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My Day

By: Markdown72



"Oh no, Kenny has a huge cock" Nan said with a laugh. "He's huge, like a horse. I never actually measured it but he tells me it's well north of 9 inches and I do believe that to be true considering how uncomfortable it can be when he forces that damned thing in me." 

 That comment stopped me in my tracks, I laughed it off, we both giggled like school girls but I found the thought of it amazing. 

 I've known Nan and Kenny for years, I went to school with Nan, I knew her family and our children go to the same schools and play together after

 I'm not so knowing of Ken, they met in college and he was born and raised out in Montana, far from our Ohio home. I just never thought about that possibility. He just doesn't come across as someone that is gifted in that way.

He's quiet and well mannered, intelligent and thoughtful. I just have never thought of him in the category of stud. 

 My own husband is quite the opposite, he fancies himself as a "player", he's always flirting and hinting at his size when in reality he is very lacking in that area.

 He claims he's bigger than average but if average is truly six inches, old Mr. Cool guy has an inch or two to grow yet. Not that I'm complaining mind you, I'm just saying......

  "So how come you never mentioned this before?" I asked when the giggling finally subsided.

"Really, Joyce, I didn't of it as something that would interest you."

Nan answered with a lift of her eyebrows.

"So that's why you walk around with that Cheshire cat grin on your face all day." I teased.

"Oh my, if that were only true!" Nan replied.

"The truth is that he really doesn't know what to do with it. When he needs to, he just mounts me, pumps for a few minutes, ejaculates and rolls over and goes to sleep. The man has little or no interest in sex,at least not with me." She sighed. 

  Suddenly the front door opened and the living room exploded with the sound of children home from school. All thoughts about sex vanished into the chaos of snacks,shouting children and school papers. 

  After the children were finally bedded down for the night, I made my weary way upstairs.

 Bob was watching Monday Night Football and I don't think he even noticed when I made myself ready for bed. I slid into the bed and kissed him on his head. He smiled his charming smile and asked about the children.

I began explaining what had transpired over the course of the evening until I realized it was a rhetorical question and he really had no interest in what I was telling him. He was focused on the men in the green uniforms that were crashing into the men in the white uniforms.

 I turned on my reading light and picked up the novel I was in the process of reading. 

 It was a bit of a romance novel, I'll admit that but really, most novels are more or less romance novels. Aren't they?

 This one had some great sex scenes, the writer made sex sound oh so much more appealing than the reality I experienced.

 Bob farted, and reached for his drink. I wanted to be somewhere far, far away.

 I turned off my light and rolled over hoping sleep would come quickly. I felt Bob's hand on my ass. I knew what he wanted.

"No Bob, not tonight please, I'm exhausted."

He snorted a derisive comment about my always being tired.I ignored it and prayed sleep would come to me swiftly.

 From the first ding of the the alarm clock to the click of the door closing after the kids were out the door is a blur of sound and motion. A race against the school bus driver.

 How many times have I prayed he would be stuck in morning traffic somewhere and I would be granted the extra ten minutes I always seemed to need to get everyone feed and clothed.

 Bob left before the kids got up, his job required it. He had a hour drive to get to work and often these days, longer than that.

 The breakfast, lunches, homework assignments and pet care fell to me. Sometimes I wished to God I had a regular job that started and ended like Bob's did.

 I'd take the daily commute and tedious long days just to escape the craziness of getting three boys dressed, fed and out the door on time every morning. I was exhausted before 8 AM every school day morning. 

As I turned off the TV and headed for the kitchen to clean and wash the breakfast dishes I remembered the conversation I had with Nan about Ken's penis size.

I wondered what that would look and feel like. Nan didn't ever talk about sex and I had never encountered a cock bigger than the six inch average. 

 Not that I had all that much experience with cocks. I had lost my virginity in high school to a boy that wasn't much bigger than my husband.

 The build up to that night was oh so exciting but the actual act wasn't. He barely got his cock into me and he came off. He tried again a little later but he didn't last much longer the second time.

 I went home a very frustrated young girl. I masturbated furiously that night. I must have had a dozen orgasms. My clitoris was sore to the touch the next morning.

 I dated several other men after high school. I did let everyone of them fuck me.

 I finally found a guy that was great in bed.His name was Charlie.

 Charlie gave me my first orgasm. He was a wonderful lover. He took the time needed to get me thoroughly aroused.

 He performed orally masterfully. He licked and suckled my clitoris bringing me up to the brink of orgasm time after time,stopping just before I could cum.

 Then he would let me climb on top and slide my wet cunt and open cunt down on his cock.

 It didn't take me long to cum and usually I was able to cum off several more times before he released his nice,copious,hot cum into me.

Charlie was my first serious love in my young life. I adored him but Charlie was a druggie. He hung out with a bunch of losers that had zero interest in getting ahead in life.

I knew I couldn't have the life I thought I wanted if I staid with Charlie.

I met Bob, actually through Charlie in a weird way. Bob was Charlie's boss at the time. Bob was immediately attracted to me, at least it seemed that way to me.

Since then I've come to realize that Bob is attracted to anything that has breasts.

I was flattered that a professional college graduate that went to work every day in a suit was coming on to me and Bob is charming. He has a sweet boyishness to his smile and manner that brings out the mother in all of us. 

  Charlie and I slowly drifted apart as the alcohol and drugs became increasingly important to him and our relationship less so. Mean while Bob had never stopped hitting on me and finally I consented and the rest is history. 

   Our sex life started out okay. It wasn't nearly as good as the one with I had with Charlie but it wasn't bad. As I said, Bob is rather puny in the penis department and after bearing three children, I'm not exactly a tight little virgin anymore.

To be frank about it, I often don't know if Bob's cock is actually in me or not at times. Luckily I can get clitoral orgasm by grinding my clit into his pubic mound. I suppose that is what lesbians do to get each other off.

Anyway, it works for me when I need to get some sexual release and to be fair, Bob is very accommodating, letting me grind my way to an orgasm before he releases his cum. 

But right at this moment, Nan's casual comment has got me thinking about big cock. I found myself pressing into the counter as I hurried through the dishes. I knew I had no plans for the day except the usual household chores. I realized I could take a few minutes to please myself and I let my mind wander into fantasy.

  I began to visualize a big, thickly veined, mushroom headed cock. I could feel my wetness grow as I imagined how it would taste as I worked to get the big head of it into my mouth. I thought about how I would be forced to breath through my nose as the cock would block the air from my throat. I felt myself getting weak knee-ed as I let my imagination run wild. 

  Would he choke me, could I relax my throat and let the big head slide deep into it? How would it feel if a well hung man came off with his fat cock deep in my throat. I squeezed my nipple through the thin cotton night shirt I wore. It hurt so nicely, I felt my cunt release more of it's honey. I knew my pussy was open and ready to feel a cock slide in. I felt at that moment I could let a horse fuck me. 

 I dried my hands and quickly made my way up to my bedroom. Hurriedly, I searched through my dresser for the vibrator Bob had bought me to enhance our sex life several years ago.

I had used it with him a couple of times but he lost interest in doing that and it had been lying in draw unused for quite some time. I looked at it and decided it needed to be washed. I ran it under the warm water. It felt good in my hands as I soaped it up. It certainly was big enough, at least 8 inches and though the head was small, it widened out at the base to a nice fatness. There were two little arm like appendages at the base that mimicked rabbit ears. They were supposed to stimulate the clitoris on a woman but I wasn't interested in having my clit stimulated, I wanted a big fat cock to fill me. 

 I pulled off my panties and lay on the unmade bed. I reached down and inserted a couple of fingers into my cunt. As I suspected it was gushy wet and open. I rubbed my wetness over my labia and clitoris. I heard myself groan with pleasure as my little clit responded to my wet fingers. I pulled up my knees and lay there on the bed, open and willing to be fucked.

 I let myself imagine Nan's husband Ken walking into the room and seeing me laying there with my with my cunt wide, willing and wanting to be fucked. I could almost feel the weight of his body as he positioned himself over me. I could hear my breathing getting short and shallow as I let myself drift deeper into my fantasy. 

 I was ready, I reached for the artificial cock and rubbed it's head around the widening mouth of my wet cunt. Then with a fierce thrust I sent the entire length of it into my openness. I heard myself make a satisfied grunt as the head of it slammed into my cervix. I pulled it back, almost out and rammed the fullness of it in to me again.

I felt so slutty, so deliciously slutty, lying there on unmade bed, legs splayed fucking myself with a huge pink dildo.

 Once again I thought of Ken sliding his big fat headed cock into little Nan's unwilling cunt. How I wished it could be me beneath him, feeling the full weight of his body on me as he worked his man-ness deep into me.

 I was now wetter then I have ever been, I could feel the hot liquid leaking out of my open cunt and down my ass cheeks onto the sheets. The once tight dildo now felt loose and sloppy as my wide open cunt opened even wider. I was gasping now and I closed my eyes as the first of my orgasms washed over me. I pressed and held the faux cock tight and as deep into my gaping cunt as I could as my body shook and trembled. I spasm-ed again and again my ragged breath coming through my clenched teeth

."Yes, yes." I cried as relief surged through me.

 I had scarcely caught my breath and I began to resume the thrusting, now pushing the dildo side to side to regain the feel of it in my gapingly open slutty cunt. I quickly regained the plateau of my orgasm with repeated results.Again and then again.

I was lost in the pleasure of wanton sex, free from any restraint, I let the orgasms rack through my body until I could cum no more.

 I lay there, in my bed, wet with the leakage from my now used cunt. My mind slowly came into focus as to what had just happened. I felt at first shameful and then guilty for using the image of my best friends husband as means for masturbation. As my heart rate once again returned to normal, I rose from the bed, pulled off the soaked sheets and headed for the wash.

My Day



If I told you about my day you'd never believe it. No, I'm not exaggerating. No one ever believes me. My mother has threatened more than once to have me committed. She says I'm a compulsive liar. When I tell her I'm not a liar, everything I say is the truth, scout's honor. She tells me than I must be hallucinating or losing my grip on reality. She also thinks I'm dangerously obsessed with sex. I ask her what girl wouldn't be in my position and she just bites her lip and gives me her worried look. I've stopped answering her calls so often.

My friends have all stopped coming by. They think I'm constantly trying to one up their stories. I can't even answer the question "How was your day?" without being accused of nefarious intentions. It makes having any kind of social life difficult. 

What's that? You still want to hear? You're just like the others. You think I'm lying and have a sick desire to see how far I'll go. Fine, I give up. I'm tired of arguing. I'll tell you the truth and you can decide for yourself.

I woke up this morning at six o'clock to the blaring of my alarm clock. The sun was barely peeking above the horizon but it was time to start the day. I hopped into the shower ignoring the tentative tap of tentacles on the drain cover. The thing that lives down there knows not to bother me until I've at least had a cup of coffee. 

When I emerged warm and slick, the room was filled with fragrant steam. The mirror had fogged over and the poltergeist had left me a good morning message in dripping letters. I wiped it away quickly and blow dried my hair. I applied my makeup and started deciding what to wear today. My wardrobe was getting incredibly thin, I reminded myself to plan a shopping trip this weekend. When I was finished primping and preening, I noticed it was nearly seven. Coffee would have to be to-go. I called out a farewell to the other denizens of my apartment and made my way out the door.

I work in the city where apartment prices are sky high so I had to settle for a more affordable place on the outskirts and a longer commute. When I first rented the place I thought the train ride would be a great time to catch up on my reading. After a few days I learned better. I don't bother bringing books or headphones anymore. There's never time to sit down and enjoy the quiet moments. 

The subway train chuffed into the station and came to a rumbling stop at the platform bringing with it the smell of ozone and grime. I picked an empty car and climbed aboard settling comfortably in the molded plastic seat. At the next stop, a biker gang boarded and made their way to my car. They were tall and tough. Each one had broad shoulders and flexing muscles beneath the dark lines of their tattoos. 

Their president wore his blond hair slicked back from his face. His eyes were soulful in the harsh lines of his masculine face. He told me their story. They were on the run from corrupt cops and a sadistic man who conspired to take over their club. They weren't good men but they weren't bad men either. Now they were looking for a heroine to help them take back their club with her quick wits and sultry good looks. I told them I was sorry but I had to be in to work by eight. I didn't have time today.

The president nodded sadly before peeling off my blouse. His fingers found the clasp of my bra and unhooked it with practiced ease. He turned me around and pressed me against the door. The window's glass was cool on my aching nipples. Startled commuters watched as we passed station after station. He bunched my skirt up over my hips and tore my panties away with an animalistic growl. 

The straining head of his cock probed against my entrance. I could feel that he was rock hard already. Slowly he pushed into me, spreading me inch by inch around his huge cock until he was buried inside of me completely. He began to fuck me, slowly at first, with short, shallow strokes that rubbed delicious friction against my walls. I bucked my hips back towards him urging him to give me more. Give me everything. He moaned deep in his throat and pistoned himself forward faster. His hips ground against my backside and his fingers clenched around my hips as he drove into me again and again. With each brutal thrust I was pressed against the glass. I could smell leather and exhaust when he pulled my hair. 

The heat and hardness of his cock speared through me, knotting in my belly and spreading through my core. He rode me with wild abandon, fucking like an animal lost in lust. Lost in the essential need to bury yourself in a wet and willing female. I could feel the steady rhythmic slap of his skin against mine. The other bikers watched as their president took me from behind and used my body. When we came, it was in unison, our bodies clenching and twitching against each other as he filled me with his seed.

I told him I hoped he found his heroine as we parted at the station and he thanked me.

I began the three block walk to the bookstore where I work narrowly avoiding a pack of cowboys on horses riding down the street. A firefighter came running up to talk to me but I waved him off. I was already late for work and knew I was in deep trouble.

The bookstore looks small and quaint on the outside but inside it rivals the library The Beast presented to Belle. Its high ceiling stretches up into darkness. Shelves are jam packed with beautiful leather bound books, oddities and knick knacks. It smells like old leather, aged wood and the spicy scent of paper. It's my home away from home although I never even crack the bindings on anything for sale here. They're all stocked with ancient and arcane knowledge best left unexplored.

My boss is the owner. He's also a billionaire although I'm not sure how he came to be so wealthy. Everything about him is a mystery. He moves with the sleek grace of a black panther. His black hair is always swept away from the sharp lines of his face. His eyes are black pools, totally unreadable. His golden muscular body is covered with tattooed runes, origin and symbolism unknown. 

"You're late." His voice rumbled like thunder. A dangerous warning.

"Forgive me, master." I answered putting my purse in the cabinet behind the counter and snapping a small platinum collar around my slender throat.

"You will have to be punished." 

I nodded and bent forward over the slick stone of the countertop lifting my skirt. He came up behind me, shadow moving against shadow and closed cold heavy hand cuffs around my wrists binding me tightly. I braced myself as the stinging swat of his hand came down on my exposed ass. Again and again the crack of skin against skin sounded through the quiet of the bookstore. I could feel the rush of blood to those areas afflicted by his punishment. It always made me wet.

When my ass was pink and sore from my punishment he dragged me by my handcuffs to the back room where a solitary hook hung from the ceiling. The silvery links of the handcuffs slid onto the hook and I hung with my toes barely touching the concrete floor. My arm muscles began to ache in chorus to the stinging on my bottom.

With a small knife he cut away my clothes piece by piece. I always pack a few extra outfits when I go out but my clothing budget was really starting to get ridiculous. I had liked that skirt too. I watched the fabric flutter to the floor as he peeled off his own bespoke Italian cut suit. 

"What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I'm sorry, master. I've been very bad, master. I deserve to be punished, master." I knew the words he wanted to hear. I've been working here a long time, ever since I signed that mysterious contract guaranteed to earn me enough money to pay for my mother's cancer treatments. 

He lifted my legs up over his hips while his mouth found the hard, swollen nub of my nipple. He pulled it into the steamy heat of his mouth licking and sucking each in turn before he showed his teeth. They were alabaster pearls teasing, nipping and worrying my skin as I moaned and ground my cleft against his rock hard erection.

He slid into me with the practiced ease of experience, bouncing me up and down against him. My heart was pounding in my chest to the rhythm of our mating. My skin was hot and flushed with desire. An aching need was growing between my legs as he parted me and ground into me again and again. The friction of his cock sliding against the throbbing bud of my clit was too much to bear. I felt all the muscles in my body clench as I came shuddering in his arms.

He kissed me softly on the head as he unhooked my handcuffs.

"Don't forget the quarterly payroll is due on Wednesday." He whispered in my ear and left. 

After I had changed into the spare set of clothes I kept in my purse, I spent the rest of the morning restocking the shelves. Only two customers came in: a Navy Seal looking for a nubile young man and a world-class soccer star who asked if I was lactating. I managed to sell the soccer star a magazine subscription but I didn't have what each of them really wanted. I hate having to turn away customers. 

As lunch time rolled around I closed up the shop and walked to the little sandwich store on the corner. It was the lunchtime rush and the woman in line in front of me struck up conversation while we waited. We complained about the weather, the traffic and the rest of the normal banal exchanges people who live in the same area share. She asked if I worked around here and I mentioned the bookstore. I asked where she worked. She looked at me sadly, "I'm a lesbian. I don't really have much of a plot beyond that."

I lead her back into the small storage area in the shop. As soon as the door closed behind us she pushed me up against a wall and kissed me deeply. Her lips were soft and searching. Her tongue flicked between my teeth and tasted me. I pushed back against her, wrapping my fingers in her hair and nipping her lower lip until she sighed into my mouth. 

I pulled her t-shirt up over her head and gently peeled her bra off as she removed my clothes. The soft curves of our breasts pressed together and I could feel the pounding of her heart. I lowered my head and captured her soft pink nipple between my lips. I licked and sucked until I felt the skin pebble and harden in my mouth. Soft moans of pleasure were puffing from between her parted lips. I kissed my way down the curve of her belly as she desperately wriggled her jeans over her hips. 

Resting my cheek against her thighs I parted her legs and pushed my tongue between her swollen lower lips, licking along the soft slick skin. She tasted clean and fresh with a slight hint of sweetness. My tongue rasped over her again and again until I felt her thighs quiver with need. I found the hard bud of her clit and undulated my tongue against it slowly letting the tension build with the heat and slickness of my ministrations. 

She moaned and her fingers wrapped in my hair, nails grazing the skin of my scalp softly and making me shiver. I started flicking my tongue faster and faster as she panted and writhed beneath my touch. Two of my fingers wound their way inside of her filling her while my tongue teased. She came hard and fast. Her fingers clenched tightly and her body shivered and bucked as sweet moisture coated my tongue. When I left the storage room she was still searching for a missing sock.

Back in the sandwich shop a mad scientist was injecting the men waiting in line with a bright pink serum that would turn them into women. I took a quick look around as they marveled at their budding breasts. The line was much shorter but my lunch time was almost over. I had to get back to work.

At the bookstore, my boss was having a heated discussion with what looked like an organized crime syndicate. There were five mobsters and at least three of them were bad boys with a heart of gold. If I stayed any longer I'd be here all night. I decided to close up early.

Three times a week I go to the local park for a long run. You would think I get enough cardio in my day but it's great for the stress relief. Unfortunately, today I was delayed from getting there by a time travelling Victorian Earl. He was looking for a modern woman to change his outdated social view and return as his bride. I could use a vacation but I was hoping for somewhere tropical instead of England. 

By the time I did arrive at the park the sun was already setting. Long shadows stretched across the field in the deepening dusk. If I wanted to get any run time in I had to get moving. I laced up my sneakers and started jogging along at a slow and steady pace. 

There's a rhythm you can get into with running that's very soothing. The puff of your breath, the beating of your heart and the padding of your sneakers on the pavement act as a metronome. It's easy to focus on that steady rhythm and let the worries and cares of your day wash away.

This evening, I was so lulled that I didn't see the man in the path until I almost crashed into him. He was tall and impossibly pale with golden amber eyes that glowed like a lion's. His hands were heavy and ice cold on my shoulders as he pushed me to my knees. Within seconds, he freed his member from his breeches and guided it towards my waiting mouth. I parted my lips and ran my tongue along pulsing head of his cock tasting ice and cold and hints of another world. 

My tongue worked, sliding up and down the length of his shaft. Every vein and ridge danced beneath my touch. His hands caressed my face as he told me I was beautiful, I was special, I was the one chosen to save his coven. 

I parted my lips and lowered them over his cock working my way down as far as I could go before bobbing back up again. He growled and I felt it reverberate through my body making my nipples pull tight and hard. I licked and sucked until his hands closed around my head holding it steady in his inhuman grasp. His hips began to pump forward with supernatural speed grinding his cock deep into my throat. I let my jaw go slack and took him in over and over again. His fangs emerged as he climaxed piercing through his full lips.

When the werewolf attacked I decided I'd had enough exercise for the day and walked back to my car. I was glad to be heading home, the last time I showed up at my doctor's office having been turned into a vampire he gave me a stern lecture on using protection. The cost of night time office visits was astronomical too. 

The first thing I needed that evening was a shower. I peeled off my leggings and sports bra and climbed into the steam. Droplets of water cascaded against my bare skin releasing the tension and soothing the aches. It had been a long day I needed a little relaxation.

While I shampooed my hair I felt the delicate twining of a tentacle around my ankle. Inch by inch it made its way up my leg. Its touch was slick and probing. There was no denying the muscular strength beneath its pallid flesh. 

When it reached the top of my thighs it parted my lips and rubbed gently back and forth. Another tentacle wrapped around my waist lifting me into the air while two more clasped my breasts in their slippery embrace. The first tentacle found the waiting wetness of my entrance and slithered inside of me pulsing and quivering as it went. 

The tentacles holding my body constricted tightly, binding me in the beast's clutches as its suckers pinched and undulated across my aching nipples. Inside me the tentacle expanded and contracted gelatinously as it sought to fill me completely.

When we were finished, I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair and slid on some jeans and a t-shirt. I had two missed calls on my phone. I punched in the number for my voicemail. The first was from Bigfoot wanting to know if I wanted to grab a drink later this week. The second was from my step-father and was just heavy breathing. I deleted to second and decided to call Bigfoot back tomorrow. Still, the idea of a drink sounded like a good one. 

That's how I ended up here tonight talking to you. I come here a lot, I've known the bartender for a long time. Did you know he's an escaped convict who was wrongfully imprisoned for the murder of his wife? Now he spends his nights slinging beers and his days hunting for the real killer.

Sometimes I get really tired of the routine, you know? I guess everyone feels that way once in a while. I think about giving up my apartment and moving into the suburbs. Maybe quit my job and write a romance novel. Something really steamy. Like a girl marries a computer programmer. During the day she works in an office and at night they argue over whose turn it is to cook dinner. Most nights they just end up ordering Chinese food and watching TV shows on Netflix. It's a fun dream but you can't live on dreams, can you?



My Day as a Pool Boy



This is a Summer Lovin' 2015 Contest entry. It starts slowly so please be patient. All characters are eighteen years or older

"Dylan is grounded for two weeks."

"Grounded? Isn't he a bit old to be grounded?"

"Mom found a bag of pot in his room and she went nuts. She wanted to turn it over to the cops to teach him a lesson. Dad came up with the idea of grounding Dylan instead. He can't go anywhere and none of his friends can come over. He's got a long list of projects to do around the house."

I sighed. I had been looking forward to talking with Alex, but my sister Emily was embarrassing me in front of her long-time best friend. I continued brushing our pool and pretended to not hear my sister talking.

Alex was a tall, thin beauty with shoulder-length light brown hair. This was my favorite time of year to talk with her. She was incredibly smart and incredibly driven. Saturday, she would graduate valedictorian from my sister's school. During the school year, she didn't give boys the time of day. Once school was over, she flirted like crazy until she found a boyfriend. I enjoyed flirting with her. Because she was so smart, she was great at word play and could keep up a constant stream of innuendo and double entendres. 

Alex walked over to me.

"Not the best start to your summer, Dylan?"

"I would consider you being here a good start."

Alex smiled. "Let me really give you a good start." She grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and slowly pulled it up, exposing her long sexy stomach. A little higher and her small red bikini top came into view. She flashed me a smile when I mimicked a wolf whistle. She pulled her shirt off then turned around. The back of the bikini top was two strings. She slowly slid down her shorts, revealing a thong bikini bottom and her small ass. Alex ran regularly to keep in shape. She shook her ass at me as continued sliding her shorts all the way down.

"Down boy, don't you have some pool brushing to do?"

I had forgotten the pool while watching the show Alex gave me. I glanced at my sister Emily. She was applying sunscreen and giving me a disgusted look. My sister was good looking as well - dark brown hair that tumbled down past her shoulders, dark brown eyes, long dark lashes, a pretty face and a body with many appealing curves. She was wearing a white bikini that I considered on the skimpy side, though it had a lot more material than Alex's.

"So Dylan's going to be our pool boy today?" smirked Alex.

"I'm almost done here, then I've other chores." I had already mowed the front and back yards, and pulling weeds was next on the hit parade.

"I've always wanted a pool boy," said Alex as she gave me a sexy pout.

I continued talking with Alex, acting the straight man to her constant flirting. Emily had told me a few summers back that flirting was how Alex blew off steam after the school year and she got upset when a guy took the flirting to mean that it was open season to hit on her. Alex liked being in control of her relationships. Emily was laying out on one of the four chaise lounges and listened with amusement to our banter.

Emily had invited her three best friends to spend the day hanging out around our pool. They were off from school because seniors didn't have to take finals. They had tomorrow off too, then would do some pre-graduation events on Friday and graduate from high school on Saturday. I had done the same last year.

Emily got a text, checked it, and announced that Dakota was here. She went into the house to let her in.

Alex said to me in a sultry voice, "Be a good pool boy and I'll make it worth your while."

I smiled and continued brushing. Worth my while? That sounded hot, but I knew she was just flirting.

Emily's friend Dakota came out to the pool and Alex left me to join them. My sister happily told Dakota about my being grounded. I smiled to myself because Emily didn't know the whole story. Mom had indeed freaked out when she found the bag of pot, and she really had almost called the cops to "teach me a lesson."

Yeah, a couple of years in jail and a criminal record would make a great lesson.

Fortunately, Dad had been there to calm her down. Dad pulled me aside and told me he didn't consider that I smoked pot a big deal. "I smoked pot at your age." However, he had been very disappointed by my bringing pot into the house. "Cities can try to seize the house when cops find pot. Pot doesn't have the owner's name written on it and you put all of us at risk by bringing it home." Dad then had told me if I accepted the punishment and did a good job on the projects around the house, that he would pay me for the work.

"Jesus, you were stupid," Dakota said to me. That was Dakota - she said whatever she thought.

I shrugged. I had been stupid. "Why aren't you guys laying out at your pool?" Dakota's parents had money and their house was much nicer than ours. They had given her a Beemer convertible for her sixteenth birthday.

"The pump and some other equipment are out. The parts are on order. The repair company will come out next week to fix it."

I nodded and went back to work. I brushed some sections twice so I could be around when Dakota stripped down to her bikini. Dakota took off her shirt and shorts to reveal a bright orange bikini. She also had bright orange fingernails and toenails. Impressive color coordination. Dakota had a very toned body as she had played on the school's volleyball team. Dakota was average height like Emily. She had blond hair cut short and a perfect smile. Sadly, her nose was too big so she wasn't as good-looking as the other girls. Still, I would leap at the chance of going out with her, but I doubted that I have a chance - she seemed only interested in guys who had cars at least as nice as hers.

I finished cleaning the pool, dove in to cool off and was putting the pool things away when Faith arrived.

"Hi, Faith!" I said with genuine enthusiasm.

Of Emily's three best friends, I liked Faith the best. All of them were smart and good-looking. However, Faith was very sweet and mature and made me feel good every time I talked with her. Nothing got her excited or angry. The few times I had had big fights with Emily, I had called Faith for advice on how to patch things up. I had never had a chance to date Faith as she had been dating the same guy for the last three years. He was finishing his junior year in college. Faith was a little on the short side without much in the way of curves. Her black hair came down almost to her waist. She had a really cute face that made her look a few years younger than eighteen.

I toweled off and headed into the house as Emily once again told the story of my being grounded. I hadn't stuck around for the reveal of Faith's bikini as she wasn't the type of girl that I felt good about ogling.

As I reached for the door handle, I heard Alex's voice. "Pool boy! Could you get us some drinks?"

I ignored her and went inside. I got out a pitcher of lemonade and poured myself a glass. I thought about something else Dad had told me. "Emily dated this football player for a while and she hasn't been the same since. She's not the happy, bubbly girl she's always been. Your mom and I have tried to find out what's wrong, but she always denies that there's a problem. While you're home, do what you can to make her happy." I had only been home a few days from college, but I had noticed the change and it made me sad. I loved Emily. Yes, we fought like every other brother and sister, but for the most part we got along very well.

Drinks? What the hell. Hopefully if I brought out drinks for her friends, it would make Emily happy. I pulled out five plastic cups, filled them with lemonade and took them out the pool.

"Lemonade!" I announced to the delight of the girls. As I gave Faith hers, I checked out her bikini - it was a blue one with a conservative cut.

The girls were sitting or lying on chaise lounges. I was left with a chair. I mainly listened as I drank my glass of lemonade. Whenever I said anything, Alex would twist it into an innuendo, much to the other girls' delight. Alex's chaise lounge was next to my chair and beyond her were Emily, Dakota and Faith.

"Have fun! I'm off to pull weeds."

I pulled weeds in the front yard until I got hot, then I went in the back and dove into the pool. When I got out, Alex called, "Pool boy! More lemonade please." She held up her cup. "See, I marked the cups so you can keep them straight."

I snorted. I was tempted to tell Alex to get it herself, but decided to make everyone happy. "Okay, another round."

I took the cups inside, filled them with lemonade and brought them out.

"Thanks, pool boy," said Alex while batting her lashes at me. What could she have meant by making it worth my while?

Again, I sat with them as I drank my lemonade. Again, Alex amusingly twisted my words whenever I said anything. I went back to the front yard and pulled more weeds. When I had finished pulling all of them, I dove into the pool again. When I got out, Dakota asked, "Dylan, could you get us something to drink with more kick than lemonade?"

"You mean like beer?"

"Yeah!"

"No. If I gave you any of my dad's beer, he'd notice and I'd catch hell."

"Please, Dylan?" asked Emily. "It would nice to catch a little buzz while we lay out."

I sighed. Emily seemed to be having a good time and I didn't want to put a damper on her party. "I have some wine coolers hidden in the garage." That brought smiles to the girls' faces. "I was going to pull them out when I saw Megan next, but I can't see her for two weeks. But! Wine coolers aren't cheap. You're going to have to pay me for them."

"Okay," said Dakota.

"Megan?" asked Faith.

"My girlfriend from college. I'll show you a picture in a minute."

Megan lived 45 minutes from me and I had planned on having her over today before Mom found my pot. I had placed the wine coolers with some ice in a cooler so they would be cool when Megan got here.

"So no nookie for you for two weeks," said Alex.

I ignored her and headed out to the garage. I pulled out the cooler from underneath some of my other stuff. I went in the house and got my phone, then went out to the pool. The girls made a circle around my chair so they would be close to the cooler.

"I've got eight wine coolers. I'm drinking two, so some of you aren't going to get a second."

"I'll pass," said Faith, "so there'll be two for everyone."

I took a swig of the wine cooler then pulled up a picture of Megan on my phone. "This is Megan," I said as I handed Faith my phone.

"Are you two serious?" asked Faith.

"No. We aren't serious at all."

Faith passed my phone to Dakota.

"Wow. I thought you would be dating someone better looking," said Dakota.

"Dakota!" said Faith.

No filter with Dakota. "Yeah, I could do better." Megan was short, a little heavy and didn't have much in the way of tits. "I began dating her as a rebound after Chelsea dumped me." Chelsea had been my girlfriend my senior year. She was a year younger than me. We had kept dating my freshman year at college, then she had hooked up with someone at a Halloween party and had dumped me. "But we have fun together."

"She's good in bed then?" asked Alex. She was holding my phone now.

"I can't complain about the quality or quantity of sex." Sex was what kept the relationship together.

"Would you dump her to go out with one of us?"

"For a date? No."

"What about for more than a date?"

I didn't want to go there, so I decided the best answer was to ignore the question. "How about I tell you guys what it's like at college?"

"Yeah!" they all said. All four were going to go to college, though at different schools.

"It's really different than high school in lots of ways. The biggest difference is how people treat you. Teachers in high school don't get paid a lot, so I think most of them teach because they like teenagers and want to see them succeed. Professors, they don't give a shit about you. They are at the college to do research and every minute they spend on students is a minute wasted. To the other people who work at the college, you are an annoyance. Yet another problem they have to deal with. If you decide to party hardy and get behind on your studies, nobody will care. Just don't make a mess when you throw up. The only people who give a damn about you are your fellow students. Find some friends at college like the four of you, friends who want you to do your best and will help you out when you need help. It took me a while to learn to steer clear of the partiers except when I wanted to blow off steam."

I told them stories of college as I drank my wine coolers. Once everyone was done with theirs, I put all the evidence of the wine coolers back into the cooler then put it back into its hiding spot in the garage. Then I went out to the backyard to pull weeds.

I listened to the girls talk as I pulled weeds. They talked about everything - guys, other girls, celebrities, movies, music. From the conversation, Faith was the only one with a boyfriend currently. Alex sounded like she was ready to start looking hard for a guy. Dakota was open to dating, but wasn't in a hurry. Emily expressed no interest in guys.

Dakota shocked her friends with, "I'm getting a nose job this summer." They talked about that for quite a bit, discussing all the details. Dakota was going to have the surgery just before she went off to college. As Dakota's parents had the money and her nose really did detract from her looks, it made sense to me.

Emily was having a good time, so I was happy. The girls went inside for lunch. Faith came out with a sandwich and a glass of lemonade.

"Thanks for getting us the drinks."

"I was glad to."

Faith was so sweet. She went back inside the house and eventually the girls came back out to sun some more. I was almost done weeding when Faith dropped a bomb.

"Elijah and I are thinking of getting engaged."

"No way!" said Dakota. "You're eighteen! That's way too young to get engaged."

"We've been dating three years now and we love each other. He's the guy I want to marry. I don't see the point of waiting any longer to get engaged."

An animated conversation followed. Dakota felt strongly that Faith was too young to get engaged. Alex's opinion was similar to Dakota's, but not as strong. Emily had her doubts, but was generally supportive of Faith.

Once I finished weeding, I dove into the pool then got everyone another round of lemonade. I chatted for a while and fortunately no one asked me my opinion of Faith's possible engagement. I didn't want to hurt her feelings.

When my cup was empty, I headed to my next project - a thorough cleaning of the garage. I was to take everything out, clean the floors and walls, throw out what should be trashed then put everything else back. I wouldn't be able to finish the project today as I needed Mom and Dad's input on what to keep and what to trash.

The garage was on the right side of our house. To its right was a gate to the side yard, which led to our backyard. Our fence was nine feet high and neighbors couldn't see into our backyard. It didn't take me long to get hot and dusty so I headed for the pool. When I rounded the corner from the side yard, I got a surprise - Alex was sunbathing with her top off. I stopped in my tracks.

Alex waved me on. "Come on! You've seen tits before. Only not as big."

They had moved the chaise lounges and my chair to the other side of the pool to get the afternoon sun and they were all in the same order. I walked to the edge of the pool close to where Alex was sunning. She was smirking at me.

"Emily's tits are bigger," I said, then dove in.

I don't know why I said it. Probably because I felt like taking Alex down a notch. It had just come out.

I surfaced and headed back to the edge where I had dove in. As I was pulling myself out, Alex said, "So you've been checking out your sister's tits?"

I shrugged as I headed towards my towel. "I've seen her in bikinis and night shirts often enough to know that she's bigger than you."

I gave her a defiant look as I toweled off. She looked super hot with only a tiny bikini bottom on. Did she shave? I didn't see any crotch hairs.

"Next time you come to the backyard, pool boy, call out before you turn the corner."

"Okay."

I went back to garage. Was showing me her tits her way of "making it worth my while"? Was she interested in me? Was she just cockteasing me? I didn't know.

Pick up, carry to the driveway, set down. Pick up, carry to the driveway, set down. Lot of the stuff was covered with dust. There were lots of paint cans. I opened all of them as most of them were dried out. I found two sets of training wheels - I didn't think Emily or I were going to need them again. I tried to organize things on the driveway so the review process with Mom and Dad would go quickly. I made sure my cooler was buried under stuff. I was ready for another dip.

I made the hike down the side yard towards the pool. I stopped before I turned the corner and called out, "Pool boy!"

I heard some rustling then Alex called out, "Come on!"

Alex was still topless, though she was lying on her stomach this time. I guessed that at least one other girl had been sunning topless but had put her top back on. I dove into the pool and when I got out, it was Dakota who talked to me.

"Would you please go get us some more wine coolers?"

"I can't drive anywhere. My parents noted the mileage on my car."

"I could let you drive my car."

Her Beemer? Damn. "No."

"How about if all of us showed you our boobs?" suggested Alex.

I cracked up. It was nice of her to volunteer the other girls to show me their tits too. "Still no. For three reasons." I sat down in my chair and faced Alex. "Number one, you can't make that offer as Faith isn't going to show me her tits and as serious as she is with Elijah, I don't want to see her tits."

I smirked as I had caught her out. "Number two, having you guys drink wine coolers now is too risky. It's past two. How much longer are you going to be here?"

"Two hours," said Alex meekly. I had finally gotten her back on her heels.

"Then you go home to see your parents. What if they smell alcohol on your breath? What if a cop pulls you over for drunk driving? The shit would hit the fan."

It was probably Dakota's idea to drink some more wine coolers, but Alex had been the one giving me grief all day so she was the one that I was going to tell no.

"Number three, I screwed up. I agreed to this punishment and I'm not going to cheat on it. I'm not driving anywhere for two weeks, even if you offered to let me drive Dakota's Beemer with all of you topless. No more wine coolers today and if you want wine coolers tomorrow, you'll have to get them yourself."

"It's not as easy for girls to get booze."

I didn't know what to say. I felt like I had done enough. I stood up and said, "I need to get back to the garage."

* * * *

The next time I called out "Pool boy!" while standing in the side year, I heard words instead of rustling.

"Come on!" called out Alex.

When I turned the corner, everyone but Faith was topless. Dakota was lying down on her stomach on a chaise lounge, so I only saw a little more of her back. Alex and Emily were lying on their backs. I noticed that I had been right - Emily's tits were a little bigger than Alex's. I knew it was wrong to check out my sister's tits, but they were so nice - big and proud with large, brown nipples. Alex's nipples were smaller and pink. I walked over to Alex and tried to check out Emily's tits out of the corner of my eye. Alex gave me a knowing smile. Did she know I was secretly checking out my sister's tits? Or did she think I was checking out her tits and wanted to encourage me?




My Day as a Pool Boy



I dove into the pool and swam some laps. I had swum on the swim team in high school. It felt good to stretch out my muscles. I had finished clearing everything out of the garage. I needed to do some more organizing and make some notes to go over with Mom and Dad, but the physical labor was done. Our pool wasn't big enough for me to get much of a stroke work out before I had to turn, but it felt good to empty my mind and think only about my stroke mechanics.

When I got out of the pool, Alex, Dakota and Emily were all lying face down. No tit show this time. I dried off and headed towards the house.

"Pool boy!" I heard Alex cry. "Would you please put some sunscreen on me?"

What a flirt!

I chuckled and walked over to Alex's chaise lounge. I picked up the bottle of sunscreen and ran a small line up one of her calves. She had nice legs. Dakota had the best legs of the four but Alex's legs were nice. Her legs were far nicer than Megan's.

I did both calves then moved up to her thighs. "Be sure to get sunscreen on all my skin," said Alex. Given where I was, that was an open invitation to run my hands over her ass, which I did. She had a nice, firm ass. I rubbed sunscreen under her tiny bikini bottom.

My cock was rock hard in my swim trunks, uncomfortably so. I didn't feel like I could adjust it as at least Emily was watching us. Dakota and Faith were out of my field of vision. I was trying to act casual and turning to see if Dakota or Faith were watching would have been too obvious.

I continued on, doing Alex's back, shoulders and arms. Alex flipped over without saying a word, showing me her tits up close. They looked SOOOO nice. I moved to the bottom of the chaise lounge, began on her feet and worked upwards. When I got to her bikini bottom, I slipped my hand under the material only in areas away from her cunt. I surreptitiously searched for crotch hairs and saw none.

As I moved up her stomach, my eyes were drawn to Alex's tits. On her back like this, they had sunken back into her body for the most part. Her nubs were standing up - my applying sunscreen must be exciting her. Was she going to let me put sunscreen on her tits? As I got close, I looked at Alex's face and she was smiling at me. I took that as permission and rubbed sunscreen all over them. They felt wonderful - compact and firm.

Alex suddenly grabbed my hands and pulled me down to her.

"Did that make being a pool boy worthwhile?" Alex whispered into my ear, then pushed me back up.

I nodded and smiled, then continued applying sunscreen upwards.

As I was doing Alex's right arm, I noticed Emily's face. It was a combination of anger, horror and disgust. Oh, shit. I wanted the day to be great for her and now I may have ruined it by getting a few seconds of jollies. I felt like crap as I finished applying sunscreen.

I stood up and asked everyone, "Another round of lemonade?" They all said yes. "Emily, would you mind helping me?"

In the kitchen, I pulled out the pitcher then faced Emily. Fortunately, Emily had put her top back on so I wouldn't be distracted when I talked to her.

"I'm sorry, Emily. I shouldn't..."

"Don't apologize. Everything you did with Alex was what she wanted you to do. I just couldn't believe that you would fondle her tits and ass in front of me and my friends."

"I didn't..." Emily gave me a withering look. "Okay, I got carried away. I'm sorry. I wanted today to be a good day for you and I'm sorry I messed it up."

Emily smiled at me. "It's been a great day. You've been wonderful. All my friends have commented on how thoughtful you've been. We all appreciated you giving us a straight talk on college." She paused, a little embarrassed. "I should apologize to you. I shouldn't have blabbed to all my friends about you being grounded. You had every right to be pissed off with being grounded and how I acted, but you were so sweet all day."

I smiled. "Like I said, I wanted you to have a good day."

"Would you mind if I had my friends over again tomorrow?"

"No. It would be nice. I've enjoyed hanging out with them." Maybe I'll see Dakota's tits tomorrow.

"The wine coolers were a big hit. Would you please get some more for tomorrow? Alex spoke the truth when she said it's not as easy for girls to get booze."

I sighed. "After I serve the lemonade, I'll make some calls. I'll do my best to have some brought over tomorrow morning after Mom and Dad leave."

"You're the best brother ever!" said Emily as she moved to me to give me a hug. As we hugged, I faced the door to the pool. The center of the door was glass. I saw the door close and Alex sashay topless towards the pool. Had she been eavesdropping on my conversation with Emily? Why would she do that?

We went out to the pool and I handed out the lemonade. I joined the conversation for a little bit, then went back inside and up to my room. I called someone who was 21 that I knew from high school. He agreed to buy a dozen wine coolers and deliver them tomorrow morning for a nice tip. As it was Dakota's money, I was generous.

I went back outside and finished up what I could do on the garage project. When I went back inside, it was almost four. Four was when the pool party was supposed to break up. When I entered the kitchen, I saw Alex looking at me through the back door. I started cleaning up the counters, putting things either back into the pantry or into the dishwasher.

I heard the back door open and I looked up to see Alex coming into the kitchen. "Hi!" she said. She had put her top back on.

Jesus! She has me so wound up that her coming into the room gets me hard.

I continued putting things away. When I turned around, Alex was bent over a kitchen counter with her bikini bottom pulled aside to reveal her shaved pussy.

"Drop your shorts and fuck me."

I was shocked, but I quickly got over it and yanked down my swim trunks. I shuffled over to the counter and placed my cock at her entrance.

"Go slow. It's been a while for me," said Alex.

"Whatever you want."

I pushed forward a few inches, sliding into her tight pussy. She wasn't very lubricated, so I took my time with the push.

"That's it," said Alex. "Nice and slow."

I pulled back then slid forward some more.

"Mmmm..." she purred.

I continued slowly plunging deeper and deeper into her until I was all the way in.

"That feels so fucking good," moaned Alex.

I didn't know what to say. My mind was blown. Here I was fucking Alex with three of her friends just outside the door. Where we were in the kitchen, the other girls couldn't see us but we couldn't see them either. One of them could walk in on us at any time.

I pulled back slowly. Her cunt grabbed at my cock as it retreated, sending thrills up my spine.

"Yeah, Dylan. Nice and slow like that."

I slowly pushed forward again as I shook my head at the craziness of it all. I had been friends with Alex for years, but she had never seemed interested in me before. She had been merely one of Emily's friends this morning and now I was fucking her.

"You're sooooo good. Keep taking your time."

I slowly fucked Alex. She moaned during each stroke. It wasn't a great angle and her bikini bottom kept rubbing against my cock, but the craziness of fucking her on the kitchen counter after she had been flirting with me all day made it the hottest fuck I'd ever had.

"Pull out," commanded Alex suddenly.

I pulled out of her and backed away as Faith entered the kitchen with Emily a few feet behind her.

"Thanks for being such a great host," said Faith as she waved to me. Alex came out from behind the counter to give Faith a hug. I felt ashamed standing behind the counter naked. If there was anyone who I didn't want to embarrass with my nakedness, it was Faith. I managed to keep the counter between myself and Faith. The girls continued through the house to the front door. I pulled up my swim trunks as I heard Emily and Alex wish Faith good-bye. I was frustrated and confused. Had Alex known that Faith was close to leaving?

Emily and Alex came back into the kitchen. Emily continued towards the back door while Alex drifted over to me. Once the door closed behind Emily, Alex had her tongue in my mouth and her hand on my cock. After a few seconds, she stepped back.

"We'll continue that fuck after Dakota leaves, but you have to do exactly what I tell you. The first thing you have to do is break up with Megan. Understood?" It was a command.

"Understood."

Alex went out the back door, leaving me stunned in the kitchen. I finally gathered my wits and went up the stairs to my room.

Megan was very understanding about my breaking up with her. I suspected that we had lasted a lot longer than she had expected. I told her I had enjoyed every minute of being with her. We reminisced for quite a while. I was a little sad to end the relationship with Megan, but I was under Alex's spell now.

When I came downstairs, Emily and Alex were talking in the kitchen. Dakota had left. I had hardly joined their conversation when Alex said to Emily, "We left the cups outside."

"I'll get them!"

Once the back door was closed, Alex turned to me. "When she gets back, tell her you're going to go work in the garage for a while. Go out, then come back in ten minutes and quietly enter her room. Understood?"

"But..."

"It's important. You have to trust me. Understood?"

"Understood," I said with resignation as Emily came back in with the cups.

I told Emily that I more to do in the garage and left. I was uncomfortable lying to her. I went outside and continued to feel uneasy. The sneaking into her room in ten minutes gave me a bad feeling. I didn't understand what was going on. 

When the ten minutes were up, I quietly climbed the stairs. When I got to Emily's door, I could hear Alex moaning. I turned the knob slowly then gradually opened the door. Emily and Alex were naked on Emily's bed. Emily was lying on her back with her feet towards me. Alex was straddling her face and was holding on to the headboard with both hands. I could hear lapping sounds. Emily was obviously eating out Alex.

Alex looked over her shoulder and saw me. "A member of our pool party has come back. You know I'm not much for pussy eating, so I asked our mystery guest to eat you while you eat me." Alex jerked her head, indicating that I should come to the bed.

Alex obviously wanted me to eat out Emily and I wasn't going to be able to fuck Alex unless I did. I had already committed myself to Alex by breaking up with Megan. If checking out my sister's tits was wrong, then eating out her pussy was really, really wrong. Alex had Emily pinned in a position that kept her from seeing it was me. I could leave now and she may never know I had been in her room.

But, damn!, I did want to fuck Alex. And she had said that it was important and to trust her. She had been Emily's best friend since they were little kids. Alex would mess with guys every day of the week, but I knew she would do nothing to hurt Emily.

I decided to do what Alex wanted. If it went wrong, I would blame Alex. I quietly slipped off my swim trunks as I crossed the room to Emily's bed, where I buried my head between her legs.

Emily spread her legs wide. She wanted to be eaten out.

"Emily loves a good pussy eating," purred Alex. "I just can't keep her satisfied."

I dove in, running my tongue up and down her slit. I thought I heard Emily moan, but it was hard to hear her.

"Emily likes that," said Alex.

I continued running my tongue around her pussy. Megan had loved to be eaten out and had taught me a lot about how to eat pussy. I knew the clit was the key to making a girl cum, but it was best to start slowly, get everything excited then focus on the clit at the end. 

"God, this is so hot," moaned Alex. I looked up to see her undulate on Emily's face. Her ass looked great. I returned to the task Alex had given me.

Alex was a loud one. She continued to moan and tell Emily how good it felt. "I'm almost there, Em! I'm almost there!" Shortly thereafter, she let out a loud "Ugghhh!"

I continued lapping at my sister's pussy. I wished I could get some feedback. I did what I would do for Megan. Emily had stopped eating Alex and I could hear her panting now. Alex kept her position on top of Emily, blocking her from seeing who was eating her.

"Are you getting a good pussy eating?" asked Alex. "You must be. You look close to cumming. Are you going to cum hard for our guest pussy eater?"

I didn't hear Emily's response, but I was determined to make her cum hard. My tongue was everywhere around her clit. I wiggled just the tip back and forth as I slowly danced it around her clit bump. I could hear Emily's pants get longer and harder. I continued my tongue's dance.

Emily arched her back suddenly and I knew she was cumming. She twisted back and forth as her orgasm took her. Alex kept her head pinned in place. The twists slowed then came to a stop.

"That was a good one," said Alex. "Time for our guest's reward." Alex rolled off Emily and flung herself down on her back while spreading her legs. "Fuck me, Dylan."

I clambered up to mount her. Alex grabbed my cock and guided it to her cunt.

"Dylan!" I heard my sister cry.

I plunged into Alex. She was sopping wet and I encountered no resistance.

"Fuck me!" Alex wailed. "Fuck me hard!"

I slammed into her, pulled out and slammed again. It felt great, like a dam of lust was breaking inside of me. All the sexual tension that had built up through the day was finally getting released.

"I'm out of here," I heard my sister say.

A couple more strokes then I felt cum explode out of my balls. It was too soon! I had barely begun fucking!

"I'm sorry, Alex."

"It's okay. I suspected that would happen." Then Alex yelled out, "Come back, Emily. We're done here for a while."

I moved to one side of the bed as Alex moved to the other. Emily appeared in the doorway.

"Come here, Emily. Come on. The usual position. We have a lot to talk about."

Emily paused by the door for a moment, then came into the room. Alex stood up and guided Emily onto the bed. Alex laid down on her side and Emily leaned against her. Alex wrapped her arms around her. Both were facing me.

"I can't believe you had my brother eat me."

"He did a good job and you enjoyed it." said Alex very tenderly.

"The way you said it, I thought it was Dakota or Faith."

"I meant for you to think that. I'll explain why in a minute, but first let me explain what's going on to Dylan."

The way Alex held Emily and the way she talked to her, I could see the care and concern. It was almost like a mom and a small child.

"For homecoming," Alex said to me in a normal voice, "our football team's star wide receiver Cody Taylor asked Emily to the dance. Emily was so excited and all her friends including me were happy for her. But none of us knew that Cody was a total asshole. He popped her cherry in the backseat of his car after the dance. He did nothing to make it enjoyable for Emily and it was quite painful. It was practically a rape. Cody bragged about popping her cherry to everyone at school the next day."

Tears were flowing down Emily's face. Alex continued to hold her tightly. "That's how their relationship continued. It was all about Cody getting his rocks off and he did nothing to make sex enjoyable for Emily. He was verbally abusive to her as well, calling her his slut and his whore. After Thanksgiving, she told me about how bad it was with Cody. It took till January for me to convince her to break up with Cody. After they broke up, he told every guy at school that she was frigid."

That explained the change in Emily's personality.

"After Cody, Emily was convinced that sex was vastly overrated, that it wasn't enjoyable at all. I'm bi, though I prefer guys. I decided to show Emily that sex is normally a lot of fun. We've been having a little affair ever since. During the school year, I don't have time for guys so I enjoyed taking breaks from studying to do a little cuddling and a little sex with Emily." Alex kissed Emily on the top of her head. "Now that the school year is over, we have a problem. I'm ready for some fucking and Emily is convinced she's gay."

"I am gay."

"No, you're not. You're bi like me. You might even be straight. You just had a bad apple turn you off of guys."

"Or maybe I had a good apple turn me on to girls? I'm gay."

Alex sighed. "Anyway, Emily gets upset at the idea of me being with a guy."

"You're going to dump me."

"I'm not going to dump you. I love you." Back to me. "I've been trying to think how to get everything straightened out. I had already thought of having a guy sneak in and eat Emily out while she thought it was a girl. But I couldn't think of a guy to do it with. When we were discussing guys earlier today, it was like, 'Nope, Nope, Nope'. Then you said Emily's tits were bigger than mine and the whole plan fell into place."

"So you used my brother."

"I didn't use your brother. He's my boyfriend now. I've always liked Dylan, just not enough to go out with him. But he was different today. College matured him a lot. Also, he hit that sweet spot of putting up with my stupid shit without letting me push him around. And most important, he really cares about you."

"It didn't work. I'm still gay."

"Did you enjoy Dylan eating your pussy?"

"I thought it was Dakota or Faith."

"Did you enjoy Dylan eating your pussy?"

"It wasn't a fair test."

"Would you like for Dylan to eat your pussy again while I kiss you and play with your boobs? Would that be a fair test?"

Emily sighed. "Okay, I enjoyed Dylan eating my pussy. But he probably didn't enjoy it."

"I loved it."

"You're lying. You're saying that just so you can fuck Alex, who's going to dump me."

"Tell her the truth," said Alex.

"Look, I started eating you only because I knew I had to do it if I wanted to fuck Alex. But after a while, I got into it. I was glad to please you. I was really happy to give you a big cum."

Alex gave me a huge smile. "See. And you know as much as I love to kiss and cuddle with you and have you eat my pussy, I'm not much for eating you. Now, Dylan can eat your pussy while you eat mine, then I'll fuck him silly. We'll all be happy."

"It's wrong. He's my brother."

"What is wrong is what Cody did to you. He hurt you very badly. We both love you and we're trying to undo that damage. This is two wrongs hopefully making a right. You can let us try to heal your pain, or you can go see a shrink. Your choice. We'll support you either way."

Emily thought for a while. "Wouldn't a shrink be expensive?"

"I would think so," said Alex.

If there was one thing that our parents didn't have with me in college and Emily about to go, it was money.

"Do the two of you love me?"

"Yes!" I said quickly.

"You know I love you," said Alex as she kissed Emily's head again.

"Okay. I'll trust you," said Emily.

Alex hugged Emily. "We won't disappoint you." She released Emily, hopped off the bed and walked around to my side. "My new boyfriend and I haven't had a proper fuck yet and it's time to remedy that."

"I'll leave you two alone."

"Stay," said Alex as she took my cock in her hand. I rolled onto my back as she knelt down next to the bed.

"I don't want to."

"Please. I promise to do anything you want after Dylan and I are done. Including kicking Dylan out of the room."

Alex inhaled my cock and slid her lips all the way down to its base. It felt heavenly.

"Why?" asked Emily.

Alex slid her lips back up the full length of my cock then her mouth made a loud pop as it released my cock. "Because it gets me hot having you here." Alex wrapped her hand around my cock and slid it gradually upward. "And I want to give you some lessons on giving head."




My Day as a Pool Boy



"I don't want to give head again. It was awful."

Alex told me, "Cody rammed his cock into Emily's mouth and told her to suck it."

"I gagged. It was so awful. Then he laughed at me. He would keep gagging me with his dick until I begged him to fuck me just to get it over with."

Jesus, what a monster. I wanted to beat the shit out of him, but I knew that I couldn't take him and his football buddies.

"Giving head can be lots of fun," Alex said in a sultry tone. She gave one side of my cock a long, wet kiss. "Though I prefer fucking."

"My mouth is too small."

"My mouth isn't big." She gave the other side of my cock a long wet kiss. "Some techniques take practice, but other techniques can be done right away."

"Why don't you show me with your next boyfriend?"

Alex had taken my cock back into her mouth. She did swirls around my cock head as she pumped my base with her hand, then once again she took her mouth off my cock.

"I'm not going to offer you lessons with any other boyfriend. With any other guy, I'd have to worry about him dumping me for you." Alex gave me a Cheshire cat smile and went back to slowly pumping my cock up and down with her hand. "Dylan, what do you think of my being bi?"

I shrugged. "I'm still trying to get used to the idea of being your boyfriend. It's part of the package, isn't it?"

"I've never told a guy before that I'm bi. Only Emily and my first girl know. Do you mind if I have sex with Emily?"

"No."

"Even when you aren't around?"

"Anything you do to make Emily happy is fine with me."

"Would you be willing to cover for us when we have sex? I don't want to have to explain to people I'm bi and Emily isn't comfortable with people knowing about our relationship."

"I'd be happy to cover for you."

Alex looked at Emily. "See. I'm not dumping you and my boyfriend fully supports us."

I felt so manipulated. It wasn't fair of Alex to ask me about continuing her affair with Emily in front of her. What could I say? That Emily was shit out of luck? We should have discussed her and Emily after Alex and I had dated for a while. I was still sore over Alex manipulating me to lie to Emily, to sneak into her room and to eat her out. Alex probably manipulated Emily to sun topless and show me her tits. All this manipulation had to stop.

Then I was hit by another thought - how many dates should we have had before Alex told me she was bisexual? Wasn't that something better to tell me upfront? Her being bisexual meant that she would need time alone with her female lover just like I expected her to spend time alone with me. If I couldn't handle that, it was best to end the relationship before it started so there would be no hard feelings.

How many dates should we have had before Alex told me that she was having an affair with my sister? Who was really in need of a positive heterosexual experience?

I realized that Alex had manipulated me not for her benefit, but for Emily's. It sounded like she had been carrying Emily for months and Emily was asking for more from Alex than she could comfortably give. If Alex's only concern had been landing me as her boyfriend, she could have done that easily. I was hers for the taking. She then could have kept her affair with Emily a secret or broken up with Emily. But she wanted me to be her boyfriend in a way that Emily could handle. That required manipulating us to accept a romantic set up that both of us would have rejected if it had been our free choice.

What if she had broken up with Emily? Emily probably would have plunged into depression. She was so fragile as it was. Had Alex hit her limit of support she could give Emily? Had she decided that she needed me involved in order to provide support also? That would explain why she leapt into our relationship rather than play the field like she had done in prior summers.

I wanted my happy, bubbly little sister back. I would do anything for that. My plan of walking on egg shells whenever I was around Emily would have gotten old fast. Now, I knew the cause of Emily's personality change. Now, I was involved with her at that level. Now, I could have frank conversations with Emily and Alex about what it would take to make things better. If it took me eating my sister out regularly to get her to feel good about herself again, then so be it.

I realized that Alex had her hand around my limp cock.

"Have you decided to rejoin us?" Alex asked.

"I'm sorry." I had to pick my words carefully. "I was thinking about how rushed the changes in our relationships have been." I reached out and grabbed Emily's hand. "And how glad I am to be here with the two of you."

"I know I pushed things way too fast," said Alex, "but I really wanted you."

Alex sucked my cock into her mouth and had me hard in no time. She created a symphony of pleasure using her mouth, tongue and fingers. No girl I had been with came close to giving head as good as Alex could.

"Come on," Alex said to Emily. "Try a taste."

"No."

"He ate you. You should return the favor."

"No." Alex and Emily stared at each other. "You aren't going to stop badgering me until I say yes, aren't you?"

"You got that right, girl."

"Oh, okay," Emily said with exasperation, though the exasperation sounded forced.

Alex showed Emily two things - the wet kiss up and down each side of my cock, then swirling the tongue around the crown of my cock. Emily got them down quickly. I praised her constantly as she worked my cock, doing my best to build her self-confidence. When Alex had first mentioned teaching Emily how to give head, I had doubted the wisdom of the idea. But now, I could see Emily had been scared of my cock and now was comfortable handling it.

"Lie down, Emily" said Alex once Emily had mastered the tongue swirl. Alex jumped over me and onto the bed. She hugged Emily around the chest while sticking her ass up in the air. "Fuck me, Dylan. Watching you and Emily has me so fucking horny."

Alex didn't have to ask twice. I quickly lined myself up and buried my cock in her in one thrust.

"Yes! Fuck me, Dylan. Fuck me hard."

I grabbed her around the waist and began pounding her. She met my every slam with gusto.

"Oh! Oh! I love it! Oh, God!"

Alex kept up a stream of comments, cheering me on. She clearly loved me fucking her.

I looked at my sister. How was she taking my fucking her best friend literally on top of her? Emily had Alex wrapped up in a hug. When I made eye contact with Emily, she smiled at me. What was she thinking? Was she happy that I was giving her best friend such pleasure? I felt somewhat like I was fucking Emily too. Did Emily feel the same? Did she enjoy that feeling like I did?

There was no doubt what Alex was thinking. "Oh! Oh! I'm close to cumming! Keep fucking me! Oh, God! Oh, God! OOOOHHHH!"

I felt Alex's body quake as her orgasm swept over her. I kept pounding her.

"I need a break," said Alex as she rolled away from me and flopped on to her back. My cock slipped out of her as she rolled. "That was so good, let me catch my breath."

Then Alex gave me a big smile. "Fuck Emily."

"What?"

"Fuck Emily. Give her a small taste of what a good fuck is like."

I looked down at Emily. She was lying on her back in the middle of the bed. She didn't say anything. She didn't protest but she didn't invite me. I really wanted to keep fucking.

I walked on my knees towards Emily until my cock was near her cunt. She had a look of fear, but did nothing to stop me.

"Are you okay with this?" I asked her as I rubbed my cock up and down her shaved slit.

She gave me a small nod.

Emily looked so beautiful, so vulnerable. Her dark eyes were pools of innocence. Her hair made a halo around her head. Lying there like that emphasized her big tits with their large nipples. They kept their shape more than Alex's did so they were standing up proudly. I had to have her.

I slide the tip of my cock into Emily. She bit her lip, but made no complaints or protests. I slid a little bit more into her. She was wet, but not sopping like Alex had been. I pulled back then slowly pushed forward until my cock was halfway into her. Emily closed her eyes and tilted her head back in what looked like pleasure. I pulled back then slowly pushed forward until my cock was all the way inside of her.

"You want me to continue?"

Emily gave me another small nod while keeping her eyes closed.

"I love you, Emily."

Emily gave me a small smile.

I pulled back slowly, looking for any sign that Emily wanted me to stop. She gave me none. I thrust forward, going slowly again. I felt Emily's legs wrap around me, pulling me further into her. Her eyes were still closed. Her anxious look was softening into one of pleasure.

I did two more slow cycles of in and out of her. How much was a taste?

Alex asked Emily, "Do you want to stop and I'll take over?". Alex was now kneeling on the floor with her head next to Emily's.

Emily lightly shook her head no.

"I'm going to slide you over to where I can hug you," said Alex. She wrapped her arms around Emily's chest then rotated her on the bed so that her head was close to the edge of the bed. "Are you liking it so far?"

Emily nodded yes.

I continued to pump slowly in and out of Emily. It was so different fucking her. With Alex, she drove me wild with lust and I pounded her like a dog servicing a bitch in heat. With Emily, I was as gentle as I could be. Each stroke was slow and smooth so that she could adjust to having me inside of her. I fucked her like I would fuck a virgin.

In some ways, she was a virgin. This was her first fuck where the guy wanted to make her happy. I was going to show her how lovemaking strengthened the feelings a man and a woman have for each other.

I moved up the bed to change the angle a little bit then increased my speed. Emily kept her eyes closed but was lightly panting. Fucking her felt so good, but it also warmed my heart that I was pleasuring her.

Alex for once had nothing to say. She kept her head next to Emily's. Her hands glided up and down Emily's chest, stroking her skin. Sometimes, she played with Emily's nipples. Other times, she kissed Emily on the cheek. This fuck was an act of love for her like it was for me.

I kept increasing the speed. Emily was panting hard now and so was I. Alex flashed me a big smile. She knew we were both close. I fucked my sister as her legs kept pulling me into her. My love for her swelled in my heart as I continued to take her.

I felt her cunt clutch my cock as she wordlessly arched her back. She was cumming! I gave her three more strokes then I was cumming too. I pushed into her one last time and stayed there as she rocked back and forth while my cum exploded into her.

When I was done cumming, I bent forward and gave Emily a kiss. "I love you, Emily."

Emily opened her eyes and smiled. "I love you, too."

I rolled off of her. In a flash, Alex was back on the bed and was cuddling Emily in her arms like she had before.

"Are you okay, Emily? I hope I didn't push you too far."

"I'm fine," said Emily. "I enjoyed it." Emily closed her eyes.

I laid on my side on the other side of the bed and held Emily's hand.

"You were right," continued Emily. "I'm not gay."

Alex gave me a big smile.

We laid like that for a while. I had never felt so satisfied after having sex. Everything felt right in the world.

Alex said, "I promised you that we would do whatever you wanted afterward, Emily. Do you want to continue cuddling like this?"

"I'd like..." My sister blushed. "I'd like to fuck Dylan again."

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My Day At High School



I go to high school at age 19 and I'm going to tell you about the best day of high school I ever had in my life. I'd grown up to be a very fit person at 6 feet and I didn't have much trouble meeting girls, but there were a few which I always stared at but knew I could never have. One girl's name was Jamie, she had the biggest pair of boobs that a teenager could have at 18! She was short but her bust (which she always showed off nicely) made up for any imperfections. Her friend Meghan was also very busty and had the face of an angel (I'd whacked off many a night dreaming of cuming all over that face).

It was summer vacation and nearly time to go back when I got an invitation which read:

"Students must report to school a day early this year, and cum prepared"

I noticed the word cum in the note and laughed thinking how everyone of out 200 students had gotten the same note. I was angry about having to go back to school so early but I decided to go anyway.

I pulled up in my car and noticed a couple of sexy seniors at the door, I also noticed the parking lot was empty and no one appeared to be here except myself and the babes. They were wearing skimpy bathing suits which barely covered their massive tits which looked like they were about to bust right through the fabric (If only they were Jamie and Meghan!!). As I approached I saw them whisper to each other and noticed their nipples becoming very hard and noticeable.

"Hello there, welcome to sex ed" the first said with a big smile on her face. I asked what the hell was going on and was only met with a passionate kiss and the pair taking me inside the school. The one who kissed me took off her bikini top letting her breasts bounce up and down right in front of my face. I started sucking her nipple, rubbing her other breast with my hand, playfully bringing it to a further erection. She started moaning loudly and I noticed her counterpart moving down between my legs and rubbing my rock hard cock through my pants. She got between my legs and lay down, unzipping my pants as she did so. She brought it out and started moving her tongue up and down my shaft, making me ever harder. 

I started licking the other's tits harder and she screamed out in pleasure, I moved my left hand from her breast down to her legs where I slipped it inside her bikini bottoms and began rubbing her pussy. She threw her head back and started moaning loudly, riding my fingers until she exploded and my hand was wet with her cum. She fell to the ground and was completely spent. I got off the second girl and let her lick the cum of my fingers, I slid my cock deep inside her and started moving back and forth. I grabbed her boobs and started fucking her harder and harder until I felt a stir in my balls. I told her I was cuming and she begged me to pull out and cum all over her. I decided to be a gentleman and so I did what she said, exploding all over her pretty little face. She lay down with her counterpart and the proceeded to lick each other clean off any cum which was quite a show in itself.

"mmmm, there isn't really any school today, Jamie and Meghan decided to give you what you always wanted, you're job is to go through the school and try to find them, and feel free to have fun with anyone else you might see on the way" With that they started rolling around on the floor together, kissing and sucking every part of each other's bodies.

I couldn't believe this! I was going to fuck the two girls I had wet dreams about every night! I wanted to find them right away so I began my search of the school. I came to a class room with a sign on it marked "blow job 101". I opened the door to reveal a site I'd never before seen! (not even in a porno movie!) The room was filled with naked girls, half of whom had dildos strapped to their pussys and the other half sucking them like they were real dicks! I noticed the teacher was walking around with her hand pushing in and out of her skirt. She was a babe who had been a cheerleader for our football team only a year ago, she was experienced and had a reputation of never leaving a guy unsatisfied. When she saw me she rushed over and took me to the middle of the class.

"Now we can begin class, please stop practicing" all the girls stopped sucking and looked toward us. "Now this is a male, and as we all know males have cocks which we females can have a lot of fun with. Their tools can be aroused very easily as I will now demonstrate, lisa, katie, please come to the front." The two girls were already naked and stood right in front of me. "Now begin the exercise" 

They started making out right in front of me!!! I watched as they pushed each others tongues in and out of of their mouths and then as their hands touched and rubbed each other breasts. One moved down between the other's legs and started licking her cunt, sucking in her juice and making her moan with pleasure, she touched her breasts and started to breathe hard as she was approaching her climax...

"There class, notice his penis becoming very straight and hard" I hadn't been listening and I was suddenly very aware of my erection and tried to cover it somehow, but the teacher moved over and turned me to face the smiling class. "lisa and katie, you may return to your seats... now class as you see this can be very uncomfortable for males and the problem for them can be solved very easily" and with that she went down to her knees and took my red hot tool into her mouth. I let out a gasp and grabbed on to her hair as she sucked my cock and forced it deeper and deeper down her throat. She looked up at me and that was all it took, I exploded inside her and she made sure to shallow it all before licking my dick until it became limp in her mouth. She stood up, cum still on the corner of her lip, sweat rolling off her and told the class how good that had felt. 

The class returned to practicing and I stayed to help them out a little bit, at one time I saw a girl who was obviously afraid to stick a dildo in her mouth so I offered to help her out. I told her a real dick is much better tasting and a better way to learn. I sat on the desk and let her suck me to erection once again, her young mouth moved all over my dick and after a few minutes I could tell she was very turned on by having my organ in her sweet mouth. I turned to the other girl and took her dildo off and started fingering her cunt as she grabbed her boobs and pinched her nipples. I was about to cum when I told her to stop sucking so I could show her something else. I placed her on her hands and knees and told her to put her ass in the air. I placed my dick at the entrance to her ass and pushed my way in. She screamed out in pain and pleasure when I got the entire length inside her and after only a short time she came and I blew my load deep inside her.

I shut the door to the classroom and continued my search for my hot babes. I made it to the staff room where I saw a very sexy girl sitting on a black leather couch wearing a tight tank top (which displayed some very nice cleavage) and a mini skirt. She didn't say a word when she saw me, but began taking her tank top off. The straps came down and her breasts came out with a bounce revealing the nicest pair of tits I'd ever seen (besides megan's or Jamie's that is). She uncrossed her legs a little and I saw her panties, dripping wet. I moved over to the coach and sat beside her, she let me lick her boobs and rub her pussy. I made sure every inch of her tits had attention before I put my head between them and licked at her amazing cleavage. I moved downward and removed her skirt and panties, she laid on the coach as I started licking her pussy, pushing my tongue in and out causing her to spasm with pleasure and cry out for me to give her more. 

Her juices tasted so sweet and the smell of her sex only made me more horny. I couldn't take it anymore, I pulled out my dick and pushed it deep inside her. She screamed out and begged me to fuck her. I rapidly moved my dick inside her causing her to slide on the coach making her breasts jiggle and bounce. I grabbed onto them and moved down to start licking them as I continued to fuck her hard. She grabbed my head and whispered that she wanted me to cum deep inside her and not pull out. I moved back up and concentrated on my fucking, she moaned and screamed dramatically and eventually her eyes rolled back and she pushed her entire body up towards me as she climaxed, I came seconds later filling her insides with my cum. She got up and kissed me passionately as she thanked me for such a great fuck.

I fixed myself up and now more then ever I wanted to find my ultimate goal. I walked around the halls seeing a random girl walking around half naked every so often (I made sure to at least touch each one) until I made it to the girls change room where my entire sex life changed forever.

I saw Jamie, her back was towards me and her hand was moving in and out of her pussy under her cheerleading uniform. For a minute I just stood and watched her, pushing herself to climax, getting her big chest wet with sweat. My cock grew hard watching her and so I pulled it out and began to stroke it as I moved toward her. I got right up to her ass and put my cock against it, rubbing it up and down against her smooth skin.

"We've been expecting you..." she managed to say in a slutty voice. It was then I heard a shower turn off and Meghan appear, wearing nothing at all. "We know you've wanted us, now we're going to make your dreams come true baby." She walked toward me boobs bouncing up and down as she did, got right up beside me and started licking my ear and moving all around my body. Jamie turned around and put my hands on her breasts, letting me squeeze and rub them through her uniform. Then she told me to sit down as she climbed on top of me and put her tongue in my mouth. Meghan moved behind her and reached around to grab Jamie's boobs, she then started stripping Jamie while she rubbed her pussy against my dick, in effect giving me the lap dance of my life. 

Soon Jamie was naked, riding my dick, and thrusting her massive tits in my face. Meghan climbed under us and started sucking my balls. Jamie started riding my dick faster and I felt her climax on top of me, but she pulled out before I could cum and said it was Meghan's turn. I expected Meghan to climb and start riding me but instead she instructed me to stand up, and as I did she put my dick between her boobs and started rubbing them all over my tool. She looked up at me and smiled before moving her head down to suck my dick as she slid her breasts all over it. Jamie began kissing me deeply and touching my every body part. I in turn rubbed her wet pussy and made sure to keep her nipples erected. It wasn't long before I felt myself starting to cum. The two girls sat in front of me and begged me to cum on them, so I did exploding all over their faces, sending cum into their mouths and hair. I fell to the floor exhausted after such a long day. 

When I woke up I found that I hadn't moved and Jamie and Meghan were both sucking on my dick! They sucked and licked like it was the best tasting thing they'd ever had in their lives until I was rock hard again and ready for action. Meghan laid down on the floor and I climbed on top of her and started fucking her while Jamie sat on her face and offered me her lovely chest once again. Meghan screamed in between licks and I kept on driving my dick deeper and deeper inside this sexy dream. Jamie pulled me away from her boobs and looked straight at me tell me to fuck her hard, keep fucking that little slut. Meghan was so turned on by this that she let out a scream of climax and came all over my dick. I pulled out and pushed Jamie to the floor, climbing on top of her and shoving my dick in right away as far as I could. She let out a yelp and told me to go harder on her virgin pussy. I fucked her as fast and as hard as I could until she too screamed out in orgasm and I filled her sweet insides with my cum.

It was the day of my life and after that I'm happy to say I had many more encounters with Meghan and Jamie but those are stories for another time...



My Day at School



It took some work but I did as you told me. I know you wanted my pussy good and wet and worked swollen before I got to Missy's. I got to the school as early as possible so I would have plenty of time to get my pussy good and pumped before class. I decided to start at the library. It paid off. I went in and set at the tables in the very very back behind all of the stacks. That way I could watch the people coming in without them watching me. I saw him walk in with that look. The one that say not only does he not want to be there but he also would rather be in his bed sound asleep. I knew him. He was in one of my classes last semester. I saw him and got his attention. He came over the table and we made small talk for a bit. He finally mentioned that he was tired and he had maybe seen his bed one in the past three weeks and then it was just a passing moment in his mind. I laughed and turned on the sultry voice, "Well see I have NEVER seen your bed." I let that statement dangle for a bit. He looked at me and it only took a quick second for him to catch my point. 

He knew I had worked at the club and it didn't take a brain surgeon to put two and two together. He leaned over the table and put his hand on my knee. "Well, um you could see it now. No one is there and the dorm is...quiet enough." I nodded and grabbed my bag. We walked out and headed to the dorm. It was a terrible day outside. We had had snow the night before and the ground was covered just enough to make it slippery. We carefully made our way across the cold campus to the male dorm. He brought me through the back door just like all the guys brought their "standers" through. We went up the stairs to the fourth floor and to one of the last rooms down the dark hallway. (Why is it the boys dorm/guy barracks have the shittiest lighting at the end of the hallways?) He grabbed his keys from his back pocket and opened the door. The smell of Drakkar filled my nose almost knocking me back. I remember thinking that they must have washed the cinder-block walls down with it. I walked in as he closed the doors behind us. I heard his keys clank down into a bowl on the desk. "There's the bed, now you've seen it." I walked over to the typical twin size dorm bed and set on the edge. I ran my left hand lightly across the bed. "Yeah but how does it...*licked my lips* ...sleep?"

He raised an eyebrow and looked at me. "Well....*walking over to me* you could help me find out if you like. You know kinda hands on." I smiled to myself *what a dork*. :) I laid back and he followed right on top of me. Within minutes his pants were un-buttoned and off and his boxers followed very quickly. I had on a pair of jeans and a long sleeved shirt from the club. He kissed at my neck and tried to unfasten my jeans for me. I finally got exhausted with his efforts and unbuttoned and took them off. To his pleasure and surprise I wasn't wearing any panties. He looked down to find my clean shaven cunt. He smiled and little and pushed two fingers directly into my soaked pussy. I leaned up and took my shirt off, throwing it to the floor. I had on no bra, another pleasurable surprise for him. He moaned and dropped his head down to suck on my left nipple. I moaned and arched my back up to him letting him get more of my now hard nipple into his mouth. He moaned and bit down on my nipple a little hard then sucked on the nipple....bit, then sucked. I moaned and reached down to massage his cock. I ran my hand up and down his shaft as he moaned into my left tit. I jacked him off for a few minutes before finally reaching the point that I couldn't take it anymore. "Ram your cock in my cunt. I need your cock fucking the hell out of my tight pussy." He looked up at me, I guess to see if I was serious. It only took him a second to roll on top of me. I reached down and guided his cock into my dripping cunt. He slid right in and started to pump me. 

He started out slow and just rocked his cock in and out me. He started to speed up as my breath started to speed. He moaned and grit his teeth, pounding my dripping cunt harder and harder. "That's it sweetie pump my cunt. CUm on fuck it....fuck it......POUND IT!!!!!" He grunted and didn't say anything as he pounded and fucked my swollen cunt harder and harder. "That's it treat me like a slut! Cum on ram your cock in my slutty little cunt, jack your cock off in my cunt! I want to feel your cum shooting onto my back wall of my slutty snatch." That was all it took. With those last words he shot his entire load deep into my pussy. I moaned and threw my head back as I felt each and ever drop hit my back wall and flood around his cock. He moaned and thrust two or three more times then pulled his half limp cock out of my cunt. I looked at my watch and threw on my clothes soaking my jeans with cum when I stood up. I thanked him, ran down the hall to the bathroom to check my hair and make-up, and ran to class. I arrived a little out of breath but on time. I sat through class like nothing had happened and like nothing was going to happen later.



My Day at the Mall



I got frustrated as I thumbed through the clothing rack in the Hot Topic store in the local mall, not finding a shirt that would go well enough with the shiny black vinyl pants I just bought. "Need some help?" I heard the soft, calming voice of a young man beside me. I turned, startled, and replied, "Um...no...thanks, I'm fine." 

He was very cute. Most teenage boys that worked in the mall were. He had dyed-blonde spiked hair and wore black a Puma visor, with a silky red shirt, and some black vinyl pants, just like the pair I had just purchased. He had 3 earrings in his left ear, 2 lobe piercings and one at the top of his ear, and 2 in his right, both lobe piercings. "Oh...okay..." he said. I then thought he would walk away, BUT, he didn't. "Um...looking for something to go with those black pants?"

"Yes, actually, I am," I said, now flashing a half-grin, barely raising my right eyebrow. "Well...you won't find anything up here. We just got another shipment of some cool shirts in, they're in the back. I haven't brought them out to the front yet. Would you like to step back and see if you find anything you like?" He asked, very generously. "Um...are you sure you won't get into trouble?"

"Oh, I won't. My dad's the manager of the store. I'll just tell him you were a friend of mine. It's cool. C'mon..." He insisted. I finally gave in, and I followed him back to the stockroom. He pointed out the clothes rack with all the new merchandise, and I walked over and started looking. I still couldn't find anything that really grabbed my attention, so I asked, "Where did you get your shirt? I really like it." 

Then he said, "Oh...this? I got it on clearance at Gadzooks. You like it? Here, you can try it on." Before I had a chance to answer, he already had the shirt off and tossed it to me. WOW...he had a great body. Completely hairless torso, tan, 6-pack. All the extras. I was caught staring at him when his voice broke my hypnosis, "So...see anything ELSE you like?" 

Stammering, I replied, "Um...uh...well....y....yah..." He began to walk over slowly, grinning and staring me up and down. When he got to me, he put his hands on my upper arms and was playfully smiling, looking my face up and down, as if he was silently asking to kiss me. I nodded my head, and he turned his visor around, then pressed his lips against mine. I slipped my tongue into his mouth, enjoying every taste of this cute little raver boy.

I reached my hand down and grabbed his perfectly shaped ass, then pulled him closer to me, so our cocks were rubbing through our pants. He pulled away from what could have been an endless kiss, then unbuttoned his pants, then unzipped them. I smiled and got on my knees and pulled his pants down, revealing his boxers which read "Hottie" on the fly. "Cute..." I said softly. 

I pulled them down as well, revealing his huge hard-on. I licked the head slowly, as he uttered a subtle moan. I licked all around the head, down the shaft, then tongued his balls for a few minutes, then back up to his head, where I then shoved his whole cock in my mouth. I sucked with all my might as I moved my head back and forth down his beautiful manhood. I reached up with my left hand and began squeezing his right nipple, then rubbing and massaging it. 

He moaned, then ran his left hand up and down his stomach. I reached down with my other hand and pulled out my cock. I was so hard I could have shot my load at that moment. I began to jack off, first slowly, then more rapidly. I was moving my head faster and faster up and down his cock, when I could taste the cum starting to leak out. I pulled off, and he grabbed his dick and began to jack off as well, cumming all over my face, into my mouth, and on my neck. 

"Oh fuck....mmm...." he whispered. "Oh...uh...mmm...." I moaned as I stood up, jacking off, then he got down on his knees and put the head of my cock into his mouth as I shot the biggest load of my life. He moaned as my juices filled his mouth, then he gulped it all down. We both breathed hard for a few more minutes then cleaned up the mess we made. He grabbed a shirt from the rack and put it on, insisting that I keep his red shirt. We walked back out to the front of the store, where I said, "Oh by the way...I never got your name." He said, "Elliot...yours?"

"Chris."

"Cool...well...thanks a lot, Chris," he said as he handed me a business card. I looked on the back and there was a phone number with a little smiley drawn next to it. I smiled and winked. "Sure. Later, Elliot." I walked out of the store and back to my car.

To Be Continued...



My Day at the Mall



My Day at the Mall

Prologue

I had never in my life considered owning a person. I mean this is the U.S. of A. and we are in the twenty-first century after all. We send troops all over the world to free people, right? Hell I used to be one of those sent to do just that. Well some recent events in my life have forced me to change my views on slavery. Nevertheless, there you have it. I am now the bona fide, yet dubious, owner of two willing slaves. I guess you're wondering what happened. I warn you, I can only report the events as they unfolded, wait until you hear the whole story before you pass judgment.

Wassat? Who am I? Hmm...? I guess an introduction is in order. My name is Wayne Richards. I was born and raised in northern Alabama. I have blonde hair and sea-blue eyes. I'm not model gorgeous or anything like that, but I've been told I'm handsome enough and I've never lacked for a date if I wanted one. I stand at six feet three inches and weigh in at a little over two hundred and forty pounds. I did my time in Uncles Sam's Misguided Children so I know how to keep in shape. I was a gunnery sergeant in the Marine FORCE RECON, 1st Recon Battalion, 1st Platoon, and 1st Marine Division, based out of Camp Pendleton California. I spent most of my time on detached duty to the Special Operations Group run out of Langley and Falls Church, Virginia. 

We did many things I am happy to forget. We also did a very few I'm proud of. I was at the end of my hitch with about a week left to go and no real plans when a friend, Redland (Red) McDaniels, called and asked if I wanted a job running security at the new mall he was building. The Torrington Mall was due to open in about three months. At first, I thought it was a joke. Then I found out it was to be the largest mall in the region and one of the largest in the world. So of course, I said yes. The six-figure salary and use of a company SUV was a nice inducement too. I would be in charge of what amounted to a small police force with more than a hundred men and women under my direct command. That was over two years ago now.

A car accident three months ago has kept me off my feet for the most part, thanks to a hip-to-ankle cast on my right leg. I wasn't even driving when Red and I got "T-Boned" at the intersection. Red walked away without so much as a friggin' scratch. (The Lucky Bastard!) Me, I can be up on my feet for a couple of hours at a time and even that's painful. Neither insurance company wants to pay the bills and my own medical provider says to bill the auto insurance for them. The insurance companies are fighting it out in court as to who will pay so my own health coverage is what I have to rely on. My lawyer tells me this is going to make a filthy rich man of me once he gets done suing both insurance companies for refusing to cover my medical bills and the physical therapy. But, that's down the line and I'm here now. 

I've been able to work my upper body and keep toned for the most part but I was used to running ten miles a day, everyday, minimum. The cast came off last week. (Thank You, God!) I know I'm a little overweight now but I'm still solid and in better shape than most. I even signed up for a gym membership to get rid of the extra pounds. I have the type of metabolism that requires me to be active. A sedentary lifestyle is not an option for me. If I'm not active, well it all goes around the middle; hence my current predicament. My doc says my bones have healed remarkably well, so with a little therapy and a little time I'll be good as new, aside from the occasional weather related pain. 

My doc and the physical therapist both wanted me in a structured environment for my rehab but my own insurance wouldn't cover all of the therapy and the difference in cost made it cheaper to buy a year's membership at a good gym with certified trainers available. So, I checked the local establishments out and picked the best of the lot. As is happens the best local gym is in my mall. 

'Body Dreams' is on the second floor mezzanine and has heated therapy pools and a full sized twenty-five-meter pool as well as every kind of workout equipment you could ask for, and on-site trainers and physical therapists. Normally I wouldn't have wanted to spend that kind of money, but as I'm a mall employee my discount made it the most affordable option. Lucky me!

I'm not wealthy but I'm not usually hurting for money either. I hit the Mega-Bucks lotto a while back, two weeks after I got out of the Marines in fact. It wasn't a huge win and I elected to take the structured annual payments to cut my tax bite. I don't touch that though, not for anything. That's going to let me retire in comfort in ten or fifteen years. I'm twenty-six and working a good six-figure job that I like and now I own two slaves. Who woulda thunk it?                                                                                                                                                                 

Anyway, here's what happened...

*****

Chapter 1

It was a dreary, cold, and wet Saturday evening as I came in through the East doors. I had hoped to get into the office and do a little paperwork before heading over to Body Dreams for my therapy session in the pool.(If it wasn't the best gym around I'd never have set foot in the place with a corny name like that, now I'm glad I did.). My right leg was improving but it was still a little weak and throbbed when the weather was bad, like today, so instead of the steps I was on the wheelchair ramp leading to the half level that ran three quarters of the length of the mall. I was contemplating skipping straight to the heated pool instead of the office, when I saw this tall Asshole -- pardon me, man -- with a medium build, and a shaved head tugging on a chain. I'd seen his type before. He was the type to hassle anyone he thought he could, just because he was a big guy. In short, he's a bully. My mamma would have added "pig" to his description as well. I didn't like his being here but as we were in a public venue I couldn't say much unless he gave me cause. He was outfitted in black leather and looked like one of the bondage crowd. 

Behind him attached to the chain was a small woman, maybe five feet tall if that, in a full body PVC bondage rig and what must have been at least six-inch stiletto heels that forced her to walk on her very tiptoes. No shit, I mean she had on a head-to-toe body suit. It looked like something right out of a very bad porn movie. Her wrists were cuffed behind her back thrusting her impressive chest out for the whole world to see, and the chain hobbling her six-inch stiletto clad feet was no more than eight to ten inches long, forcing her to scramble to keep up with him. She wore a wide, tight, leather posture collar around her neck forcing her to keep her head up. Attached to it was a chain link leash, the other end was held in the assholes right hand. (Our mall was also host to not one but two private "Alternative Lifestyle Clubs" that catered to the rich clientele of the mall, so I figured they were probably on their way to one of them.)

I thought to myself, "She has one hell of a body on her. Too bad she's so freaky, and with this loser." I couldn't see her face behind the hood that was in place and I saw that she was wearing a ball gag as well. I noticed the hood had no eyeholes. She was blind and at his "mercy". The more I saw of this situation, the less I liked it. I was on the right hand side of the ramp to make use of the handrail, and they were entering the top of the ramp. When the asshole saw me limping up the ramp he let out a guffaw and at the top of his voice said, "WELL, WELL, a cripple as I live and breathe!" At that, he moved to my side of the ramp and began moving towards me. I think he intended to make me move out of his way but his plans backfired and started a chain of events that would forever change my life.

He came towards me and changed directions so quickly that his companion, hobbled as she was, could not keep up. As soon as he got within arms reach of me his companion lost her footing and fell into his back putting him off balance. I saw the chain reaction build, sidestepped, and the asshole went sprawling face first into the green all-weather tread of the ramp floor.(I may be injured but my reflexes are still sharp!) I decided then and there that if he gave me an excuse I was going to hurt him.

Unfortunately, he did not let go of the chain connected to his companions collared neck. As he fell, he gave the chain a mighty jerk and with her balance already gone to hell, she began to fall. I put out an arm and caught her around the waist to break her fall. I dropped quickly to my right knee, much as it hurt to do so in my condition, I let out a growl of pain. I learned in the Corps how to turn pain aside and use it to focus, so that is what I did. I looked at the girl and that's when I saw it. I knew the signs of torture when I saw them. I had seen them often enough in the Corps.

I felt a rage unlike anything I had ever felt before wash over me as memories of another time came flooding back. The girl in my arms was trembling so badly that she couldn't stop. "You stupid fucking cunt! I'll Make you bleed for that, you bi-yeowch!" The asshole was screaming at the top of his lungs. As the first part of the threat left his lips I seized the chain around the girl's neck and yanked it as hard as I could ripping the chain leash out of his hand. The links cut his right palm open as they came loose, and he grabbed at his hand cursing. I coiled the chain and placed it in the girl's palms, I then turned, stood and faced the asshole. The rage I felt had never abated; it magnified and fed on itself. I didn't have much time.

I took two steps towards him and placed myself between him and the girl. I spoke calmly and clearly, "You need to leave the premises sir. I will not allow you to hurt this woman anymore. Go find a new playmate." 

The asshole stood and laughed at me. "A fat assed fucking cripple thinks he's gonna take what's mine. What are you? Brain damaged or something?" He tried to rush me and as he threw his first punch, I used what Uncle Sam had taught me. I used his own momentum to send him flying back down to the bottom of the ramp.

He landed hard with a grunt, rolled to his feet and pulled out a weapon I recognized. The Sykes-Fairborn combat knife is recognized the world over for it durability and its construction. Its seven-inch blade, in the hands of someone who knows how to use it, is a fearsome weapon. Asshole didn't know how to use it, he wasn't a pro but even a talented amateur can kill you. He came at me swinging the blade low expecting me to dodge the blade by retreating back towards the girl. However, in a confined space, such as the ramp we were on, the best defense is to pick the impact site and control the damage. The blade pierced the top of my left forearm and passed through to the bottom. I tensed the arm and twisted it away from my body forcing him to open himself to my attack or release the blade hilt.

He let go but it was already too late. My right fist came up from low on my right side and into the point of his chin. I felt the bones in his jaw break in at least two places. As I followed through with the punch, I brought my left foot into a front snap kick that caught him just below the breastbone. He landed hard and stayed down. As he came to rest, the security squad on duty came racing towards us around the corner and up the steps. On seeing me, Jerry Parker, the squad leader asked "What's up chief? What the hell...?" he had seen the knife in my arm.

I looked at my arm. The blade was embedded to the hilt but it wasn't bleeding profusely, I'd been hurt worse and survived. "Call the cops and an ambulance..." I paused, "Better make that, two ambulances. Cuff that prick. He's got a broken jaw and maybe a cracked rib or two. Give me your combat folder and help me move this lady out of the walkway." I moved the girl to one of the tables in the court area to our right. 

As I spoke, my men followed my orders without question. Jerry got on his walkie-talkie, "S-1-9 to base we need PD and EMT's at the East entrance ASAP. S-1 is hurt; send the first aid kit to the East deck ASAP, S-1-9 clear." Terry, the dispatcher, acknowledged and we headed for the girl. 

I turned to Jerry "I need a thin sharp blade now! I know you're carrying one Jerry, so lets have it." He just looked at my arm and the blade in it and back. "Now, Jerry!" I roared.

The guards weren't supposed to carry weapons of any kind thanks to some idiot in the state legislature, but Jerry never went unarmed. He pulled out a four-inch Spyderco combat folder, opened it with a flick of his wrist, and handed it to me. 

I began to examine the outfit the woman wore. Every zipper, buckle, snap, hell – any - fastener of any kind had been sealed shut with epoxy or something like it, down to and including the buckles that wrapped her delicate ankles on her shoes . They would have to be cut off as well. This was not good, not good at all. PVC makes you sweat. It does not breathe so if you wear it for very long you can dehydrate quickly. It also stores and reflects body heat, so heatstroke is a real possibility in a rig like this. I'd seen similar rigs used as torture devices in countries that my record says I've never been to, I never thought I'd see one in use here. She had been in this thing far too long and I was afraid she was dying right there in front of us. I worked a finger under the edge of the PVC near her face and slipped the knife under the strap of the ball gag. It too, was glued in place so it could not be removed.

As soon as the strap on the gag parted, the woman spat it out and tried to scream. Her mouth and throat were so dry that she could not speak or even make a sound; all that came was a dry hissing that broke my heart. I saw that her lips were dry and cracked. She started to struggle and while holding her head near my own I heard static. The bastard had put ear bud headphones playing "white noise" in her ears so she could not hear. She didn't know we were there to help. 

Wounded as I was I couldn't control her, hold her still, and cut her free, too. I had to have Jerry help me. "Jerry she can't hear us. She thinks it's that sick fuck over there. Hold her still while I work on getting that hood off so she can see and hear what's going on. And send for some water." One of the other squad members, Ray Tyler, took off for the Orange Julius stand down the corridor without being told, as Jerry knelt behind the woman and wrapped his arms around her. Jerry stands at six feet eight inches and weighs more than I do so this little woman had no chance of resisting him. He held her still and I worked the blade as carefully as I could around her neck cutting the PVC so I could peel the hood from her skull. 

She froze when she felt the blade slide next to her skin. The sharp blade parted the PVC quite easily and then I came to a wire near the left side of her neck. As it parted, the white noise stopped. I said, "If you can hear me, wiggle your feet." I heard the chain jingle as she complied. "Don't try to talk yet. We've sent for water and it should be here soon. We are with mall security and we need to get you out of this getup ASAP. The prick has glued all of the buckles shut so I have to cut you free. If you move too much while I'm working, you could be injured so please be still for a few more moments." As I spoke, her breathing calmed and she stopped shaking quite as much. As she relaxed, Jerry let her go.

She gave a brief nod of assent and I went back to work, murmuring soothing words to her all the while. After several minutes I made a final cut, the hood came free, and I carefully peeled it off her head. Her medium length hair was damp, and matted with sweat so I couldn't tell what color it was; anything from a brown to a honey blonde was my best guess. The woman shook her head and took a moment to get her bearings. She looked up at me and I was lost in a sea of emerald green. 

At that moment, Ray arrived with several bottles of water, a bottle of Gatorade and the tram carrying the first aid kit. I took one of the bottles of water, opened it and gently poured a little into her mouth. As the water hit her parched throat, she began to cough. "Slowly, little one, slowly," I cooed softly to her. "If you try swallowing too soon you could hurt yourself." I spoke in a low calm voice trying to soothe her. After all, she didn't know me from Adam. She nodded again and I brought the bottle to her lips. "Just hold the water in your mouth and let the tissues absorb it. You'll know when you can swallow." 

I filled her mouth with more water and after a moment, I saw her relax and swallow without trouble. I gave her more water and then turned to the first aid kit and got out some gauze and a large sterile pad. I took the ten-inch square pad, wrapped the hilt of the knife in my arm with it, and hissed as I drew it quickly from my flesh. I wrapped the blade in the pad and set it aside for the police. I took two more of the gauze wipes, cleaned the area around the wounds, and then put a medium-sized pressure bandage on it with a little help from Jerry. We were still waiting for the EMTs and the cops to arrive but at least now I wasn't dripping blood all over everyone.

I picked up Jerry's knife and began working to get her out of the suit again. I paused and glanced at her as I said, "I'm betting you are not wearing much under this thing" I had just opened the leather collar by cutting a "V" in it and splitting the leather. I then cut a v-neck opening into the PVC so she could breathe a little easier. She flushed and shook her head no.

"Jerry, go over to the tram and get the bolt cutters. I wanna get her hands and feet free before the cops get here." He nodded and quickly returned with our version of bolt cutters. It's a powered, hardened steel cutting wedge with a two horse motor attached to it. We took Polaroid's of her condition to use as evidence, before freeing her hands. The cutter made short work of the links and then the cuffs as well as the ankle cuffs. "What is your name, miss?" Jerry asked. With the water she was drinking, her color was improving but her voice was still unsteady.

"R-R-Rachel. My name is Rachel Curtis." The stutter in her voice made me want to comfort her, to take her in my arms and tell her it would be okay because the bad man could never hurt her again. The pronounced Irish lilt in her voice was intoxicating to me. 

I looked at her and asked, "Do you know where you are? Or how you got here?"

She shook her head in the negative. "He put that d-d-despicable h-hood on m-me and then put me in a van. I don't know where we are. It s-s-seemed w-w-we drove for hours. Then he pulled me out of the van and here I am." She was beginning to tremble in reaction.

"Jerry, get on the horn and find out what's keeping the cops and the EMTs. I'm gonna take her to Della's and get her into some proper clothes and out of that damnable suit. If the shit head wakes up again before they get here, kick him in the head till he's out again." Jerry knew me well enough to know I was only half joking about that last bit. I took a spare radio from the charger on the tram.

I knelt and cut the straps holding her feet in those gruesome shoes. She sighed in pleasure as I removed them and rubbed her feet for a few moments. I stood and held out my free hand and after a moment, Rachel took it. I helped her stand and then took my charge to Della's House of Fashion. 

Della is a bubbly middle-aged black lady that gets a kick out of my southern-bred manners. She loves to tease me and it always has a sexual edge to it. I walked Rachel into her store and said to the clerk, "I need Della ASAP. If she's not in the office call her cell, I have to speak with her now."




My Day at the Mall



Della's voice came out of the back and said "I knew you'd come sniffin' round here one day. Just could not resist my big ol' chocolate melons hey, Sugar?" That's my Della for you, always thinking with her pussy. I swear she shoulda been born a man! 

As soon as she saw me, covered in blood and half carrying Rachel she became all business. "Sugar! What in the hell happened to you? What's goin' on here? You done gone Fruitcake on me sweetie?" Fruitcake was Della's name for the bondage crowd. 

I smiled at her and said, "Not hardly, ma'am. This little lady got herself hooked up with an asshole." I gestured with knife towards the ramp outside her door, "I'm gonna have to cut her out of this rig and she ain't got nary a stitch on under it. I need some proper clothes and things for her, and a private place to do this. The cops are on their way and I'd like her to be ready when they get here. Bill me for it and I'll take care of the clothes."

Della looked past me and saw Jerry standing watch over asshole to make sure he stayed put for the cops. "That your handiwork, Sugar? Looks like you did a number on him." As she spoke, she took Rachel by the arm, "Come with me sweetie. We'll get you out of this thing and into something proper." She glanced at me. "Come on big boy. You got the knife." She turned and led Rachel and me back to her office.

She asked Rachel her sizes and then left me to cut her free of the garment. I looked at her before I began, "I'm sorry about this. If you'd rather Della do this I can wait outside..."

"No! Don't leave me!" As she spoke, she grabbed on to me as if I was about to disappear. She started to shake again and I stroked her hair as I cooed nonsense into her ear.

"Shhh... I'm not goin' anywhere Little One. I'll stay as long as you need me to. It's okay." I stroked my hand up and down her back until the tremors subsided. She pulled back and I could see tears in her eyes. I took a thumb and brushed the tears away.

She smiled at me and I swear that I have never seen anything so lovely in my entire life. I was again lost in her beautiful green eyes. Then she dropped the bomb. "Where's Becca? Where's my sister?" I went cold. There was more than one?

I keyed the mike on the radio and said, "S-1 to Security Dispatch. Replay the tape for the East entrance. I want to know which vehicle our perp came in, there maybe another victim inside. Look for a van or large SUV. You can't miss him on the tape."

"Dispatch, copy that boss, I'll have a location momentarily. Dispatch out." Terry Vaughn was our dispatcher and I'd never worked with a better techie in my life. Two minutes later, he came back. "Dispatch to S-1. Vehicle is parked in row K six spaces from the crosswalk. It's the only full-sized van in the row. Black and the windows are tinted. Keys should be in the perps right front pocket."

I started to key the radio again when Terry continued, "S-1 be advised PD and EMTs are diverted to a major multi-car collision with fatalities and chem spill. They will arrive ASAP but it could be a while. Dispatch out."

"Damn it!" I said. I keyed the radio, "S-1 to S1-9, Did you copy Dispatch?"

Jerry came back, "I copied S-1. S-2-6 is en route to the vehicle as we speak. He'll be in touch in a moment." S-2-6 was Ray Tyler's radio designation.

Ray's voice came over the radio "S-2-6 to S-1, the vehicle is empty. Say again, vehicle is empty. Sorry boss."

I replied, "Copy that, RTB (return to base) and contact P-1. Notify him of the situation, S-1-9 collect his I.D and see if we can get an address on this prick, S-1 out." I turned to the small woman, "I'm sorry. Do you know where you were before he brought you here?"

She nodded her head, "Outside Covington at his dad's place. He said his father was in a home somewhere and that no one would hear us scream there."

"S-1-9 to S-1. I have his ID and an address. Name on the ID is Roger Winslow the address is in Covington." Jerry's voice sounded smug. "S-1, my cousin works at the Covington PD. Should I call him." 

"That's affirmative! Tell him possible kidnap and torture victim probably on site." I paused and looked at Rachel and asked, "How did he get a hold of you and your sister?" 

She shook a little and said, "My sister and I came to see our uncle. He is ill and in Covington Memorial Hospital and asked us to come. We had been here about a week and I wanted to go clubbing. Becca stayed home, she doesn't care for the club scene. She likes going to the cinema instead. One night Becca didn't come home. I was worried but didn't know what to do. The next day, I received a photo of her bound and nude, with whip marks up and down her back. The note said to come alone to this place and it had a map. I went and he invited me in. I demanded to see my sister and he hit me." Her eyes - as she spoke of the beating and then the subsequent rapes - were flat. I could see her dying inside as she remembered it. She told of several days, nearly a week, of abuse and torture. He used her sister to force her obedience and used her the same way against her sister. They were kept in cages on the floor in the basement. 

The EMTs arrived as Della brought clothes in for Rachel to wear. She had stood behind the small woman as she spoke. Della whispered to me, "You don't owe me nothin', Sugar. You find her sister and we're even, you hear?" The outrage in her voice left little doubt that she would like some quite time in a room alone with the asshole and a hammer.

I nodded, "I'm going to wait outside here so Della can help you get dressed." At the mention of my leaving her, she began to tremble and cry again. 

"Don't go! I'll be good I promise! Please don't go!" She wailed and grabbed me around the waist. She looked as though her mind was on the verge of breaking.

Della knelt in front of her and said in a calm reassuring voice, "Honey, calm down now. Sugar ain't goin' no place. He's gonna stay right here and help ol' Della. Ain't that right Sugar?" She looked at me very pointedly.

I smiled and took Rachel's other hand, "I won't go if you want me to stay. I promise. I'll be right here." She calmed and I realized I had just made a devils bargain. I was now responsible for her mental state; I would be with her as long as she needed me.

The smaller of the two EMTs, a small wiry looking woman, named Sally Kirkland according to her jacket pocket, poked her head in and said, "Your perp will be out for awhile. I understand the woman is a victim and you have a knife wound?" I nodded at her. She came over and inspected the field dressing I had put on my wound and said, "Tight, I'm impressed. I still need you to go to the hospital to get checked for sure but it looks like you'll be fine, Mr. Richards." My head snapped round to look her in the face. 

She smiled at me, "I was the first on the scene at your accident. You look better now but you keep finding trouble." I grunted my assent. I raised the blade to begin removing more of the body suit from Rachel when Sally's hand stopped me.

"I want her to take this thing off at the hospital so it can be used as evidence. If we do it here, the scumbag's lawyer will claim tampering and we won't be able to refute it conclusively." Sally's voice held a touch of menace as she spoke. I looked at her, "I've seen it before. If we do it now, that scumbag will walk."

I sighed and told Rachel, "I don't like it but she's right. The hospital is only a block from here. Can you make it another few minutes?" At Rachel's nod, we picked up all of the pieces to the body suit and put them in an evidence bag that Sally had in her kit.

Her partner brought in a gurney and we put Rachel on it. When Sally's partner, Mike, tried to touch Rachel, she began to tremble violently. Seeing it he backed off and motioned Sally to take his place. We draped a blanket from her neck to her knees so that people couldn't see what she was wearing and Della put the stack of clothes in a bag for me to take with her. A second gurney held Winslow and was being loaded into another ambulance.

The ride to the hospital was uneventful and we were shown right into a room. A small man, about five foot-eight with thinning black hair, came in and with obvious disdain in his voice said, "I'm Dr. Branch. I hear we've been playing a little rough today..." The condescension in his voice was choked off as my right hand caught his throat and I lifted him from the ground.

"Get a female doctor in here. She," I nodded at Rachel, "has been tortured and raped for the last week and if you see me again it will be the last thing you see. Am I clear?" The hostility in my voice left no question that I meant what I said.

I sent him sprawling into the hall and watched as he scrambled to his feet and disappeared. A second later Sally and another woman in scrubs came around the end of the curtain. Sally said, "Dr. Branch is talking to the administrator about filing assault charges on you. Did you really grab him by the throat and threaten him?"

I nodded and told her what he had said and what had went on. Her face was a mask of outraged fury. "This is my big sister Maggie. She'll be Rachel's doctor if you don't mind. I'll be right back!" She started to leave and saw me move towards Rachel.

I looked at Rachel and she nodded saying, "That's fine as long as the other one doesn't come back." I helped her sit up and Maggie handed me a scalpel. 

Rachel calmed again and began to gingerly tug at the PVC around her neck. I knelt down again to help her peel the tight material off her skin. Sally yelled, "Stop! Don't take anything off I'll be right back." She dashed out of the room. We immediately heard raised voices in the hall followed by a loud female voice shouting for quiet. Sally returned in a moment and brought back her partner with a Sony digital camcorder and the Polaroid from our tram. She began to speak into the camera. "This is Sally Kirkland. I'm employed by the Torrington Fire Department as an EMT. We are at the Torrington Memorial Hospital Emergency Room removing a PVC bondage/torture suit from a victim, Rachel Curtis, who is claiming kidnapping, rape and torture. Okay Mr. Richards please assist Ms. Curtis in removing that thing."

"Hold very still." I picked up a scalpel from the tray next to the gurney. Looking into her eyes I watched as she nodded and then I moved behind her and ran the blade down the center of her back to the left of the actual zipper path. Once I reached her hips, I moved back to her neck and ran the scalpel down her arm to the elbow. I did the other arm and then ran it down each leg so she had some freedom to wiggle herself out of the suit. I stood and whispered in her ear, "Be brave, I'm right here." I stood back and allowed the doctor and Rachel to peel the bodysuit from her.

Sally gasped as the expanse of Rachel's tiny back was revealed. There wasn't a single square inch of her back that wasn't covered in stripes, vivid bruises and patterned abrasions of every kind. The rage I felt before was rekindled and magnified a thousand fold. I was going to kill the bastard who had done this. It was that simple. I would not share space on the planet with someone who would do something like this.

Her arms showed more signs of her torture, as did her legs. When she turned around I nearly lost it. He had branded her. It looked as though he had run a hot metal clothes hanger over her breasts. I closed my eyes so I would not see. If I looked, I would go into the other exam room and commit murder on the spot. I had never committed an act of deliberate murder, outside of war, before but I would gladly do it to this bastard. My rage flowed over me like a wave threatening to destroy my reason.

Maggie grabbed my arm and whispered, "The burns aren't permanent. They won't scar much, if at all. She'll heal, but if you lose it here she may never recover. She needs to see you still care for her despite what that bastard did to her!" She was speaking as though Rachel and I were lovers. Maggie had assumed a relationship that did not exist between Rachel and I and it was only at that point that I realized it. She wasn't wrong, at least about my feelings. My rage vanished in the wake of my surprise.

I was astonished. You just can't fall in love... in less than an hour...? Can you? It's not possible. Love takes time and work and... and... and I saw Rachel watching me. I just could not hurt her this way. I just could not do that to her. I nodded at her and she, for the first time, smiled at me. It was a shy little smile but it lit the room like a lighthouse beacon. I knew at that moment my heart no longer belonged to me; she owned it, and me, completely.

My introspection was interrupted by Jerry on the radio, "S1-9 to S-1. My cousin Mike says the judge in Covington is a "special friend" of our perp and will refuse to grant any warrants no matter what the evidence is. Mike says he will block any attempt at local interference with the man and has done so for years. He also said if we need any help to give him a call. He recommends the Feds for legitimate official help."

Shit! Shit! Shit! Just what I didn't want. I looked at Rachel and just knew my life had just become very complex.