stepped inside and quietly closed the door. John was sitting in his bedroom thinking about what was going on in his house before anyone else even had any idea that he was there. His confusion and sadness slowly built into a powerful rage. "I just hope that the bed in the guest room is big enough for all 3 of us." Kelly said. She had come upstairs with 2 guys. "We could always use your bed." Eric suggested. "No way...like I told everyone earlier...John's and my bedroom is off limits. What the hell? Why is the door closed? Oh hell no. You two go on ahead...I have someone's ass to kick." Kelly said. She turned the knob and walked into the master bedroom. "Alright...what the fuck are you doing? I told everyone that this room was off limits." Kelly said. "You'll have to forgive me...I arrived late so I didn't know about that rule." John said. Kelly saw John and froze. John walked over towards her. "Besides...since when is my bedroom off limits to me?" John asked. "John...what...what are you doing here?" Kelly asked. "Well...at the moment I'm standing in my bedroom talking to my wife. I assume however that you meant why am I home two days early. Well I finished my business early and had hoped to come home to surprise you. Imagine my surprise when I came home to find my wife having a sex party in our home." John said. "John...I..." Kelly said. "How many have you been with Kelly?" John asked. Kelly said nothing. "HOW MANY?" John asked more firmly. "Three." Kelly said...defeated. "Who?" John asked. "Matt, Adam, and Luke." Kelly said. John shook his head. "So you fucked my 3 brothers? It sounded like there were two with you in the hall. One of them sounded like Eric who was the other one?" John asked. "Mark." Kelly said. "So you've already fucked my 3 brothers and just now you were planning to fuck my two best friends? Have you been with anyone else since we've been married?" John asked. "Only Susan and Beth...but those were both with you." Kelly said. "Why? Why would you do this? Why would you not simply cheat on me, but cheat on me with my closest friends and family at a big sex party where everyone that I know is at? Why would you have them see you with other men while I'm supposed to be out of town completely in the dark about what you're doing? Why could you do that to me?" John asked. Kelly had no answer. There was a knock at the door. "Kelly...is everything okay?" Eric asked. John looked at Kelly. "Yes...everything's fine. I'm sorry, but you'll both have to find someone else to fuck for the time being." Kelly said. "What? Why would we do that? What's the matter?" Eric asked. "Look, I'm sorry...I just can't." Kelly said. "Why the fuck not? You already fucked his brothers...what happened to make you change your mind now?" Eric asked. John shook his head letting Kelly know not to tell him the truth. "It was a mistake...this all was a mistake. Please...just go find one of the other girls." Kelly said. "What? No way...you're not prick teasing us...either get out here or we're coming in." Mark said. John got off the bed, calmly walked over to the closet, and picked up his shotgun. He took position several feet inside the door. "Kelly...this is your last chance....one....two...three." Mark said. Mark and Luke kicked the door open and found themselves in the sights of John's shotgun. "Boo." John said. Mark and Eric both screamed in terror when they saw John and they both scrambled down the stairs. John followed. The crowd in the living room had barely noticed Mark and Eric running down the stairs, grabbing their clothes, and running out the door. They did notice John pumping his shotgun. Everyone screamed. "All of you except for Matt, Adam, and Luke need to leave immediately. I won't even give you time go put your clothes on. Grab your clothes and get the fuck out. I'm this close to pulling the trigger. Oh...on second thought Lisa, Heather, and Emily...you need to stay too." John said. Everyone except for John's brothers and their wives quickly fled the house. Kelly had followed John downstairs, but had quietly stood several feet behind him. "Okay Kelly...get over there with them." John said. Kelly slowly walked over next to the others. "Okay people...we have a big problem here. Right now there are 7 naked people in front of me. Four of you have betrayed me. Kelly, I don't know what got into you to make you think that this was a good idea or was okay, but it wasn't and I am severely disappointed in you. As for you 3...you're my brothers...brothers aren't supposed to have sex with one another's wives...at least not without some agreement...I never agreed to any of it. It seems as if your wives were participating in this as well, but they were not betraying me. They didn't stop you from doing it, but they shouldn't have had to. I've decided that what the 4 of you have done is unforgivable so you all must be punished...punished in a way that will constantly remind you of your betrayal." John said. John raised the shotgun and quickly shot Lisa, Heather, and Emily...killing them. Then he quickly shot Matt, Adam, and Luke each in the right shin obliterating their lower legs. He shot Kelly in the left wrist severing her left hand...sending her wedding ring flying. "Now you'll all have to live with the memory of this betrayal. I hate you all for doing this to me." John said. John put the shotgun barrel in his mouth and blew the back of his own head out. When the police and an ambulance arrived they found 4 bodies and 4 people suffering from serious gunshot wounds. Matt, Adam, Luke, and Kelly all survived their injuries. John's 3 brothers each lost their right foot and right shin. Kelly lost her left hand and most of her left forearm. They had each also lost their spouse. The others who were at the party were questioned about what had happened and they all described John's demeanor as being calm when he walked into the room with a shotgun. Word spread around town about the party...and about how John had been betrayed by those he cared most about in the world and how he had left them each with physical and emotional scars to remind them of their betrayal. His 3 brothers were all made single fathers...single fathers without half of their right legs. Kelly had always delighted in showing off her ring on her left hand. John had left her with no left hand. Unbeknownst to John he left her with a far more burning scar as well. Kelly found out she was pregnant not long after the shootings. Kelly had been over joyed to hear that she was pregnant...she felt she would have a living breathing reminder of John. She was reminded of her complete betrayal however when the baby turned out to be mixed race. Kelly had failed to mention to John that before she had been with his brothers she had been with Thomas...one of John's co-workers...a black man. So instead of having a piece of John living on in her child...she had another man's child...a child fathered by a man that she hadn't told her husband that she was with. It would have meant a death sentence for Thomas if she had...just like it had meant for his brothers' wives. Kelly bore the burden for as long as she could, but when her daughter turned 18 she killed herself. Each of John's brothers also died at their own hand. All 4 of them left identical suicide notes....just 3 simple words 'I'M SORRY JOHN'. I'm Sorry Officer - Ladies POV You're late for friends going away party. They're moving to teach English in South Korea, so you won't be seeing them for at least year. You want to have as much time with them tonight as you can. As a result you're doing 110km/hr in an 80km zone. You're looking mint for this event too. Your friend moving away has great looking guy friends, and you were thinking if you played your cards right, you might able to find one to go with tonight. A short black dress was your choice for the evening. It's not fancy, and it's not trashy, but it is sexy as hell. It clings to your torso, accentuating your perky tits. The lower have remains fitting, hugging your nicely rounded ass. The dress cuts low, but doesn't give everything away up top, and hangs to about mid thigh. Long enough to not worry about showing your ass when you start dancing, but short enough that when you sit, it'll make guys take notice. You're flying along highway #6 by Hamilton now, and you roll over a hill. There's a cop sitting just off the road, and as you pass, you see him pulling the speed-gun in. Damn it! You knew there were always speed traps on highway #6, but you had sped anyway. You've slowed down now, and you watch the rear view mirror, knowing you'll be seeing his light come on. As you expected, the lights show up in the distance behind you. You begin to slow down and evaluate that situation. What are you going to be able to tell him to avoid this ticket? The officer approaches your window, and before he can speak, you say, "I'm sorry officer, I know I was going a little fast. Are we able to go with a warning today? You see, this would be my second speeding ticket this month..." you proceed on, hoping to defuse the situation. "I'm sorry Ms. You were doing 30 over the limit. I'm going to have to write you up. Can I have your license and registration?" You lean toward the glove compartment, and your dresses inches up, ever so slightly. It's caught the officer's attention, but you're not watching him, so you don't realize the effect you could have. The officer takes your information and walks back to his car. You're sitting there trying to decide how to get out this. You could hit on him... but you're sure that only works in porn and he movies. Still, you steel yourself to follow through on the idea. You get a little tingly thinking about it. The officer approaches again. As he leans down on your car door to discuss the infraction with you, you coyly open your legs a bit, letting him see more skin. His breath catches in his throat and he chokes on it. "Well, officer, are you sure there's no way you can forgive me just this one time?" As you ask, your free hand moved to your pouting lips, and play with them in faux nervousness. "I'm really sorry Ms, but the rules are the rules." He starts to press buttons on the wireless ticket printer. While is fingers are working the buttons on the machine, as you say, "Are you sure there's nothing I can do? I'd really rather not have my insurance go up." As you finish your statement, you move a hand to your shoulder and lower the strap off of one shoulder. You watch his eyes intently as you lower the straps on your other shoulder. You're playfully biting your lip now and his fingers have stopped working tnat machine. The dress is tight enough, that it's staying up on its own. You take both hands and big to move the bodice of the dress lower, exposing more cleavage. His fingers still aren't working the machine again. You place the index finger of your right hand on your right knee, and begin slowly, sexily, running a finger up your thigh until you hit the fabric of the bottom of your dress. "Alright, Ms., I may be able to think of one way to help you out of this situation." He walks around your car and slips into the passengers seat. Without a word he unzips his pants, reaches into them and pulls out his cock. You hadn't expected a cock so well formed. The size was perfect... a large swollen head, a lithe though unbendable shaft, that was probably an average length. "If you want out of this ticket, you're really going to have to try hard to convince me." You smile at the thought of the challenge. He's got no idea what he's up against. You're good enough, he'd let you get away with armed robbery. You reach over and take his cock from him. While working it with your right hand, you use your left to slide your dress up more and show the officer your black lace panties. You rub your hand down over your pussy, rubbing it determinedly. You watch as his face goes from delight, to one of possible mischief. He moves your hand away from his cock and zips up. "Ms., this needs to stop. I'm going to have to ask you to get out of the car, and place your hands on top of the hood." His tone is serious, and you're startled. Crap, I thought I had him, you think. His door is open, and he's stepping out. He speaks again in a harsher demanding tone, "I said NOW, Ms." His tone startles you. You open the door and step out. With your hands on the hood, the office says, "I'm going to have to arrest you with attempting to bribe an officer of the law." Fuck no! You're screaming in your head. Outwardly, you just go wide-eyed and look over your shoulder at him. He has his cuffs removed from his belt, and in one smooth motion, your left hand it behind your back and in a cuff. Roughly, he reaches for your second hand places the free cuff around it. "Do you understand why you're being arrested?" he asks seriously. "Uh." Is all that comes out of your stunned mouth. He pushes on your head, so you're bent with your face against the hood. You can't believe you thought you could get away with seducing a cop so you could get out of a ticket. What a horrible idea. He begins to explain that he'll need to pat you down to ensure you don't have any weapons on you. "How the hell can I have a weapon on me? Look at what I'm wearing! You really are an asshole." you sputter. He just ignores you, as he begins to pat you down. His hands start at your ankles, and slide up. Your legs are bare, what the hell does he think he'll find?! His hands rise up past your knees, and along your soft thighs. His hands don't stop at your hem line. They're under your dress, and running over your ass. He curls his arms around on either side of you, and his hands travel across your panties, just above your pussy. You feel him shift his weight, and suddenly there's a bulge grinding into you from behind. This fucker just wanted to cuff me, and fuck me, you realize. Ha. You had been successful, and you realize it now. You rotate your hips, grinding your ass into his growing bulge. He lifts the bottom of your dress up, exposing your ass. Without pausing to take in the sight, he tugs on your panties until they fall to the grown. You feel his hand cup your pussy from behind, and his middle finger slides between your lips and circles your clit. "Oh no, officer, you shouldn't be doing this" you say in a sexy, low whisper. You shouldn't be wanting to run your fingers into my pussy, sir". And with that, he slips a finger into you. You've got him figured out now. You know what he wants. "Handsome officer, please stop, I don't want your cock deep inside me while push back against you". His hands move off of you, and hear the distinct sound of a zipper being undone. You feel him step up behind you, and the tip of his cock is placed right at your entrance. "Sir, you really should make sure I don't speed again", and with that, the tips pushes into you, followed slowly by his full length. "Oh god, officer, I'll never speed again, I promise" you breathily say as his hands grip either side of your hips, allowing him to move into you with more force. "Ok officer, I've learned my lesson, honestly. Just stop now, and don't lick my pussy." Mid-thrust he stops and pulls out. With his hands, still on your hips, he flips your around and lifts your onto the hood. You shyly close your legs, pretending at modesty. He places a hand on either knee and pulls, you resist just enough to make it fun. As your legs spread, he begins kissing his way from your knee. He kisses, all around your pussy, and playfully bites at your thighs, then, as you begin to ache you feel his tongue slide along you, over your clit, around it, back over it, and around it again. You breathing is becoming shorter. The man has talent, you can't deny him that. He's causing you to feel the recognizable build up to a release. "If you don't stop officer, you're going to make me cum". With that, he quickens his technique. Your legs lock around his head as your grind your pussy against his as you shake and squirm while cumming. "Officer, can show you my appreciation for the lessons you've taught me today?" You're controlling this entire situation, and you love it. He lifts you off the hood, and stands you up. Still cuffed, you lower to your knees and circle your tongue around his cock. "Would sliding your cock into my cute little mouth show you the appreciation I feel?" You ask just before putting your lips over the tip and doing a handful of really shallow bobs of the head. You stop, and look up at him. He nods his head yes. You go back to your routine, though this time, you bob shallow a few times, then take him all the way into your mouth. This is going to make short work of him. You can feel his cock loading with cum as you continue. His body tenses, but you keep going at the same pace and same routine. A salty jet of cum hits the back of your throat and you begin swallowing all of it, making sure he understands how thankful you are. I'm Sorry Sir but This Elevator... I awoke with a start. Sitting bolt upright and sticking to the plastic strapping of the lawn chair, I squinted hard and tried to blink some clarity into the blazing world that I had awoken to. I reeked of booze and looking at my arms, hands and chest I realized that I was covered in beer. Hearing a familiar chuckle I strained to make out the silhouetted figure hovering over me. "Jesus Hammer, what were you thinking?" I asked. "Har har" he laughed in his best pirate impersonation. "The beer may be hot but at least it's free" he added with his patented toothy grin. The warm liquid stung as it rolled from my brow into my eyes. I rubbed them roughly, only adding to the already increasing roar of my mounting headache. The fog started to clear and one small comfort began to take shape before my clouded and bleeding eyes. I had somehow ended up on the deck of my pool in my own back yard. Hallelujah. "How in the hell did we get home last night?" I asked as I struggled to my feet. "You drove" Hammer grunted as he flopped back into his lounger like a great pink salmon thrown on the deck of fishing boat. "I drove?!?" Incredulously I continued, "you can't be serious, I was a freakin' wreak". "Well no one ever accused you of being a rocket surgeon" he observed after a long pull on his mug of beer. "I'll say" I thought to myself as I crouched at the pools edge splashing water on my face. The last thing I remembered from the night before was playing pool at Slacks, the local strip joint. Handsome Steve and The Big Russian were in fine form leading our little band of merry men down the righteous path of drunkenness and debauchery. The true horror of the night's debacle was only just starting to unfold as I noticed for the first time that I was wearing a tiger print thong and nothing else. "Good god" I groaned and looked over to see that my bloated buddy of 25 years had on the same gear. "Don't even tell me" I croaked as I stumbled back and lay back down on my chair. Although we were tucked back into the southernmost tip of the deck area, where the breeze was normally at its best, the day was already excruciatingly hot. Even the giant elms with their broad leaves and wide canopy of shade couldn't provide any shelter from the blistering heat. The sun was slightly behind us and seemed further to the west than it should have been. "Dear lord, have we been here all day?" I asked of no one in particular. Judging by its position in the sky, it had to be at least 3 in the afternoon. My skin already a bright red, the searing sun had poached me like great greasy egg as I had slept. Dejected, stinking and horribly disappointed in myself, I looked up to see a lonely pint of beer sitting on the table between Hammer and myself. "Hair of the dog" I thought as I raised the glass in a mock toast to last night's stupidity and look a long steady drink. Grimacing hard, I double-clutched and nearly barked. Coughing out a barfy "Sweet Jesus", I looked at Hammer in disgust. "What did you do, boil this shit first?" "Har har" he guffed giving me that fucking crooked grin again. I wondered how in gods name this day could possibly get any worse. Well, as if god himself was tapping in, my question was immediately answered. Across the pool, on the far side of the deck, the patio door of my house opened and out walked...THE WIVES. "Oh this is just fucking great" I moaned. "You have some splainin' to do boy" Hammer muttered referring to the lecture the girls had given us the night before. They had berated us at length as to the evils of drinking and driving; telling us they would splay us like gutted dear and impale our heads on pikes on the front lawn for all to see if we ever did it again. I sank further into myself. What an ass I was. The truth of the matter is that they were right. We had done it before and, apparently, had done it again. As I watched them spread out their towels on their loungers, I knew they were going to be beyond pissed. I puffed a sigh of relief as I saw that they hadn't noticed us and were settling in for a long tall drink of afternoon sun. Now with it almost directly behind us, it would be almost impossible for them to see us. Even though it was only putting off the inevitable for a few hours, it was a brief reprieve that I would gladly take. Hot or not, beer was beer and I needed it bad so I took another gulp. "Christ on a cross, this is awful" I thought, and took another pull. "Ah hem" Hammer phlemed and I followed his gaze to where our wives were reclined. A young man, very fit and shirtless, had come out the back door of our house and was making his way to the girls with a tray of drinks. Tanned and about 25, he was the color of a beer bottle and had the youthful look of a man in his prime. Good looking, he strode with confidence to the table between Mess and Cher. "Who the fuck is that?" I asked. Noticing his presence, the girls said something to each other and had a good giggle. He smiled at their comment and placed the drinks on the table. As he bent over, my wife reached back and with a devilish grin, gave him a brisk smart slap on the ass. I couldn't believe my eyes. The man/boy just grinned, finished placing the drinks, stood up and waited at attention, tray under his arm. The girls smiled knowingly at each other, reached for their frosted cocktail glasses and took long thirsty drinks. Obviously approving of the libations, the pool boy was dismissed with a friendly wave and ladies relaxed into their chairs. With a wry grin on his face he retired to the comfort of my beautifully air-conditioned home. I ached for the cool of the house. I ached to sup on the cool drink my wife had. I ached all over. As I tried to rub away the pain that pounded away at the inside of my thick skull, I noticed a huge lump. "Did you punch me again?" I asked Hammy in my best accusatory, pissed off tone. "Didn't have to" he replied. I looked over and saw that he too had a big nasty bruise on the side of his face. "That's it, no more of that Vodka Redbull bullshit...what the hell did you get me into?" I demanded. "Ah hem" was all he said. I looked over to see my wife sitting up and reaching back behind herself with both hands. I watched as my wife of 6 years and the mother my two kids, undid the lower strap of her bikini top to let it hang between her gorgeous full breasts. "God I love her" I thought. My dad had asked me "How did a guy like you ever manage to get a girl like that?" I had no answer for him. I just figured that I was a very lucky man. She really was as beautiful as the summer day is long. Sandy blond hair framed her perfect face and the brilliant smile that had somehow managed to warm my cold and black little heart. It was her eyes though that put Mess into a league of her own. Piercing blue, they seemed to be a color unlike anything else in nature. Changing with her moods they could at once love you and then, just as quickly, turn and tear you to pieces. Ice ice baby. She reached up to undo the top from around her neck, her breast swaying gently, seductively. Big round areolas, browned from the summer sun, stood out, puffed. "She's turned on" I thought to myself, amused. Jaw dropping a little, I watched as she laid back, raised her butt and slid her bottoms off. I couldn't believe it. She would never even entertain the idea of nude sunbathing with me but, here she was, in the buff around other people. I know that she's been naked in front of Cher before but what if pool boy came back out? What then? Again, as if there was a hot-line to the big Kahona himself, the back patio door slides open and the handsome young man emerged from the house, silver tray in hand. With 4 shooters to deliver, the waiter doesn't miss a beat as he approached the girls from behind and casually placed the glasses on the table one as a time. My wife, naked and exposed, simply looks over at Cher, smiles and picks up a shot. Laughing her great laugh, Cher sits up and takes one of her own. Barely audible at this distance, we hear them say "To the boys" as they clink glasses and down the drinks. Hammer and I look at each other knowing that the girls must have already planned our impending punishment and were relishing in the anticipation of what was to come. Still sitting upright, Cher reached to pull her hair up and off of the nape of her neck. Dutifully, pool boy leaned over and untied the bow that held her suit together. The top fell lazily to her lap. Smaller than Mess, Cher's boobs were pert and firm and proudly saluted the sun. She threw the top into a pile beside Melissa's discarded suit and proceeded to remove the rest of her outfit. Both Hammer and I were now grinning like two fools in a nut-house was we watched our fabulous naked wives show themselves off for this fortunate young stud. Well oiled, their bodies shimmered in the sun like gold leaf, their every move a fluid invitation to be touched and tasted. Adonis stood sentinel over the goddesses as they soaked in the sun as warmly as a mother would gather a child into her arms. "I love bald pussy". Hammer had a knack for ruining the moment. Indeed both of our wives were clean shaven, but the beauty of the moment was obviously lost on my good friend. Cher half turned towards my wife, propping herself up on her right elbow. Too far away to hear what she was saying, I could see the mischief in Cher's smile and the devil in her deep, dark brown eyes. Her thick chocolate brown hair was now pulled back, tight, into a pony tail. Her raw sensuality had brought many a strong man to tears and more than a few women to their knees. I asked Hammer the same question that my dad had asked me. Long John Silver only chucked again. I couldn't tell if Hammer had caught it but I could see the fingers of Cher's right hand tracing soft tiny circles on the side of pool boy's knee. As nonchalantly as one would tickle a cat behind its ears, she stroked the boy and casually talked to Mess about god knows what. Pool boy obviously loved the attention as, even from this distance, we could see his growing interest in the day's events. Not even at half mast, his shorts showed the tell-tail signs of a guy that was packing some serious steel. His expanding pants caused Cher to have to crane further around his torso in order to talk to Mess. Not able to hold back any longer, Mess burst out laughing and together they giggled like a couple of school girls. Unfazed, pool boy stood tall between the women with that same slight smile on his face. Barely able to believe what I was seeing, I sat transfixed as I watched Cher's left hand gently snake its way slowly up and over his knee. Kneading the thick tight muscle of his thigh as she moved, her hand disappeared into the leg of his loose fitting shorts. Still talking casually, as though they were exchanging dip recipes, Cher slowly worked pool boy's tool. Mess nodded slightly in the direction of the boy's crotch, said something and half pointed at the lads' obvious growing discomfort. Tittering, the girls were enjoying themselves immensely. With a deft turn of her wrist, Cher unleashed the beast and brought pool boy out of his confinement and into full view. "Whoa" Hammer and I said in unison. "Wow" It looked like Mess and Cher mouthed at the same time. Grinning broadly now, Cher seemed to weigh the weapon in her hand like a trained soldier. Only at about half strength, it was already too large for her to wrap her hand completely around. Gripping close to the base, his thick cock hung a full 5 inches out passed the end of her fist. He was cut and the orange-sized head of his prick was turning from pink to crimson. Mess nodded her approval and Cher smiled and took the head of his cock in her mouth, barely. Pumping slowly with her hand she worked more of the length of his shaft into her accommodating mouth. She bobbed slowly and deliberately taking more and more of him with each push. A self proclaimed slut in high school, she took to him like a pro. Now, after only a few minutes, the entire length of his cock shone with saliva. Semi hard, his prick would bend and twist slightly as she sucked and tugged at him. She let his tool pop out of her mouth with a smacking sound and it arched down towards her waiting mouth. Watching intently, Mess was now turned on her side propped up on her left elbow. Her right elbow resting on her hip, hand lazily playing with her nipple, she subconsciously chewed on the corner of her lower lip. Taking him in an overhand grip, Cher pulled pool boy like a pup on a leash. Turning him in Mess's direction, she let him go and gave his ass a pat pushing him to her. Mess reached out with her right hand, cupped his balls and pulled him closer. Lolling out a full 9 inches from his body, his cock glistened like a chrome pipe. Mess leaned forward and traced her tongue ever so slightly around the very tip of his twitching cock. Taking bigger and bigger circles, she was soon lapping up and down the length of his pole. Licking. Tasting. Kneading his hairless balls the entire time. Cher seemed to be enjoying the show as she had reached around her leg and was playing with her pussy from behind. As pool boy became harder, he arched back slightly and had to hang on the back of Cher's chair as Mess played. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, Mess opened wide and took the head of his cock into her slick mouth. With a great big smile she looked up and met pool boys gaze. Leaning back, pool boy was starting to feel the pressure build. She sensed this and took him deeper into her mouth. She backed off of the head and let a let a long silvery rope of spit dangle between his prick and her lower lip. He smiled at her porn-star move just as she plunged back down again, this time taking more of him. Backing off again, still smiling and never losing eye contact, she thrust forward taking almost all of it this time. Now she was pulling hard on his balls and we could see him start to hunch forward. Knowing that he was very close, Mess took shorter bobs and worked his shaft furiously with her hand. Swinging her legs over the edge of the chair, she was now sitting and using both hands to pump his cock and all of her mouth and throat to fuck him. Cher got up and sat beside Mess to get a better look. Cher leaned back and started to rub the folds of her own pussy with her hand. Her fingers were slick and webbed from the melt of her own juices. Pool boy scrunched forward grabbing the back of Mess's chair with this right hand and a handful of her hair with his left. He stiffened and we could hear him grunt from where we were. Pulling back her head, Mess twisted and pulled him like wet taffy to a thundering orgasm. Great dollops of cum splashed her chin, throat and chest and ran in rivers between her tits to her lap. Smiling and looking into his eyes the entire time, Mess slowed her stroking as his convulsions subsided. Cher finished at the same time he did. Pulling her right leg tightly over her left, she squeezed hard into her hand and came heavily. She lay prone until we could see that her legs had quit shaking. Sitting up, flushed she reached out and took pool boy's rapidly deflating cock in her hand. Offering it to Mess, the two of them cleaned him off with their tongues. Finished and spent, pool boy tucked is post back up into the leg of his shorts, picked up the tray that he had dropped earlier, smiled at the girls and made his way back to the house. Mess swung her legs up and around Sheri and laid back down on the recliner. Glistening with pool boys cum, she starts to work it into her breast like lotion. Laughing, Cher takes her lead, scoops a couple fingers full and applies it to her own chest. I can see Mess looking over her shoulder towards the door of the house and I know that she is about to bust a blood vessel she's so horny. Jealous and incredibly turned on, I get up to join my beautiful slutty wife and explore this new side of her. Right behind me, Hammer struggles to his feet and is in hot pursuit. "Not so fast kids" we hear behind us. Thinking that someone else has enjoyed the show unbeknownst to us, we turn to see our old friend Nicky the King standing back in the shadows. "Sweet Mary Mother of God Nicky, what are you doing here?" I ask excitedly. It had been a long time since we gotten together and he was always ready for some really good bad fun. A great big bastard with a thick swatch of black hair atop a fuel drummed sized head, he had always been the lead float in our gangs little parade. There was no end to the trouble he could get us into. "I've always been here boys" he said with a smile. "Really, we didn't even hear you" I said confused. I looked at Hammer who, oddly, didn't seem confused at all. He was standing beside Nicky and, although still wearing his bent grin like a badge of honor, looked somewhat the worse for wear. The bruise was now covering the entire left side of his face and his left arm looked awkwardly crimped and pinched into his chest. "It's time for us to go now, the show's over" Nicky said as he pulled the branches of the hedge aside like a curtain. "What are you talking about??? I've got beer in the fridge and bourbon in the cupboard. Let's get into the house and out of this fucking heat and have some fun" I said becoming more and more concerned. Something wasn't right. Unsure if it was the suffocating heat or the blinding headache, I was struggling to understand just what he was talking about. "It's not your house anymore. It hasn't been your house for a year now. They told you not to drink and drive." Nicky explained happily. The pounding in my head was suddenly gone and I saw the light, literally. Minus a few teeth, Hammer smiled his goofy grin, turned, ducked his head and lurched through the whole in the hedge and was swallowed up in its brilliance. "Ahhhhh, I get it......the warm beer, the blistering heat, the tiger stripped underwear....we're not going to my happy place are we Nicky?" I asked rhetorically. "Fraid not Tup, you two are going someplace hot for your little vacation" Nicky the King replied with a smile. And I had always wondered where he had got his name.