0 comments/ 50035 views/ 0 favorites Learning The Ropes By: Graham About a year ago my wife wrote a story which she has finally agreed could be posted. The irony is this story is true... * * * * * About two months ago Graham my husband started to suggest that it would be a real turn on for both of us if I made it with another man while he watched and wondered if I would be interested. I told him that I wasn't but he continued to push the point with me refusing every time. This discussion continued for about 2 weeks then stoped as dramatically as it had started. Two weeks ago Graham invited a friend of his, Tony over for dinner. I have met Tony before and the three of us get on quite well together. As usual Tony and Graham were perfect gentlemen, complimenting me and my cooking. After dinner I told the guys to sit down and I would put the dishes in the machine and make some coffee. While in the process of loading the dish washer Tony came into the kitchen, put his arm around me and said "you know that was a really fantastic meal." I told him that "I was glad he enjoyed it and I like to cook for friends." As I turned round to get more plates Tony's left hand stayed around my waist and he pulled me towards him. I told him, with a chuckle, "to stop playing games, to go and sit down and finish his beer." While Tony was telling me that "his beer was empty, and that he had quite enough to drink" he lowered his right hand and placed it just above my left knee. I pushed his hand away telling him "that a joke was a joke and not to be stupid." For my resistance I received a tickle in the left rib from his left hand that was still around my waste. Being tickled like that turns me to jelly and while I was squirming about Tony supported my weight and proceeded to place his right hand back on my left leg but this time a little higher. The tickling ceased and Tony told me that "there was no need to go to pieces, and that he was just being friendly." I instantly brushed his hand away, my action triggered Tony's second tickle attack. While I was squirming his right hand went back to my leg but a little higher, this time just below my thigh. While continuing his attack he told me that "I had great legs and he often fantasised about having them wrapped around him." Again, Tony stopped the tickling I pushed his hand away and this time tried to break free. The look on Tony's face indicated that he was starting to get angry and sick of this game, but again started to attack my rib cage. This time he slid his hand slowly and deliberately up my leg, under my skirt across my tummy. At the same time he forcefully pushed his leg between mine parting them. He then lowered his hand down my tummy and between my legs, finding the spot he was after. After a few moments of working me with his finger his tickling subsided. Attempting to protest again caused Tony to respond with a sharp poke to the ribs again, just to let me know what would happen if I resisted. The sight of Tony with his hand between my legs, the fact that Graham could walk into the kitchen at any moment was starting to turn me on. Tony, by my subdued resistance realised this and slipped his left arm out from around my waist and started to hike my dress up. I was so frightened, I felt as though I was being raped, but deep down I was starting to get hot. I had a hunk trying to feel me up, and the chance of being caught was just to much. I leaned back against the kitchen counter closed m eyes and submitted. This was what Tony had been working towards his right hand came out from between my legs and with both hands he continued to hike my dress up over my waste. Then as quick as lightning he took hold of each side of my pant straps and pulled hard. There was a sharp tearing sound and they were away leaving me fully exposed to him. The sound brought me back to reality, "Please don't, it's not right we can't do this" I said, His simply placed his hand between my now wet thighs and stroked my protests away. I started to relax, it felt so good, Tony working his finger around, in and out of my pussy and while gently whispering in my ear "I'm going to fuck you right here lady, how do you like the idea." I remember thinking that if he didn't do it soon I would scream the place down. As though he could read my mind he abruptly stopped took one step back, unbuckled his shorts and let them drop to the floor. His cock was about the same size as Graham's but so much thicker, I knew there was no way I would be able to take anything like that inside me. "Go on take hold of it, it won't bite" he said. Slowly and a little reluctantly I reached forward and placed my hand around the shaft, his cock felt so smooth yet hard like a piece of wood. Tony moved slowly towards me. "Do you like it, Ann" he said. "Oh yes" was my reply. "Would you like it" continued Tony. "Yes but it's to thick and what about Graham." "Don't worry about Graham" was the reply as he moved even closer so that I could feel the tip of his cock rub against my leg. "What would you like me to do with it," he asked. "Please put it inside me" I whispered. "What do you want me to do then" he said with a shy smile on his face. At that point I totally lost control, replying in a loud voice "FUCK ME." That was all the motivation Tony needed, he quickly turned me around, pushed my head down on the counter, wrapped his left arm around my waist and with one thrust entered me. Shit his cock felt as though it was going to tear me in half but I wanted it, it was the first time I had been taken so forcefully. The pain became insignificant, all I wanted was his cock but I couldn't get enough of it, even pushing my ass back on him didn't give me all I wanted. I leaned back and whispered in his ear "Fuck me you bastard, bounce me around, hard and fill my tight little cunt with your hot rod, you've waited long enough." With that he started to pound into me with deep hard forceful strokes his body arching to get a better angle." His hands came to my shoulders and he pulled me back forcing me deeper onto him. As I started to shake with my first growing orgasm, Tony stopped pulled out of me, turned me to face him and said "Not yet, your to good a fuck to rush." Dazed by the onslaught I had just been through I vaguely remember being taken by the hand and being led into the lounge room to where Graham was sitting. Tony then lay me on the lounge, took hold of each of my ankles and lifted them up and over my head. I could hardly breath, but my protests were ignored as Tony took the time he needed to positioned himself he then proceeded to slam his rock hard harpoon back into me forcing out a small shriek. "This is lesson number one" Tony said to Graham. "Do it hard and deep." I didn't care what lesson it was, at this point all I wanted was a good fucking. Tony pulled back and again pumped hard into me forcing out another shriek, then withdrew with only the tip of his cock berried in me. "I told you she would like it, this way" said Tony as, with all the power he could muster drove back into me. "Do you get the idea," Tony said. "Yes" was the reply. Well now you try it." With that Tony toyed with my pussy until Graham was undressed then they traded places. Graham, as shown forced my ankles back over my head and pounded into my now swollen pussy as hard as he could. I felt like a real slut, I had never been screwed like this before nor had I ever made it with two blokes but I didn't care I loved it and had never wanted fucking so much in my life. Graham had learned his lesson well and continued to slam into me then pull back force my legs as wide apart as he could then drive back home. He was like a madman trying to do as much damage as possible turned on by my submissive position and partly because he had the audience he wanted. Then as you would expect Graham and I came in a torrid orgasm that still makes me shake today just thinking about it. After Graham had finished he let my legs drop like I was a rag doll, pulled out of me and was replaced by Tony. Tony grabbed me roughly by the waist, turned me over on my tummy lifted my ass into the air and slipped a pillow under me. "This is lesson two," he said to Graham. "But you better hold her down, this could get rough the first time" With that he gently rested his cock between the cheeks of my ass. Graham took his position by my head and pinned my arms down in front of me. I was totally exhausted and couldn't resistance, I knew what was going to happen but could do little to stop him as he pulling my legs apart. "No, stop please STOP" I shrieked. My cries were totally ignored as the cheeks of my ass were forced apart by Tony applying some lubricant with his fingers. "Please DON'T I'll do anything but not this please." Tony was not interested in my protests or promises he knew what he wanted and was going to get it, my virgin ass. I pulled, shoved shrieked and tried everything to break loose but it was to no avail. Graham had me pinned down and Tony wasn't going to let his end go. He then moved the head of his cock against my ass and started to push. Each time Tony pushed a shooting pane raked through my entire body. By this time Tony didn't care he was going to take me no matter what happened, after about three or four thrusts he had the head buried, another two or three thrusts and he was about half way in then the final thrust drove the entire length of his dick into my ass. At that point Tony stoped to catch his breath, I could not move or do anything I was pinned both ends. My protests were still being ignored as Tony then started to rock backwards and forwards slowly at first then picking up the tempo. Faster and faster he went, in and out, in and out and then finally he grabed hold of my waist and pulled me against him gaining maximum penetration as he shot his load into me. The experience of that night will be something I will always remember. The initial pain of loosing my anally virginity was nothing compared to the good fucking I received. I only wish it had happened sooner. Tony, Graham and I have had a number of encounters but these I will leave for another day. Girls if you read this take heart, a good hard fuck by two blokes will be one of the greatest session you ever have, your ass is an added bonus. Guys, don't just sit there we want satisfaction... Learning The Ropes I sent my best friend to prison. Well, I didn't actually send him, but I might as well have. I'm a public defender. They don't get much lower than me. Allan, one of my best friends caught his wife cheating on him and stabbed her almost a hundred times with a penknife. He asked me to defend him, even though we both knew he was guilty, but he didn't care because he trusted me. And I, being the lowest of the low, failed as an officer of the court and as his friend. I just walked into my roach-infested apartment from the courthouse today to attend the sentencing hearing. Murder Two, no less than 25 years, and no more than life, eligible for parole in the year 2017. My life hurts. I sit up late in front of the boob tube, laying back lazily in my beat-up old recliner, remote lying amongst the dozens of crushed beer cans on the floor next to my feet. It was going to be a cold, sleepless night, thanks to my relentless weighted conscience. I couldn't stop thinking about what he said in the courtroom today. Right before they carted him off to jail, he whispered into my ear, "You fucked up on purpose. I'll get you for this, Jacob." I can't lie, I'm _still_ shaking. It was just the way he said it, and that menacing look in his angry blue eyes. Like he was going to sit there in his cell and carve my name into his arm so he'd never forget how badly he wants to skin me alive. Every thump and creak in this pre-war building makes me nearly hit the ceiling. I keep glancing nervously at the door and begging my imagination not to run amok. The only good thing about this is that psycho D.A. pushed for the death penalty the entire trial. At the very least, I managed to thwart those plans, but I'm far from pleased with myself. This is stupid, why am I doing this to myself? I'm so emotionally messed up, not even a case of beer is helping me relax. I need something harder. On goes the coat and shoes, grab the keys and out the door I go. Where in fact does a depressed defense attorney go when he needs to get hammered? Why, the only place he _does_ go- a little mom and pop-type bar in the neighborhood called Fischer Tilly's. I park the car and head inside, and the middle-aged blond-from-a-bottle bartender waves at me and blows me a kiss. "Jacob! Hey, hon, where ya' been? I haven't seen you in weeks." She leans over the bar to hug me, and the way her saggy tits melt into lifeless puddles on the wood makes me cringe. There was absolutely nothing attractive about this woman, and yet all she's done in the four years I've known her is confess her love to me. I haven't had the heart to tell her I was gay. It would destroy her. "Yeah, I know, I've been busy. Y'know, court shit and all. Gimmie a scotch neat." "You got it, babe." Those hands begin pouring and waving around effortlessly, and before I know it, there's an iceless scotch sitting there like the fountain of youth, waiting for me to dive right in…and I do. "Thanks, Celia." "Anytime, babe." ________ "CHESTNUTS….roasting on an open fire!!!" I bellow out drunkenly, tossing my arms around in the air like a deranged opera singer. "Alright, toots, tonight, your lucky numbers are eight and six. Now why don't you get your act together and head home?" Celia comes around the bar to lift me up and help me gather my things and head out the door. For a chick, she was surprisingly strong. Then again, I was perhaps 160 lbs soaking wet, and she was easily over the 200 mark. She gropes me shamelessly on the way out, and I'm too drunk to appropriately respond. "Celia, stop…." I grumble. She brings me around into the alley and props me up against the brick wall. "Why should I stop? You're defenseless now." She giggles, reaching those salami-shaped arms out at me. Her thick fingers caress my pale cheeks, then run through my short brown hair lovingly. I whine and cringe, shaking my head in protest. "What's the matter with you, Jacob? Is it me? Am I ugly? What's your problem here?" She was ugly. "No, I just…please, just stop." Oh GOD, was she ugly. And I'm drunk, and she's still ugly. "Why are you so disgusted with me?" She frowns, getting angry. "It's not you, Celia. I…like guys." The words slip from my lips without me realizing it until it was too late. "You WHAT?? Jacob, I've heard them all, but this is a new one on me! Fine, you wanna find your own way home? Go right ahead!" She storms off, but doesn't go back into the bar. She instead storms down the block, huffing and puffing at this imaginary insult. I know in the state I was in, I won't catch up to her on foot. So, I fumble with my keys and get in my car, wanting to pull along side her and tell her I'm sorry. I head down the block perhaps a little faster than I should. I'm along side her now and she's flipping me off. I'm drunk. My reflexes are dulled. I swerve to the right instead of ease to the right. I call out her name. There's a huge screech from my tires and I try too late to brake. I hear her scream and there's a crash. Celia? I black out for a few moments. The next thing I know, my head is on the steering wheel and I'm all wet. There are police everywhere. They are pulling me out of the squished sardine can that was once my car. I see police car and ambulance lights flashing. I also see two paramedics hauling a body bag into the back of the ambulance. Celia. Oh no. I catch glimpses of the police talking to the other patrons of the bar, telling them that we were yelling at each other just before the crash. "Look at this guy, he's loaded." One of the cops points in my face. "Somebody stitch this guy up, now." ___________ "Look, I already told you guys…I wanted to pull along side her. I didn't mean to kill her." I sniffle out, holding the ice pack to my swollen and stitched forehead. "You know what the great thing is about alcohol, Mr. Grant?" The older cop sits up on the interrogation room table casually and leans closer to me. "It removes inhibitions." He smiles and I know exactly what's coming. "From what we've heard, this broad, Cecelia, she hit on you all the time. You couldn't get rid of her. Am I right?" "Wull…yeah, but…" The younger one chimes in. "And the other bartender saw her taking advantage of your drunk state many times in the past. And that he told you about it on more than one occasion. Isn't THAT right?" I lower my head. "Yes." "So isn't it safe to assume that you were a little miffed, I mean…about being violated like that?" The older man raises an eyebrow at me. It was more of an accusation than a question, and I don't bother to grace it with an answer. "HEY! The man asked you a QUESTION, Grant!" The younger one leaps down my throat, pointing violently into my chest. "YES!!" I scream back in his face, leaping from my chair into a standing position. "Yes, she fucking took advantage of me, alright?? You HAPPY NOW??" Tears of anger and humiliation stream down my face. I clench my trembling fists threateningly. "Alright, Jacob. Why don't we just sit back down and relax." The older cop eases me back down into my seat with the palm of his hand. "Mortie, get the man some coffee. Hey, Jacob, how do you take your coffee?" "Black. Sweet. Got it, 'Mortie'?" My lip curls up in a silent growl as the younger cop shoots me a dirty look as he slithers out the door. "Okay, Jacob. It's you and me, right here, right now." The older cop takes a seat immediately next to me. "Why don't you tell me what that fight was all about?" "She…she…" I stammer, raking my hair back nervously. ""Just sit and relax. Okay? Are you relaxed?" Both eyebrows raise at me. If I didn't know he was a cop, I would easily mistake that look for genuine concern. This guy was good. "Yeah. Thanks." I sniffle again. "She was asking me why I was so disgusted by her. I kept pushing her away and I was afraid to tell her the real reason. I knew she'd be upset, but I didn't know she wouldn't believe me." "Why? What did you tell her?" "I told her that I didn't like her because I like guys." I stop and really look at him for a moment, looking for any sign of sudden discomfort. "Okay, and what did she say after that?" Nothing. No change. I'm impressed. "She thought it was just another excuse. Then, she told me I could find my own way home and she stormed off, so I got in my car and tried to catch up to her." "I see. Well, I'll be right back. I have to check with some of the other witnesses to see if those words ring any bells. Sit tight, you'll have your coffee soon." And with that, the other guy is gone and I'm alone with a table, three chairs and a two-way mirror. I sit there alone and silent for a total of twenty seconds before some old black guy comes in. "Jacob Grant, you are under arrest for the murder of Cecelia Conway." I barely stand up before the younger cop, Mortie rushes in and cuffs me. "You have the right to remain silent, anything you say or do can be used against you in a court of law." "They're gonna eat you alive in Ryker's, dough boy." Mortie snickers in my ear. "You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you by the state. Do you understand these rights?" I begin crying again. "Yes, sir." I murmur out at the older man as they begin hauling me out of the interrogation room. __________ The arraignment was quick and virtually painless. I was not granted bail because the judge was convinced I was a flight risk, and they were sending me to Ryker's Island until my trial. The good parts were, I didn't have any bail money to begin with, and I finally met a defense lawyer who was more of a loser and a failure than myself. I got a cool new gray suit with my very own serial number, which I took to my very own new cell. Well, it wasn't my very own cell, I had to share it with a cute, thin, long-haired Hispanic fellow that looked just barely on bright side of sexual legality. When I walk in, his half-exposed lean form is draped carelessly over the top bed, his long arms dangling down over the side, fiddling with a felt-tipped pen. The guard who had escorted me here slams the cell door behind me. "Majados, meet your new roommate, Grant. Now play nice, children." He chuckles and walks away. "Yo, Esseh." Majados grins at me mischievously. I wave back stupidly and he laughs. "Lemmie guess…" He smiles fully with beautiful white, perfect teeth, pointing the pen at me. "You ain't never been anywhere near a joint before." "Gee, is it that obvious?" I smile back, hugging myself in slight embarrassment. "I know, why don't you point out the big boss in here?" "They ain't no big boss, esseh, but they be mad little bosses. Why, you plannin' on becomin' one?" He sits up with his back against the wall, tossing his long, straight black hair over his shoulder. "No, I heard that if you ever end up in prison, you gotta find the biggest, baddest mother fucker in the place and beat the shit out of him. Then, nobody will mess with you." Majados bursts out laughing, almost falling off the bed. "Yo, man! You funny! I like you already. But for real, hombre. You don't wanna be fuckin' around wit nobody up in here. For real. You start playin', They ain't gonna see yo ass no more. 'Sides, esseh, they always gonna be someone who fuck wit you. Always, no matter who you fuck up." I sigh. "So there's no hope." I suddenly look up at him and smile. "Say, can I pretend to be your bitch so they leave me alone?" "Ha. Shit, yo. Ain't nobody pretend to be my bitch. If you wanna be my bitch, I'll make you my bitch, but I ain't playin' around wit that shit." A large part of me wanted to offer. He's really, really cute. I begin imagining those long, lonely nights being filled with his firm, sweaty body crawling into bed with me and making me suck his fat, juicy dick. Instead, I merely laugh like an idiot. It must have been that pause. That short, yet meaningful pause that tipped my new roommate off. He hops off the bed and walks confidently up to me. I can see his tight belly and accentuated biceps covered in tattoos. All he's wearing are a pair of boxers that hang loosely off his perfectly defined hips and old, dirty Fila sneakers. He comes right up to me and glares into my eyes. He's got light brown eyes like me, and a beautifully chiseled face. He smells strong and spicy…and horny. He draws a breath to say something and we're both startled by a deep, commanding voice barking out at us. "AY YO!! Whachoo got in there, dawg??" Some big, bald black guy in the cell across from us makes a jerk off motion with a huge fist through the bars. "You gonna make him suck yo dick? You gonna give us a show?? HA HA HA!!" "Yo, shut the fuck up, Antuan. I gave yo ass a show last time when yo momma came to visit me, bitch!" There's wholesale laughter, but Majados isn't laughing, nor am I. "Mah momma would break yo skinny spic ass, dawg!" More laughter from the peanut gallery. I got the feeling there would be a lot of that in here. "Majados…c'mon, let's sit down." I touch his arm gently. He pulls away angrily, turning to me. "Don't…touch me, punk. Don't you ever fuckin' touch me unless I say to touch me, a'ight, bitch??" I take a step back and frown. I nod, the fear and realization of just what I'm in for hitting me full force. I didn't know exactly what was in store, but I knew it was gonna be a bumpy ride. _________ Now I understood why the guy higher up on the totem pole around here always got the top bunk. Last night was a whole new world of discomfort, and I woke up this morning itchy, cold, exhausted and achy from sleeping in all the wrong positions to compensate for the complete lack of allotted maneuvering room on those damn miniscule laughable excuses for the most low-budget mattresses on the face of the Earth. I'm starving, I'm irritable, I'm still very itchy and may God help any hapless asshole who gets in my grumpy little face this morning. When they herded us into the cafeteria en masse like cattle, I get a good look at who I was going to have to deal with while I was in here. Armed guards were everywhere, swarming around the herd in constant non-verbal threat. About 86% of the residents were of African or Hispanic persuasion, and the rest were mixed with White, Middle-Eastern, Native-American, and even one Asian guy. As I look around, I see a lot of Moslems. I wonder why there are so many Moslems? The Asian guy wasn't sitting with anyone, so I made sure to sit by him when we got our food. I begin to speak to him, and all he can do is gulp down his food. When I look around again, I notice that everyone's gulping down their food. When I take a good gander at what's on my tray, I almost throw up. Moldy ham, a leaky, half-rotten tomato slice and something orange and mashed that didn't look altogether like the perfectly balanced breakfast. "Good God, I'm not eating this!!" I whisper harshly to the Asian guy, and he shoots me a look of death with a tomato of his own hanging halfway out of his mouth. "Get lost, fucker." He mutters out. I take a good look at the orange substance. I lean down and sniff it. Oranges? Its mashed oranges…yuck. But it was also the only thing I was going to get before lunch, and I was absolutely starved. I dig my fork in the stuff and put it to my lips when this little buzzer goes off, startling me. "Alright, people, c'mon, move it. Back to the cells, all of you." Son of a bitch. I'm headed back to my cell, passing all these guys that are hanging out in the corridors. They shout things at me, holler out degrading names and shit like that. It pisses me off, but I keep walking. Suddenly, someone grabs my ass and I turn angrily to see who it is, ready to punch that guy in his irritating, ugly face. "Funny meeting YOU here, Jacob." The color suddenly drains from my face and I'm suddenly unable to move. Allan. They guy who swore his revenge on me was standing here face to face with me. He moves closer, backing me up against a wall. "I missed you, Jacob. This place you sent me to for so long is driving me insane. But now…" Both of his bright blue eyes widen for a moment. "Now, I get to have you as company. Quite poetic, don't you think?" He wraps his arms around my waist and tears begin forming in my terrified eyes. //This man is going to kill me.// I keep thinking to myself, //and I'm too scared shitless to stop him.// "¡Vuélvase atrás, la ramera!" I hear a familiar voice snarl out from behind him. "He's mine! Go get one'a yer own, asshole!" Good ole' Majados comes marching towards us looking more than a little annoyed. "Don't tell me to back off, you little whore. This one's been mine since you were one of your daddy's sperm cells. Now why don't you run along and please your own master." Then comes the obligatory chorus of "ooohh"s and "oh shit"s, which does nothing but escalate the situation. "Hey, don't talk to him like that, Allan…" I'm cut off when Majados swings violently at Allan's head. Allan half-turns, catches his arm and uses his own momentum to swing him into the wall next to me. Allan then gives him a quick jab with a foot straight into his rib cage. Majados groans, wrapping his arms around himself and slides to the ground. Maybe I should have warned my poor roommate about Allan's black belt in Karate. Allan then grabs my throat, pinning me to the wall with his own weight, his face a mere inch from mine. His grip on my throat tightens and I hear the voices of the onslaught of approaching guards. "You're mine. Remember that, Jacob. When I see you again, you're mine…" They yank him off of me and he lets go of my throat, and I go into a hysterical coughing fit. "You're MINE, Jacob!" He calls out as they haul him off out of sight. Still shaking, I slink down next to Majados, but don't touch him. "You alright, man? I'm really sorry about that, Allan knows Karate." He just glares up at me angrily, but says nothing. "I don't know why you helped me, but thank you." "Huh. Cualquier." Some more guards come and take Majados into the infirmary. For now, everyone is so riled up from the fight, to ensure that a riot doesn't ensue, they tell everyone to go back to their cells, including me. And there I wait for him, in my lonely little cell, all by myself. _______ For the next couple of days, I don't see Allan at all, and I learn to eat just as quickly as the others do. It's better that I eat quicker anyway, because it doesn't give me enough time to see what I'm eating. I also visit Majados in the infirmary at least twice a day. His chart says his first name is Antonio. What a cute name. I ask him if I can call him Antonio and he reluctantly agrees. I tell him that he can call me Jacob, or even Jake if he prefers. On the third day, the doctors tell him that he can leave and I escort him into the lounge room. The tiny black and white TV is blaring behind a metal gate, and the reception is so damn poor, I can't even figure out what they're watching. I sit on the couch next to him, glaring at him like an adoring puppy. The two guards are running around like headless chickens behind a surrounding gate. I think they're more worried about us killing them than they are about us killing each other. "I'm glad you're better, Antonio." I smile wide, leaning my head on his shoulder. The few nights I spent without him had made me realize just how much I liked him. "Sheee-it, no thanks to that punk ass friend'a yours. I'm glad they put that mutha fucka in the hole. It gives that bitch s'more time to think about how dead his ass be when he come back out." A few of the guys chuckle at his words. One of them in particular reaches right over me and whacks him on his sore shoulder. Antonio cringes in pain. "Ay yo, mon." An enormous, Neanderthal-ish type guy with a thick Haitian accent cackles at him. "I tought you let dat master'a yurs handle dem tings." Learning The Ropes Majados suddenly shoots up from the couch, yelling loudly. "Yo, shut the fuck up, Morocco, you stupid fuck! I ain't GOT no master!" "Oh, really?" A large white man with a tank top, sweatpants, a bandanna around his neatly-groomed head and enough muscles to try out for Mister Universe comes walking in confidently with about six other white guys behind him. I had seen him before in the lounge area, playing poker with those friends of his and about four or five others, but he never said a word to me. He never even really looked at me. He stomps meaningfully in front of Antonio and those friends of his follow. Antonio's face turns stark white. "Why don't you repeat what you just said to ME, Candy Ass?" He smiles confidently. He's missing a tooth in the worst possible place and I have to struggle to keep laughter in. Otherwise, he'd have been a halfway decent-looking guy. Antonio begins to speak, but stumbles over his words. "Looks like he got that sweet ass'a his busted up, Mason." "Yeah, Mason, looks like the little twat got what he deserves." "Why don't you teach him a lesson and give him a little more?" Those goons of his were making me more pissed off by the minute. I was severely outnumbered here, and I knew damn well what could possibly happen if I stood up for Antonio at this moment. Only I didn't give a damn. "Why don't you leave him alone and take your cro-magnum henchmen with you?" I narrow my eyes at him sternly. Then, the whole room was silent. All eyes were on me in complete and utter shock and disbelief. After almost a full minute of silence, Mason looks at me with a half smile. He looks at me as though I were a newborn kitten attempting to be intimidating. "Excuse me?" I stand up, only coming to a little under his shoulders in height. "I told you to leave Majados alone. He's been through enough and I think you've proved your point." Everyone including Mason and his buddies burst into hysterical laughter. Everyone, that is, except for poor Antonio, who merely looks as me with regretful doe eyes. "Well, isn't that amazing." Mason mockingly pats me on the head. "It looks like Candy Ass here got himself a bitch. How cute. And I suppose he neglected to mention me." He sticks out a hand, still smiling. "I'm Jeremy Mason." I go to shake his hand, but I pause for a moment, looking into Mason's brownish-green eyes for any sign of this being a trick. Every instinct in my body was telling me not to buy into this. I look around for the guards, knowing how out of hand this was about to get. I notice that both of them are nowhere to be seen. A wave of panic washes over me, but I do my best to keep my cool. "Jacob Grant." I don't shake his hand. "Well, Grant, welcome to Sing Sing." And with that, he pile-drives his fist into my face, knocking me back halfway across the room and into the metal gate. There's a roar of voices, all shouting different things at once, and none of them are on my behalf. My vision goes blurry and there's a piercing pain in my nose. I knew it wasn't broken, but it still hurt. "C'mon, Candy Ass, why don't you show your new bitch all the things I've taught you." I scramble onto my hands and knees just in time to see Mason grab Antonio by his long black hair and drag him off the couch and on his knees before him. With the other hand, Mason points at me. "Somebody get that skinny little fuck over here. I want him to see this." Antonio bursts into tears, vainly begging his captor to stop. One of his goons comes over and drags me by my hair and the back of my neck closer to them, then forces my head up so I have no choice but to watch him humiliate Antonio. "Please, Mason, don't do this…" My voice is weak and nasal, and nearly incoherent. I shut my eyes as Mason pulls his fully erect cock out of his sweatpants and shoves it into Antonio's tear-streaked face. "Watch!" The man holding me smacks me upside the head. I begin sobbing silently as Antonio takes it in his mouth and sucks it, using both hands on Mason's balls. The crowd is cheering and some of them are even lining up behind Mason for a turn of their own. "How do you like that, huh, bitch?" The man holding me grips my hips tightly, unbuttoning my issue outfit, slowly disrobing me. "Is this turning you on? You wanna jerk off?" I find myself too weak and drained to struggle. I also knew it was pointless. He reaches into the opening and feels around the waistband of my briefs, searching for my cock. Unfortunately for him, I was far from turned on, but this guy seemed determined to change that. "Oh, don't worry, bitch. It's about to get a lot better." Suddenly, Mason yanks his dick away and turns Antonio around by his hair, dragging him back onto the sofa, then bending him over the top part. Then, he drags down his boxers so that his tight, apple ass is in the air and completely vulnerable. There's something about seeing that beautiful, coppered ass of his that makes my own cock stir. Not only that, but the man who was holding me has been rubbing and stroking my package through my underwear. "Get him over here." Mason makes a 'c'mere' gesture with a finger, and the man drags me over. "Leave him alone, Mason, he's new! He don't know shit!" Antonio cries out in panic through his tears, but doesn't turn around. "Shut the fuck up, Candy Ass." Mason whacks that ass so hard, it leaves a red mark. Antonio whimpers, but doesn't scream. He turns his attention on me, taking a hand and cupping my semi-hard cock with a smile. "This is exciting you, isn't it, Grant? Take off your clothes. NOW." I begin stripping, pulling my outfit below my knees, and sliding down my underwear, hiding my package with both hands. My whole body's shaking, but I feel more humiliated for Antonio than myself. "P-p-please don't do this…" "Turn around, grab his ass and fuck him. I want to see what you got, boy." I put my head down shamefully. "No, I can't. I don't want to hurt him." He grabs me by the neck tightly. I let out a choking sound and he tightens even more. "Fuck him, or I'll fuck you. And you don't want me to fuck you. I'd tear that skinny asshole of yours to shreds." He lets go and I gasp for air, gripping onto Antonio's slender hips. He turns his head to look at me. His face seems a bit calmer now. I give him a sorrowful look and he manages a small, comforting grin. "Go on and fuck him, bitch." I grab my semi-swollen dick, and work it a little bit so it grows to almost full hardness. I close my eyes and begin gathering up spit in my throat. I had never fucked anyone without even a little bit of lube, and quite frankly, I'm convinced that I'm about to rend my poor roommate asunder. He pushes his sweet ass back towards me to let me know it's okay. I pry his ass cheeks apart and drool all over his tight pucker, poking one of my fingers just barely into it with the greatest of ease. He groans heavily as I do this, urging my finger into him deeper. I oblige him, getting it almost up to the knuckle before he sucks in through his teeth, his ass recoiling from me. "Ah, fuck…" He breathes out, more from pleasure than pain. I spit into his ass again, taking my other hand and wrapping it around his throbbing member. "Fuck me, Jake." He whispers. "It's okay, just fuck me." I'm suddenly a lot calmer about this. I begin blocking out the shouts of horny inmates stroking off to this obscene display. I no longer hear Mason's urging demands or feel the sharp pain in my face from Mason's earlier assault. All there is right now is the chattering of the blaring TV and Antonio's willing, naked body, begging me to take him. It was as if the two of us were the only ones in the room. I slowly slide my finger from his hole, and He lets out an elongated sigh. The more I stroke his bloated cock, the closer that gorgeous ass presses against my raging hard-on, and the more hard-pressed I am to keep from just shoving it deep inside him. I drool all over my cock and let it drip down over his smooth ass cheeks, and down in between them. When I'm satisfied, I rub my rigid cockhead in between those cheeks, getting it soaking wet. He reaches behind him and pulls his own ass cheeks apart for me so I could continue stroking his dick. I slowly work the head of my cock into his pink pucker, making sure to stroke his prick with equal vigor. I revel in how his whole body trembles and bucks against my hand and my dick, and how he gasps and moans for more. "¡Ah mi Dios! That's it, Jake…fuck me harder!" Again, I oblige him. Once I have the entire length of my cock within him, I begin this steady rhythm, fucking that sweet, tight ass with slow, smooth, confident strokes. He pushes back into me on each thrust, crying out blissfully, begging me to fuck him harder, but I don't. He pushes his ass back into my dick faster, trying to quicken the pace, but I grab his hips with my free hand and steady him to my slow, torturous rhythm again. "Please, Jake! I need it faster…I'm too close!" I smile wide, making him ejaculate quicker being part of the plan. He's so used to getting it fast, that this slow fuck is driving him crazy. I caress his back and hips, keeping this up, working his cock at a slower pace now too, which is making Antonio squirm and buck his hips against me wildly. His moans are heightening now, and his ass is supplying me with it's own lube, making my rigid prick slide effortlessly in and out of his welcoming canal. His cock throbs and jumps, hot pre-cum leaking from its inflamed head and onto his trembling thighs. I can feel how close he is to achieving orgasm, and I tease and taunt his body, trying to prolong it, seeing as how I'm not terribly far behind. Just then, I feel a hand grip my ass, smearing somebody's thick, warm load all over my own asshole. I moan even louder, knowing exactly what's about to happen. As I pump my cock into Antonio, I feel the thick head of a pulsating cock slide easily into my ass. It doesn't thrust, because it doesn't have to. I'm doing all the work. That alone gives me incentive to buck in and out faster, bringing me closer and closer to my own orgasm. I feel a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me close into a warm, muscular body. It then occurs to me that this fast pace isn't going to make Antonio cum as quickly, so I try my best to deny my own urges and see-saw between the two of them at the rate I had going before. It isn't easy, especially since the cock behind me begins sliding itself deeper into me until it reaches the hilt. I'm dizzy and giddy with desire, and I've never heard myself moan and scream as loud as this before. I hear Mason immediately in back of me, grunting softly in my ear, telling me how hot and tight my ass is. I respond by coming down on his cock completely, then pulling it almost all the way out, then spearing that fat piece of meat deep into me again. My dick does the same to Antonio's ass, and from the way he's moaning and crying out for more, I'm only encouraged to keep it up. The more I pump between the two men, the closer my purple cockhead is to shooting my load into my roomate's tight, dripping wet asshole. My hand relentlessly tugs and strokes Antonio's veined prick, concentrating on the sweet spot right under the bulbous head. His gasps and moans escalate into sharp screams of ecstasy as his back suddenly arches forward, his hands gripping tightly onto the fabric. "Ah God!! Ah, Jake, I'm cumming! Oh God, I'm cumming!!" He screams out hoarsely, and I feel his balls rise up as his thick, raunchy seed comes spilling out all over my fist, all over the couch and dripping on his trembling thighs. His explosion sets my own off. I grip onto his sexy hips, ramming my cock home with amazing speed as Mason pulls my waist close and begins fucking me the same way. I can't take it anymore. My tortured member impales that tight, coppered ass violently as I come reeling into this unimaginable orgasm that makes me pump and thrash into him as my own steamy jet of sperm shoots off deep into my hot roommate's sweet hole. I pant and gasp heavily as the last of my cum leaks from the head, and when he pulls his ass away from me, thin lines of my salty jizm coming pouring out of his abused pucker and all the way down his toned legs. Mason is still fucking me, and without the stimulation to my cock, it begins to hurt. Antonio slides down to sit on the couch regularly, leaning all the way over to stroke my sensitive cock and lick my emptied nuts clean. I jump slightly at how sensitive he's making me, and I entwine my fingers into his long, luxurious hair. "Oh yeah, baby…you feel so good. I loved fucking that beautiful ass of yours." I moan out to him breathlessly. My fingers slide gently to his face, sensually caressing his smooth cheeks and lips. He closes his eyes and kisses my fingers. My cock is still rock hard from Mason ramming into me, but my body feels drained. One of Mason's hands pushes Antonio's head away and he sits back on the couch. He yanks his cock out of me while the other hand grabs me by my hair, and he pushes me down onto my knees facing his tensed cock. I open my mouth as he jerks his cock off, shooting off his own ivory cum all over my face and neck. He groans out loudly as the last of it drains out of him, and then orders the both of us to clean up his mess. We both kneel down before him, gladly lapping up the pearled delight from his muscular body. He puts his hands on his hips, looking down at us triumphantly as we tongue-kiss each other, sharing his reward eagerly. As we work, his goons split up to bring us wet towels to clean up the place with so no one would get in trouble when the guards conveniently decide to return. Mason informed me of how things will be around here. If I was going to stay, I was to be his bitch when he was around, and that when he wasn't, Antonio was to be mine. See, Antonio was up for parole in less than a week, and Mason was glad he found a "replacement" before then. That night, after the infirmary checked out my nose, we all went back to our cells, Antonio and I had our own private little party that kept us up all night long. We suffered for it when the morning jog came, but it was more than worth it. Later that day, my lawyer and the D.A. came to visit me and we all settled on a plea bargain. I'd plead guilty of a misdemeanor, get ten months of community service and no jailtime. I was thrilled, but also somewhat disappointed. They escorted me into my cell to get my things and I hug Antonio goodbye. I whisper to him that I'd call him when I got home. His gorgeous brown eyes threaten tears, but he manages to swallow it down for now. "I may be out in a week, Jake." I hear him shout out as I leave. "Good luck." I smile back. __________ Well, since I've been out, I've had to put the pieces of my life back together. I found out that I had lice from the bed and had to treat myself for days to get rid of them, and I went to get tested for HIV immediately. Thank goodness it came up negative. I lost my job due to my new criminal record, I had to look for another place because my entire neighborhood saw me as a reckless killer. I ended up having to sleep at my parent's house for the rest of the week because of angry civilians tossing bricks into my windows. I spoke to Antonio every day, and found out that Allan came back the day after I left. He tried to get information about me from Antonio, but Mason and his goons beat him up, and Mason landed himself in the hole for a few days because of it. I jumped for joy when Antonio was granted parole at the end of the week. He had a friend from Columbia that got him a job at a tire shop the next day, and my parents couldn't afford to support me anymore, so I ended up going on public assistance. Between the two of us, we were able to afford a small apartment together. We only had a twin bed and an alarm clock, but we were happy. The bed wasn't lice infested and the walls weren't roach infested, and that was all that really mattered. The week after, the Welfare office set me up with a computer training program and I had a receptionist job before I knew it. Antonio and I were able to afford more furniture and make our lives as comfortable as we could. Not only did we have fun every night by ourselves, but once or twice a week, the both of us would make conjugal visits to our old friend Jeremy Mason. He appreciated it, but groomed another bitch for himself anyway. Antonio and I made sure the new kid learned all the ropes on how to please Mason, and the two of us as well. He's a real babe, this one: short black hair, dark, mysterious eyes, a baby face and a great set of pecs. Mason has great taste in bitches, it's a good thing he knows how to share them. As for Allan, it turns out he's being transferred to a higher security prison out in Arizona because he tried to escape. I was told that he'll be there for the next 25 years, so I didn't have to worry about him anymore. One quiet evening, Antonio and I were snuggled on our new couch halfway paying attention to the ten o'clock news through one of our many make-out sessions. The reporter mentioned Allan's name and I felt my heart drop into my ankles. En route to the Arizona prison, the bus tipped over and everyone who was aboard was found dead, except for good ole' Allan who was missing. Antonio grabs my shoulder and squeezes tight. "Don't worry, baby. He won't ever find us. He wouldn't know where to look." I turn to face him with a panic-stricken look on my face and draw a breath to speak. That's when the phone rings. My life hurts. (To Be Continued...) Learning the Ropes I was sitting in the back seat of the car, watching trees passing by. My parents were up front, talking about our relatives and the things they remembered about them. They were driving me to visit my aunt, uncle, and cousin for two weeks. They had called and said that they wanted to see me before I went away to college in the fall. Plus, it would be a good time for Karen and I to catch up on things. I sat back and stared out the window of the car remembering my cousin Karen. She was the same age as me and always found a way to annoy me. The last time I saw her was at our family reunion four summers ago. We were both fourteen at the time and puberty hadn’t been that kind to her. She was overweight and had pimples all over her face. She also wore these thick glasses. The only time she wasn’t bothering me was when our older cousins were picking her on and I was defending her. I guess irking me was Karen’s way of showing appreciation for that. I wondered if being eighteen had changed her any. I snapped out of my daze as we pulled into my relatives’ driveway. I got my bags out of the trunk and followed my parents up to the door. As soon as my mom rang the bell, I could hear my aunt yelling inside the house. My aunt and uncle opened the door and squealed in delight at the three of us standing there. I walked into the house, enduring the hugs and kisses from my aunt, and the questions from my uncle. Through the commotion, I heard my mom ask where Karen was. “Oh, she’s upstairs,” my aunt replied. “Karen, get down here and say hi to your cousin.” “Coming,” I heard a voice reply. The sound of footsteps could then be heard coming down the stairs. As Karen appeared, time seemed to slow down. She was no longer the overweight cousin I remembered. Karen had lost some of the weight and was quite voluptuous. Her thighs were a nice thickness and her butt had a little jiggle. Although she was wearing a sweat suit, you could clearly see that her breasts had grown to a nice size, too. Karen was also no longer wearing glasses, and her chocolate colored skin looked smooth and clear. Her dark brown hair hung around her shoulders and bounced as she came down the steps. “Girl, look at you!” my mom said as she embraced Karen. “She started taking better care of herself once she got interested in boys,” my aunt said. “Mom!” Karen yelped in embarrassment. Then she looked at me. “Hey Jason,” she said. “Hey Karen,” I replied as she came over and hugged me. I tried not to let my shock show as I hugged her back, smelling the scent of strawberries in her hair. The softness of her chest felt good, and I was glad she let go before she felt the beginning of my erection. We then sat around and caught up with our lives over the last two years. The next weekend, Karen and I were walking through the woods near her house. We were talking about something, but I couldn’t concentrate because of what she was wearing. Karen had on a white tank top with no bra, exposing the sides and cleavage of her big tits. She was also wearing these denim shorts that just exposed the bottom of her ass cheeks and sandals that showed the world her beautiful feet and toes. After walking and talking a while, we came to a break in the trees where a small river flowed. We sat down at the edge to relax. As we talked, Karen slipped off her sandals and put her feet in the water. I took off my sneakers and did the same. We leaned back and looked up at the clouds like we did when we were little kids. This time, it felt different though. As I sat there thinking, Karen leaned over and kissed my cheek. “What was that for?” I asked. “That was just to thank you for standing up for me all those times. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have the self-esteem I do now.” I couldn’t think of anything to say in response, so I just smiled at her. She looked me in my eyes and I felt my stomach twinge. She then peeled off her shorts, leaving on just a white thong that showed off the incredible roundness of her ass. Karen ran into the river and went under. Her head popped up and she asked me to join her. I took off my tee shirt and shorts, leaving on my boxers, and waded in with her. We swam around and splashed water on each other for a while. After some time, I went back on the riverbank and sat down. As Karen started walking out of the water, my heart was pounding. Her wet hair was glistening in the sun. Through her wet tank top, I could see the outline of her hard, dark nipples and areola. I could also see the outline of her pussy and pubic hair through her thong. She looked at my shorts and smiled. “Jason, have you ever been with a girl?” “No,” I replied. “What about you?” She looked at me as she answered. “I have been with a couple of guys, but they weren’t that good. But, I learned what I like.” After she said that, she moved closer and kissed me. I closed my eyes as her soft lips pressed against mine. I felt her tongue pushing at the edge of my mouth and parted my lips. I reveled in the sweet taste of her breath as she took my hand and placed it on my chest. I started rubbing and massaging her nipples through her shirt while her hand started moving up my thigh. I tensed up a bit as her hand slid under my boxers and found my balls. She must have sensed my reluctance because she pulled back and said to me, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” She laid me down and straddled on top of me. I looked into her deep brown eyes as she pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it next to her. Her breasts bounced from the motion and her dark brown nipples mesmerized me. She pulled me up and whispered in my ear. I did as she requested and, using my hand, brought her breast to my mouth. She moaned as I started sucking on her nipples. She reached down and started massaging my hard-on as she whispered instructions to me. I would lick, suck nibble and massage her tits as she requested. I guess I was doing the right thing because I started to feel warmth radiating from in between her thighs. She then climbed off of me and arranged our discarded clothes like a blanket. She lay down on them and slowly peeled off her thong, giving me a little show. She spread her legs as she told me she was going to give me a lesson on how to eat pussy. Doing what I was told, I rested my chin on the space in between her legs and started my lesson. I started by gently licking the inside of her lips. I was surprised by how much I enjoyed the smell and taste of her musk. In between moans, she would instruct me on how to lick and suck on her swollen clit while sliding two of my fingers in and out of her wet pussy. She started stroking my hair as she grinded her womanhood against my mouth. She bucked one last time as I felt her explode on my fingers and lips. Karen then told me to stop and she turned over, lying on her back. She saw the look on my face upon hearing her next request, but she told me she would make it worth my while. I said okay and brought my mouth to her ass cheeks. I lightly planted kisses around them until I was ready. I then spread her cheeks apart and started licking her rosebud. I danced my tongue around her anus for a while until she gave me her next set of instructions. I lay on my back and watched as she slid my shorts off. She then knelt down and brought her lips to my engorged cock. She lightly kissed my swollen head, making my cock jump involuntarily. She then started sucking on it while using her hands to play with my balls. The warmth of her mouth around my member felt so good as her tongue moved around my head. I let out a long groan as I spewed my hot cum into her mouth. She sucked harder as she swallowed it all. Feeling dizzy, all I could do was nod my head as she asked me if that had felt good. Next, I turned over onto my stomach as she asked. The sum was warming my back as her tongue made its way up my legs. I moaned her name as her tongue reached my ass and she started kissing and licking. Her hands spread my cheeks so that her tongue could probe deeper. The sensation caused the blood to return to my already semi-erect penis. Karen could tell I was ready for round two and she told me to get up. She then got on her knees and bent over with her ass facing me. She backed up into me and used her hands to guide my cock into her warm, lubricated pussy. I grabbed onto her thighs as we started moving together, back and forth, in and out. I reached up with my right hand and started to tug at her hair, like I had seen in a movie. She must have liked it, because she started moving faster. The feeling of her pussy surrounding my cock in warm moisture felt so good that I wanted to go deeper. I reached around and grabbed her breasts with my hands, pulling her closer. The sounds of her moaning my name and her ass slapping against my pelvis filled my ears. Karen reached down with one of her hands and started fondling her clit. Her head arched back and her pussy tightened. The feel of her juices dripping down my balls sent me into ecstasy. I gripped her tits as my cock hardened, sending a stream of cum into her waiting hole. Her pussy kept contracting, drawing out every drop from me. We then collapsed into each other’s arms, kissing under the setting sun. Learning The Ropes Amanda said it would be difficult. She was wrong. The modern world isn't like the one she was born into in 1740. In the 21st century the people living next door usually can't describe their neighbours, let alone tell you their names. No. I wasn't rich. Not in the beginning, but that wasn't a problem. Amanda took care of our sleeping arrangements and she was rich. Incalculably rich. She owns a twin-jet Gulfstream GV, a Hummer, and a Bugatti Centenaire Villa d'Este Limited Edition in black and silver...and a castle. You can read about it on the internet. She had it built around the Frankenstein Tower, located in Hills and Dales Park on Patterson Road in Dayton, Ohio. She has people that still give tours of the tower for twenty bucks a pop. The rest of the castle is off limits and she has the guards to enforce the rules, though she has standing orders that college kids breaking into the tower are to be left alone. Well, okay. At first it was hard. The guy she brought me for my first meal was a rapist. He had three coeds under his belt, so to speak when she caught him. I could feel the blood pulsing through his body even before she marched him into my cell. Yes. New vampires have to be restrained or they, well...I tore his throat out with my new hollow canines, wasting all that precious blood. "A neonate must replace all of the blood they have lost to death," she explained as I sucked ravenously at his ruined throat. He wasn't a large man, maybe a hundred and seventy pounds, but he was in good shape - a weekend warrior. It didn't matter. He was enthralled when I jumped him and bleeding out before he knew what hit him. "You must learn to use your fangs properly," Amanda instructed as I sucked at his torn throat, "and take care not to take the blood after the heart stops. It goes bad so quickly." "Your fangs are hollow, my lovely," she continued. "When you can control yourself, you will be able to feel the blood through them. You must learn to pierce the artery without pushing through to the meat on the other side. It requires a degree of delicacy that most neonates are incapable of exercising, but never fear. All it takes is practice." She was right. After I'd replaced the blood I'd lost to death, which took seven full adults since I couldn't use the blood after the heart stopped pumping, I was able to restrain my blood thirst. Ye gods, in the beginning I was ravenous! I hadn't felt that way since...I would say before I could remember, but with my new status as one of the living dead came a near perfect memory. Amanda called it eidetic memory. A layman like myself would call it a photographic memory, though Amanda was more correct. I could remember everything. Every sight, sound, touch, smell and taste from every moment of my life as if it happened only a moment ago. Better yet, all of my senses were preternaturally sharp too. I could smell fear and terror and desire. I could read a newspaper by touch. I could taste everything my victims had for dinner up to three days before. I could hear conversations across a crowded club while counting the pores on my victim's face. The second was a marathon runner who finished third in the last 200k 'Running to Infinity' held in Columbus. He was even smaller, barely a hundred and fifty pounds, but with the constitution of a horse. The third was a woman. She was a little thing with the reflexes of a cat. She worked as a magician for hire when she wasn't breaking into high end mansions in Oakwood. She was the first one I was able to restrain myself with...that is, to enjoy the pulse of her heart in my mouth. As I fed Amanda explained that rape isn't so much about sex as it is about power and control. She explained that in the beginning I would gain the traits of my victims, so she was choosing them for me oh so carefully. Endurance, she said is the primary characteristic of a hero. Intelligence was not an issue, since I now process information faster than a computer, but the ability to keep on keeping on would allow me to stay ahead of the mundane world with their pitchforks and torches. The girl would help me with my dexterity issues. Apparently preternatural speed (movement) does not come with preternatural agility. Even as a neonate I could do a hundred meter sprint in seven and a half seconds, but stopping and, worse, turning was still governed by my mortal reaction time. So Amanda arranged for me to borrow the young cat burglar's reflexes. With number four she taught me to capture the soul, as she called it, using my first victim's need for control. As preternatural creatures, we can access a mortal's subconscious directly through the windows of their soul, the eyes. In theory we shouldn't be able to make them do anything they wouldn't do during normal waking consciousness, but in practice you can talk the subconscious into just about anything. Telepathy helps with that too. Amanda says that we can only read into the upper layers of the subconscious, but let's face it...how deep is the average human mind? All the animal instincts and desires are there, floating just below the surface. Dying may have temporarily turned me into an animal, but it really doesn't take such drastic measures to strip away the veneer of civilization from a mortal. A little push is all it takes. Flight and fight are waiting patiently just beneath the surface. A sudden noise or a bright flash and the combat reactions surface with all the subtlety of a breeching whale. Fortunately sex runs a close third behind fight or flight, depending upon the nature of the victim. An Alpha's fight response can be turned to desire. A Beta's flight response can be turned to willing submission. Sunlight isn't the problem the legends make it out to be either. We just decay faster in direct sunlight. Feeding regularly and fully can mitigate those effects almost completely. Amanda is more than 200 years old and she can pass for human without makeup or glamor. Neither Amanda nor I have experienced any problems with holy items or priests. Churches make me mad, not nervous. Eternal life through the blood of the lamb...who knew that humans were the sheep? Oh, they know about us, these shepherds. They know and they fear us, because they have nothing that can stand against us. Not god. Not faith. Nothing. No thing. The shepherds lie. But that was last year. I'm over it now. I mean, how long can you stay mad at someone for being an idiot...or a coward? Now comes the hard part. According to tradition, after a year and a day a sire is required to kick her fledgling out of the nest and allow him to make his way on his own. Naked. I was well trained by then and had my household already set up. It was an apartment complex in Kettering, complete with hot and cold running children. Tasty children. My servant ran the day-care centre. Children are great because their minds are so malleable and their regenerative powers will never be stronger. The little help those regenerative powers receive from our saliva, which can heal a feeding mark on an adult, but still leave a nasty bruise (at my age), will completely heal a canine puncture mark on four year old's thigh. Sure, it takes four children to make a meal without killing them, but that just means you have to rotate through them. Jeana's Rainbow Center for children housed every kid in the complex. All thirty-five of them, ages two to five. Using my mental powers I already had all the mothers in the complex wishing they had another child. You have to plan ahead when it comes to child treats, er, care. It is amazing just how much government support, assistance and grant money is available to child care institutions and small businesses. Jeana was my servant and the owner of record for the day-care centre. She didn't know it yet, but she would come around. It was just a matter of time. I went over my plan with Amanda and she approved. Apparently Machiavelli was popular even in her day and fear mixed with love has always been a potent protective cocktail. Jeana was a cute little thing. Smart, but with little ambition. She started out watching her neighbours' kids for five bucks and hour. If you figure four kids time eight hours a day, five days a week the math is simple. She was pulling in eight hundred dollars a week, tax free. It wasn't a great living, but it kept her in shoes. I made a suggestion to the apartment complex owner that they should subsidize Jeana's day-care centre. The two women that owned the apartments knocked out the wall between Jeana's place and the apartment next door and wa la! The Rainbow Care Centre was created. And guess what! The government pays better than five bucks an hour. Not a lot more, but with thirty-five kids Jeana was able to hire six coed assistants at ten bucks an hour and increase her own income by an order of magnitude. She even had her own private investigator to do background checks on the employees. Jeana thought I worked for one of the government alphabet soup agencies. One which was classified, of course, and very mysterious. Of course, she never remembered my visits during nap time. By day Jeana worked. By night we played. She never remembered that we played until after it was over. That was part of the draw. Every night was a surprise. Sometimes I would knock on her door pretending to be the complex manager. She would always open the door to check my I.D. This made forcing my way inside easy, for no normal human is a match for a preternatural one. I wasn't gentle with her, but she was usually too frightened to scream. I could hear her screams though. The ones inside her head. "Nooo!" she would cry silently, unable to catch her breath as I roughly crushed her against me, knocking the wind out of her. Then I would bruise her mouth with my kisses as she struggled against me, her tiny fists pounding my chest and sometimes my face. Then I would release her and make her strip naked for my inspection. First the shoes. Then the stockings, followed quickly by the blouse. She always wore a skirt, thanks to my programming. Then went the panties. I made her turn and pose for me in her lacy Guia La Bruna thong and matching bra. She had two sets for every day of the week. One for work and one for me. After forcing her to model her lingerie I would take possession of her body, touching her everywhere. Running my hands over her arms and legs and flat little tummy, but not touching anything erogenous. Jeana was such a slut. Even without my gaze she was always dripping by the time I made her remove her thong. I loved making Jeana watch her own arousal run in rivulets down her thighs. Jeana's breasts were a problem for her, because they were small. Her 34B cup size was barely a mouthful and she hated having to bare them to a stranger. After I had her stripped down to just her bra, I made her take it off one strap at a time. Then unclip the fastener in the front and drop one cup at a time until both hung free from her elbows. Then I tied her wrists with the bra and had her raise her hands up over her head so she was stretched before me. Having her spread her legs was pure torture, for that is how an aroused woman relieves herself. There would be no comforting press of thigh against thigh or pouty engorged neither lips against engorged neither lips. By now she is both terrified and aroused beyond all limits, so I make her touch herself. First down below, stroking herself long and slow...and deep. Then I force her to play with her nipples, teasing them to firm little buds with her wet fingers until she was ready to go just from the stimulation of her nipples. Nipples which, she has discovered, seem to have a direct connection to her moist, maddeningly sensitive, little love button. I have a theory about small breasted women. I figure they have the same amount of nerve endings as large breasted women, but with a smaller surface area i.e. more sensitivity. Jeana's body certainly bore this theory out. I cannot resist the temptation and I step up behind her and raise her bound hands, pulling them back so they settle around my neck. As I nuzzle her delectable throat I can feel the blood surging inside of her. I taste her. Just a short little lick along the line of her jugular. I savour the pulse of her blood against my tongue. I turn her to face me, draping her arms around my neck and shoulders. She shudders as she feels the press of my clothed body against her naked form. I bend my knees and lower my lips her to her nipples, sucking one into my mouth. I let her feel my teeth against her soft skin. She groans into the sensation as the memories rise from the depths of her unconscious. Her body writhes against mine in anticipation of what she knows is to come. Then, when she is teetering on the edge...just about to come, I show her my fangs and she knows all that went before was not about rape. It was about seasoning the blood. I pull her to me and put my mouth against her throat. She moans. I feel her pulse beating against my teeth as my fangs slip a little in anticipation. My left hand drops between her legs and rises into her, stroking her need. She gasps and then collapses against me. I release my control and my fangs punch into her neck, sinking into her artery as she cries out in pleasure and pain. It is too much for Jeana and her body collapses limply against mine. I catch her in my arms, pulling her body tight against me as I feed on the desire and fear surging through her blood. Her blood in my mouth surges with the aftershocks of her desire long after her body stops shuddering against mine. Then it is over. The hormones fade. The blood calms. After several long moments I pull away, retracting my fangs before I drink the last of her life's essence. Jeana is a good servant. Both profitable and tasty. After a year, I am well practiced and, after all, this is just desert. A quick wet lick heals the damage done by my fangs. She won't even have a hickey on her neck to confirm this dream come tomorrow morning. I tuck her into bed naked and pull the sheets over her small breasts. She moans in her sleep, her lips parting for one last kiss...one first kiss. I turn without tasting those lips. Perhaps tomorrow I will taste her other lips when they are wet and juicy, like a succulent lamb. Perhaps. Perhaps not.