38 comments/ 248070 views/ 52 favorites The Meek Shall Inherit By: dejectedgeek Over the course of my life, I've believed love to be a very confusing thing. So much so that I hadn't bothered finding it and rather to have just buried myself in school. I was a very meek person in high school, finishing out my fourth year, I was top of most of my classes, had a 4.0 GPA, and had an open invitation to go to any college I wanted. But I felt something was missing in my life. Not the satisfaction of proving my superiority through academics, but just an empty feeling inside. I brushed it off though and continued to focus on graduation, which was only a couple of days away. I wasn't a geek who was picked on constantly. I didn't wear braces, have glasses, or wear a pocket protector (if people still wear those things). In fact, most would've called me handsome or cute. But in reality, the only attention I ever garnered from girls was when they asked for my help in whatever class I happened to be in. I helped a couple here and there, but other than that I let them figure it out on their own. I wasn't going to be anybody's personal tutor, or only be appreciated as a brain. This may sound narcissistic, but it's the way I happen to view the world. But what happened to me would be almost an ironic event of sorts, the meek shall inherit the earth and all that jargon. The story starts on a Friday, last period and class of the day, math, everyone, including myself is packing it up for the day. As I finished stuffing my backpack with my algebra book and notebook, I glanced up and saw a girl standing before me; I hadn't recognized her before from any of my classes. I figured a friend must've told her about me and she wanted help. She was a very attractive girl. She stood a little bit taller than me, maybe 5"11, golden blonde hair that was pulled back into a ponytail, blue eyes, a curvy figure that was covered with a white t-shirt, and long legs in black jeans. Her face was very pretty and had a calming feature about it. She didn't have any make up on, not even lipstick. I finished zipping up my backpack and stood up before her, she was indeed taller than I was. Practicing the manners I liked to maintain, I greeted her, "Hello, may I help you?" I said, slipping on my backpack. As I started to look into her eyes, she placed her hands behind her back and asked, "Are you Tyler Monroe?" Her voice was clear, slightly pitched, something I wouldn't mind hearing all the time if I could help it. "Yeah, I am." As I continued staring into her eyes, I started feeling completely at ease, almost like I was in a trance. "Would you mine coming with me?" She extended a hand from behind her and waited for me to grasp. I didn't think and I reached out to grasp her hand, when we connected, I felt this rush of almost euphoria overcome me. She could've taken me to the worst neighborhood in town and I wouldn't care. We walked out of the classroom, attracting looks from various students as we continued on toward one of the exits. The girls were looking at me with a "is he really leaving with a girl?" look, while the guys had on "way to go" looks. We walked out to the parking lot toward an all white classic Ford Mustang; the strange girl unlocked my side first and swung around to open her own. I opened the door and removed my backpack, the girl indicated me to throw the bag into the backseat, I did and sat down. The car was very well kept; it was devoid of any dust, stains, or any type of dirt. I heard the engine start and a gear shift and we were soon pulling out of the parking lot of the high school. As we started down the road, I felt myself returning to a state of awareness. I quickly assessed the situation; I was in a car with a woman driving to an unknown destination, first things first. "Ahem...Um, may I ask who you are, ma'am?" The unknown girl turned her head towards me and told me, "Don't worry, just let me pull over here and I'll answer all the questions you ask." She pulled up to a parking lot of a supermarket, put the car in park and shut off the engine. The girl seemed very focused and I had a feeling like she had done something like this before. I started to feel a little worried, but that soon subsided when the girl broke the ice. "To answer your first question, my name is Angela and I am an angel." I suppose the suddenness of her statement made me think I misheard her, so I asked her to repeat herself. "I said, my name is Angela and I am an angel." Yep, that's what she said. At first she said that she was an angel in regards of her striking beauty, so I decided to go with it. "Well, you're certainly a very attractive girl, pretty as any angel." I smiled in a complimentary manner, shielding my true, "what the hell is going on?" feeling. "Would you like me to prove it?" Angela asked, giving me a matter-of-fact look. What's the harm in asking her to prove it, I thought. I agreed. She turned her back to me and pulled down her shirt down past her neck a little bit, I saw a tattoo of...wings. "Uh...nice wings. But how does this prove anything?" I asked. "Just a moment if you please." She took her hand and started to rub on the tattoo, a few seconds past and then I saw a bright flash of light emit from the tattoo and I shielded my eyes with my hands. "It's alright, you can look now." I slowly removed my hands from my face and saw...I couldn't believe it...WINGS. I was frozen in shock. Before me was actually an angel, a servant of Heaven. My shock was broken by Angela's voice, "Do you mind if I put them away? They hurt awfully bad when they're opened in a tight space like this." I shook my head a bit and told her that she could put away her...wings. I blinked my eyes several times, a plethora of words rushing through my head, but I managed to settle on one: Why. Before I could open my mouth to speak, Angela started to explain. "I know you're a smart guy, Tyler, so I know I won't have to explain that I am really an angel from Heaven. But you must be wondering why you're sitting in a '77 Mustang with an angel, right?" I slowly nodded in response. "Well, I've been watching you for a while, Tyler. In fact, I suppose it's fair to say that I'm your guardian angel of sorts. You may say to yourself, "But I've never thought I needed one." And well, that's true for the most part; you've almost never needed my services. You've taken good care of yourself. I mean, you're pretty much top of all of your classes, your home life is as good as it could be, you've got a bright future..." As she continued on, I thought about what she said, and she was right, I had never been in a really bad spot where guardian angels are supposed to help out. "...So let me get down to why I'm showing myself to you and what you're doing here. I'm here to impart to you a power. In fact, you would only be the second person I've given this power to. Would you like to know what it is?" "Yes, I would." I said, my curiosity growing more and more as each moment went by. "I am giving you the power to control...well, I shouldn't say "control" per say," Angela paused a moment, tapping her finger on her lips, "it's more like the power to...how shall I put this? Sway judgment. What that means is, you can persuade people to do what you want, to a certain extent. Listen closely, you cannot tell people to commit a crime or to do something that they have strong feelings against. This is immoral and if you did something like that, it's a straight shot to Hell, and believe me; you DON'T want to go there. I like you Tyler, you're a very good person, one of the nicest guys I've ever watched over in my after-life, and believe me, I've watched over many." I smiled at her compliment, but she wasn't finished speaking just yet. "I know you're unlucky in love Tyler." She couldn't be any more right. "I know that that majority of girls who talk to you just want to use your brain and help them with their academics. I think that's a great deal of unfairness and I think you think so too. We in Heaven don't condone vengeance of any sort, but we do believe in divine intervention and karmic justice..."just deserts" as some of you humans may put it. With this power I'm giving to you, you can just think that it's the reward of all of those good deeds you've done through your whole life. You're a good kid, Tyler. I know you'll use this unselfishly and not abuse it, otherwise, you know...You can go to Hell." Angela giggled. I felt soothed by her laughter, so this must be an angel's touch. Everything she had said was true, I didn't want to disappoint her, and I damn sure didn't want to go to Hell, so I put on a smile and simply said, "Thank you." "Now you understand everything I've told you?" Angela asked. "Yes, I do." I nodded in reply. "OK, well I suppose the last thing to do is actually impart with you this power, come here." She beckoned my closer and I inched my head closer toward her. She put a finger to the temple of my forehead and held it there, my eyes shifted toward her mouth; I saw her mouthing some words of some sort. Angela's eyes were shut but were soon opened as she finished mouthing the words and she removed her finger from my forehead. "Alright, you know have the power of persuasion." I looked at my hands to see if anything had changed, nothing had. I didn't feel any different either. "Relax; it's all in your head." Angela tapped my forehead a bit. "So, I can sort of do that Obi-Wan Kenobi stuff from Star Wars now?" The geek within me was making itself known. "Well, I suppose you can say that. Just remember what I said," Angela's tone of voice changed from a gentleness to a more stern one, "it's very important that you follow those two rules." "I understand completely. I will follow them to the letter." "Great! Now that you know what's what, allow me to drive you home." Angela started the engine and pulled out of the lot and headed toward my place. A lot was going on through my mind, but I decided not to give it too much thought right now. One step at a time. Between my glances out the window and around the car, my gaze found itself at Angela from time to time. I giggled to myself about her name, Angela. Why didn't I see that coming? I thought. Occasionally when I looked at her, she would catch me, at which point I smiled. She returned the smile and I felt calm. I wondered if this was what love felt like. Before I knew it, we were pulling on to my street. Angela really did watch over me, she found my house like it was driving to a McDonald's. She pulled into the driveway of my house, parked, and turned toward me. I nodded at her and she nodded as well. I smiled good bye and opened the door, but before I got out, Angela stopped me, "Don't forget this." She had my backpack in her hand, extending it out to me. I took it and thanked her. I started to get out once more and again, Angela stopped me, "And don't forget this." She leaned over the center console and planted a kiss on my cheek. I felt a huge surge of electricity flow through my body and I felt like I had just won the lottery. We looked at each other for a moment longer; I took in as much as I could of her heavenly beauty before we would part. The silence was broken by Angela once more, "Remember, I'm your guardian angel, you don't have to call me. When you need the most, I will appear. Take care, kiddo." She waved at me as I shut the door and I waved back, I continued to wave as she backed out of the driveway and started driving down the street. When the white Mustang escaped my view, I couldn't help but feel a bit of sadness. The only girl who was ever interested in me for me was gone. Even though our time together was as short as it was, it still felt nice to be with someone who didn't begin a conversation with, "Say, can you help me with this?" As I made my way to the front door, I began to remember the gift that angel gave to me; the sadness was replaced with happiness. After today, things were going to be a lot different for sure. *~*~*Home Again*~*~* Entering the front door, I knew my mother was home since I saw her car in the driveway. Instinctively, I called out and announced my arrival. "I'm home, Mom!" I hollered, my eyes searched for any immediate sight of her, but to no avail. She must be in the kitchen, I thought. Walking toward the kitchen, I replayed a few moments in the car in my head, specifically the part where Angela told me I could "persuade" people into what I wanted to do. I knew that this was a tremendous power to have and to abuse it would go against every moral fiber that was me. But where was the harm in having a little fun? I wondered. I pushed open the swinging door to the kitchen and indeed, there was my mother, preparing dinner. My mother was a kind woman, she taught me a lot about being polite and nice to people. She and my father worked hard to provide for me and I had never taken it for granted. Mom looked behind her from the stove and saw me and gave me a small wave. "Hello, dear, how was school?" she said, all the while stirring something in a pot. "Oh, it was fine. Since everything's ending so soon, we just did reviews today. Everyone's just excited they're graduating." I sniffed the food that was simmering on the stove, it was very inviting. "Everyone except you, it looks like." Mom took a spoon and tasted the concoction cooking; she dipped into the pot once more and beckoned me over to her, "Try this." I took the spoon and tasted it...beef stew, definitely one of my favorites. Handing the spoon back to her, I told her it tasted fantastic and headed upstairs to my room. Walking out of the kitchen and into the living room, I bounded up the stairs two at a time, until I finally reached the walkway leading to my room. Opening the door, that homey familiar feeling took over as my eyes took a quick scan around the room. Lining the walls were various wallscrolls of anime characters and videogame artwork, reflecting the inner-nerd/geek within me. Not to remain one sided, posters of a couple of models also clung to the wall. I tossed my bag to the floor and decked myself out on my bed and began to replay the last couple of hours of my day. I was just drifting off to take a short nap when I heard the phone ring in my room; my mother picked it up from downstairs. I was about to relax into my pillow when I heard my mother calling from downstairs. "Tyler! There's someone on the phone for you! Could you take the call?" My mother's voice was slightly muffled through the door, but I made out what she said well enough. I sat up from my bed and reached for the phone, picking it up from the handset. "Thanks Mom, I have it. *Click* Hello?" I didn't know who it was. I rarely gave my number out, the only times was to a few girls who needed some extra help. "Hi, Tyler?" It was a girl's voice. "Yes, this is Tyler. Who is this?" I didn't want to sound rude, but that's hard to do when someone you don't know calls you out of the blue. "Oh, I'm sorry. My name's Cheryl, I got your number from Kelly. She said you were sort of a genius and that you helped her out with her grades. I was wondering if you could help me too, what do you say?" She certainly sounded cute. It wasn't like me to turn down someone who needed a little help, but for some reason, I felt a little suspicious. Feeling paranoid or not, I agreed to tutor her as she needed. "Great! I'm so glad to hear that, do you mind coming over now? I need some help on this geometry homework real bad." In her voice, I sensed a slight tone of desperation. School was over in a few days, why leave her hanging? I thought. "Um, sure. Where do you live?" I stole a peak at the clock on my desk, only 5:12pm; I guess I could come over and come back in time for dinner. "Oh, I live over at 310 Laurel St." That wasn't too far away and Mom wouldn't mind me borrowing the car. "310...OK, I'm heading out now, I'll be there shortly." "Wonderful, thanks a lot. I really appreciate it. Bye. *Click*" After hanging up the phone, I opened my backpack and reached for the math book. After acquiring it, I headed downstairs and back into the kitchen where my mother was. "Mom, the girl who just called, Cheryl, would like me to come over and help her out with some of her math homework," I held up the book entitled "Applied Geometry", "Do you mind if I borrow the car? I might be late for dinner too, so you and Dad should go ahead and start without me." My mother turned from the refrigerator to face me and gave me a somewhat worried look. "Well, I'm not sure if you're still ready to drive." She grabbed a bunch of cilantro. "C'mon Mom. I know I got my license only last month, how am I supposed to get any better if I don't get more real life experience?" I gave her a "weigh the pros and cons" look and waited for her answer. Shortly after I finished speaking, my mother seemed to have a different look...It was slightly blank, but then it changed to a smile. "You're right honey, I'm sorry I didn't take that into consideration. Go ahead and take the car. And don't worry about dinner, I'll leave you some leftovers and you can eat when you get home. You're such a nice boy, helping out other students like that." My mother walked to the kitchen counter and grabbed up her keys and handed them to me. Taking the keys from her, I turned and made my way to the front door. "Thanks, Mom. I'll see you in a little bit." Waving to her, I left the kitchen and headed out the front door. I didn't give it too much thought at that moment, but my mom would probably have chewed my ear off about not telling her about this sooner (like I could) or give me a list of reasons why I shouldn't be out driving. She didn't though. And that's when I realized that maybe this "persuasive" ability was the real deal after all. I didn't want to dwell on it, much as I wanted to, I had somewhere to go. I unlocked the door to my mom's 1998 Pontiac Grand Am and hopped in, tossing the book on to the passenger's seat. After I buckled up and went through the motions, I hit the ignition and backed out into the street, heading towards Cheryl's house. Driving along to my destination, I wondered how exactly I could use this power effectively. What was it that I did that made her accommodate my request? Maybe I just have to be able to convince them that what I think is in their best interest? Perhaps I could just ask nice? I couldn't just tell someone to do what I wanted, I figured. The general idea was to persuade, not goad or coerce. As my thoughts continued on, I arrived at Cheryl's home. I looked at the house's front and saw the numbers 3-1-0 and concluded I was at the right address. I parked on the curb and got out, examining the area slightly. The house was very well kept, the lawn was trim, and the house looked bright, no discernable areas of neglect anywhere. The driveway was empty though, maybe they parked the cars in the garage, I thought. I moseyed up to the front door and knocked twice, my other hand gripping the math book. Inside, I heard footsteps approach the door and it soon opened in front of me. Now that I saw her in front of me, the voice on the phone was certainly a match for the body. Cheryl was certainly a very pretty girl, not the kind of pretty that I was accustomed to. There was something different about her, she had a sort of flair about her, I couldn't quite put my finger on it though. She stood just a tiny bit shorter than my 5"10; she was thin, athletic, maybe a cheerleader? She was wearing an old t-shirt and sweatpants; I guess no real need to dress to impress me. I held up the math book and smiled and she ushered me into the house and closed the door behind me. The house, like the yard, was very well kept. Various art pieces lined the walls, mixed with a few pictures of the family; the house had a very homey comfort to it. As I stood in the living room, my eyes wandered further around, passing the couch and loveseat area in front of the fireplace, passing the mantle lined with various pictures and a few trophies, passing the walls and then finally landing on Cheryl who had stood there tapping her feet. The Meek Shall Inherit? When she awoke at 3am, she was not surprised to find him occupying all her thoughts already. He'd been in her dreams only moments before, though she could not recall the details. He'd been in her mind for days now, taking up all her imaginings, affecting her concentration at work, affecting the amount of attention her family received. She fought with him as much or more than the times when they were civil to each other. There had never been anyone in her life before who spoke to her in the manner he did. He was blunt, painfully so, and he didn't accept her feeble excuses for any behavior he did not judge to be totally honest. It angered her so when he dug to her very core and brought to light feelings and thoughts she'd kept hidden from herself for years. But in her anger, she couldn't understand how she felt such an attraction, a drawing. It was not a physical attraction - how could it be when they'd not even met in person yet? It wasn't a sexual attraction - albeit being laid open naked and vulnerable the way he did was highly arousing to her. It was deeper, like gravity, like a moth to a flame, and she already felt the burning. She fought verbally, she attempted to fight emotionally but that was quickly a losing battle, and she fiercely resisted all his invitations to come to him. Not for the normal reasons one might expect, not to avoid cheating on her husband because they'd always enjoyed a somewhat open marriage. She resisted because she was terrified of being swallowed up by him and disappearing altogether. She'd been around the block long enough to know what a power exchange was and she'd been involved (to a small degree) that way before, knowing the dominant partner only had the power that was given to him by the submissive partner. If the sub said "no", the game was over. But she could not say no to him. She felt under a spell of a kind she did not understand. Captured, taken, overwhelmed. And most disturbing, such a large part of her reveled in it and wanted more! A time was rapidly approaching when he would issue his invitation again and she would be all out of excuses and have to face her fear. She drifted back into uneasy sleep, surprising herself by wishing that day would come soon. A week later, at seven in the evening, she found herself driving downtown towards the Westin. He'd flown into town that afternoon, told her to be there that night and to expect to spend the long Labor Day weekend in his company. She'd felt like a deer in the headlights, her eyes darting to and fro in near-panic, knowing there was no way out. Her mouth was dry and her hands shook with expectation as she entered the bar where they were to meet. She was dressed very casually, a last defiant act, knowing that he was accustomed to the finer things in life. The casual, colorful, flouncy sundress stood out against the corporate suits and the basic "little black dresses". Maybe it was grasping at her last straw of autonomy because even then, before laying eyes on him, she felt his presence nearby. The hostess saw her standing alone surveying the room and asked, "Are you meeting someone?" She jumped at the unexpected intrusion into her thoughts and stammered, "Uh, yes." "I believe your gentleman is right over here. If you'll follow me….?" Kim nodded and made her feet obey. The woman led her through a small maze of tables and diners to a smaller room off to the left side. No wonder she'd not been able to spot him before. She wondered how much more he'd had to pay for this extra privacy. When he saw her approaching, he rose with good manners and pulled out the chair to his right and then just watched her. Kim's eyes met his and she suddenly feared fainting. Her knees turned to rubber and chills ran the length of her spine. The way he looked at her - looked INTO her - was a physical sensation. She knew what a tin can felt like when it first encountered the can opener. "Kim," he nodded cordially as she took the chair he offered. "Hello Scott," she said, wishing it had not come out so meekly. He asked her a couple of questions about what she liked to eat, then ordered for them both, something she'd not experienced before. And he ordered a bottle of wine. She'd never liked wine but she sipped it politely, figured she could slake her thirst on the ice water, but she discovered that apparently the more expensive the wine, the better it tasted. It wasn't half-bad. They made small talk while they waited and throughout the meal. Kim was pleased to find that he seemed to have a completely different personality than she'd previously expected, although he could not hide the fact that he was used to being the one in control. He was genuinely warm and very observant of who she was and what she thought. He listened attentively, he spoke with intelligence and authority and the more she listened, the more she wanted to hear. She did not realize that she sat there wide-eyed, rapt. The wine had taken off the edges of any fear or uneasiness she'd felt, it calmed her and opened her. "Let's walk a bit," he suggested after paying the bill. "The air will feel nice." Kim agreed. She'd felt herself getting warmer all along, not recognizing it as an effect of the alcohol. Scott could see the tiny beads of perspiration on her forehead. They walked through the manicured grounds of the hotel's gardens until Kim felt herself completely lost. The wine had dulled her senses from their usual sharpness and had made her giggly. She forgot how many glasses she'd had. Scott led them in a circular path, holding her hand now, noticing that, although she was not quite drunk, she was a little unsteady on her feet. They approached the pool and Kim squealed with delight. "It's so hot!" she said, "We should just jump right in there and cool off!" He was quite warm himself, feeling sweat trickle down the curve of his back every now and then, but he had other ideas. "No, our room will be cool and I'll have them bring us up another bottle of wine." With a resigned frown, she allowed him to lead her on past the pool as she watched wistfully over her shoulder. "All right." Their "room" as he'd called it was huge. A suite, larger and more opulent than she'd ever had in a hotel. Her idea of a hotel room was two double beds and a cheap TV. While she went to the bathroom, the wine arrived and he poured them both another glass. It was icy and felt so good after their walk. She quickly downed the first one and he refilled it. "I have to stop drinking," she mused to herself aloud. Her eyes had gone half-lidded and her speech was thickening. "I'll tell you when you should stop drinking," Scott said. Was it the wine or was there a harsher quality to his voice? More unquestioned authority? The sound brought tiny explosions in the deepest pit of her stomach and a tiny whimper from her throat. It was that Pavlovian response that she had thought she'd conquered long ago. It was not lost on Scott, though he did not comment. Kim fought the urge to answer "yes Sir". He moved closer to her on the sofa and reached up to stroke her cheek. The scent of heat was strong between them, musky, earthy, natural. Her hair was damp and he stroked wet tendrils away from her face. "I want you, Kim," he whispered in a tone that resonated through her cells. "I want to take you and make you feel things you've never felt before." The words seemed almost menacing to her and she felt a thrill of danger. The adrenaline release made the minute hairs stand up on her arms and the back of her neck. She didn't know how to reply and the mixture of fear and sheer little-girl innocence on her face inflamed him. He wanted her now, roughly, forcefully, and letting go of himself to do that was something he had to guard against. At least for now. Perhaps she'd had enough to drink, so he took the crystal from her hand and sat it on the table before them. When he turned back to her, he suddenly grabbed the nape of her neck with one strong hand and crushed his lips against hers. Another sound from her throat, part whimper, part moan, but there was no resistance. Her lips parted eagerly for his tongue and he tasted the wine on her. He kissed her this way until he felt her body squirming against him, then he pulled back. Her eyes opened slowly, regretfully; she'd not wanted to stop. Teasingly he put his lips just barely brushing hers, waiting to see what she would do. He moved his mouth very slowly over hers, smelling her skin, her breath, the wine. Almost tentatively, she let her tongue peek out from between her parted lips. They were puffy and crimson from the rough treatment of the kisses before, just like the lower set of lips after a good, hard fucking. She licked his lips, caressing them with the smooth, wet tip of her tongue. He opened his mouth slightly and let her tongue duel with his own. He felt himself growing hard as steel. "Come," he instructed, breaking the contact again and rising to his feet. He held out his hand and she took it. He embraced her and kissed her once again before leading her towards the bedroom. Just past the threshold, he suddenly caught the scent of her arousal, the womanly smell now very strong, awakening the animal in him. Scott turned and shoved her violently up against the bedroom wall. Maybe she should have been afraid, but she was gone far past the point of worrying. He pinned her with his bigger body, raising her arms above her head and brutally grinding her mouth with his. Kim moaned, feeling herself respond fiercely, wanting to rub herself against him yet unable to move. He kissed her mouth, her eyes, her ears, and down her neck, the sweat in her hair now on his lips and nose. He kissed down her chest into her cleavage until he could go no further because of the fabric. With a growl, he turned her hands loose and ripped the dress open, scattering buttons all over the carpet. She'd not worn a bra at his request and he continued to rip until she was exposed to the waist. He pushed the top of the dress back off her shoulders but only halfway down, again effectively pinning her arms with the material. Now he licked her cleavage and moved to nuzzle her small breast. He tasted salt and the sweet distinct taste of her skin, something akin to caramel. Her pink nipple was a tiny stone in his mouth and he rolled it around with his tongue. First he sucked, then he nibbled gently with his teeth, then he bit harder until she cried out. Her breath grew more ragged, a frenetic pant. As he moved his mouth to get the other nipple equal treatment, his right hand caressed her thigh, moving under the hem of her dress, moving up until he felt the cotton of her panties. They were drenched and her smell was stronger now in his nostrils. He slipped a finger inside the panties, getting it fully wet and brought it up to her nipple. Her juices wet the whole aureola and he sucked it again. She squirmed and whimpered, caught in the conflict of wanting to move and to touch him but also wanting to just float and feel the sensations. Scott turned his attention from her breasts and using both hands, he ripped her panties down. He pressed his face into the triangle between her legs and breathed deeply, intoxicated by the smell of her. Using his fingers, he opened her lips, feeling her wetness even down on the tops of her thighs. He began to flick her clit with his tongue while his finger pushed up deep inside of her. Kim began to orgasm almost immediately and Scott felt a new gush of even hotter juices pouring out over his palm. She whined in protest as he continued to lick and to drink, her clit so highly sensitized that it was almost painful. She came again a few minutes later despite the pain; dizzy, overwhelmed again, her legs were unable to keep her upright. Scott felt her stumble and he stood, pulling her to him, kissing her again so that now he could smell her pussy juices around her mouth. He helped her stop out of the panties and let the ruined dress drop to the floor. Her breathing was unsteady and she made tiny mewing sounds like a lost kitten. The wine, the orgasm, losing her will to his, it all served to bring her fear to a head… panic looming in her mind. So many fears of losing control… and now all discipline was gone in an instant. "Hold on to me," he whispered, his mouth at her ear. "Let go of yourself and hold on to me." She did, clinging to him, her fingers entwined in his shirt. "You're so dizzy, aren't you?" he crooned. "The room is spinning around us…" He knew the response he was invoking. "Stop!" she cried out hoarsely. It was hard enough to stand up straight without his words battering her. "Never tell me what to do!" he growled at her, making her cringe. "I'm sorry!" she immediately wailed, "Please….." "Feel it, Kim," he droned on, his voice hypnotizing her. "So weak, so fragile…" It seem then that her strength gave out completely and she collapsed into his arms There were tears on her cheeks and as he lifted her, he kissed them away, reveling in their sharp saltiness, the tang of helplessness that he so loved. "Cry for me," he whispered. "Let it all out." Scott laid her on the bed and watched her curl into a fetal ball as he undressed. She was so small, so powerless. He knew all the wine had only started this reaction, he knew from many hours of conversation that she had one of the most suggestible minds he'd ever come in contact with. It was because of her openness, her honesty, that she did not have the barriers and partitions inside that most people built. He crawled up beside her and took her in his arms. She readily clung to him again. "I will take care of you, Kim," he told her, stroking her wet hair, running his hands down her back, loving the softness of her skin. "Let me protect you," he said, knowing how badly she wanted to hear those words. "Let me give you everything you've dreamed of." She cried now, tears falling freely on his chest. Cried at the conflicting emotions inside herself. She had been told to grow up, to learn to take care of herself, and now he was offering her what she'd desired her whole life. It couldn't be real, she knew... but she wanted it to be so badly. He held her tightly and truly meant the things he said. He wanted her more than any woman he'd known. He felt that she was a part of him and had been for many lifetimes before this. The raging hardness he'd felt before had diminished only slight and at the thought of her complete dependence on him, it swelled again. He needed to stop her tears now before she went deeper into her mind than was healthy. He whispered, "Kiss me". There was no hesitation. She put her lips softly against his, she'd reached utter surrender and was now ready to be reborn again, his possession, waiting to be taught what he desired. "Lick me," he whispered into her mouth. "Taste me." She ran her tongue over his lips, her eyes closed contentedly, again the baby kitten looking to nurse. She licked his cheek, leaving a cool wet trail. She licked his ear, sucked the lobe, then licked down his neck. "Mmmmm," she murmured, letting herself get lost in the sensuality of the act. As she ran her tongue over his chest, she squeezed her thighs together, feeling new moisture trickling there. She took time to flick both his nipples, grown hard with his own arousal, and she licked down to the small part of his navel. "Suck me," he commanded now in the same breathless whisper that seemed to draw her out of herself. He let his hand rest lightly in her hair. Her tongue trailed down into the line of his pubic hair, the coarseness of it tickling her cheeks. "Smell me," he hissed and she became aware of how strong his scent was. Sweaty as her own had been the rush of his testosterone was almost bitter in her nostrils. She licked his engorged shaft before settling her lips on the softer, more sensitive glans. His flesh tasted good to her, warm and alive and filling her mouth. Forgetting that she was supposed to be giving him pleasure, she luxuriated in the feeling of sucking. Of licking with her tongue as she moved her head around, rubbing his cock against all the surfaces inside her mouth. She moaned with pleasure as a rush of pre-cum painted her tongue, setting all her tastebuds on fire. She began to suck him harder, hungrily, hardly aware of his sounds of gratification when she suddenly felt his hand tighten against the back of her head. He was pushing her deeper onto his cock. When it first touched the back of her throat, she gagged and pulled off a little. He gave her this initial respite but only for a moment. Then he was pushing her head down even more insistently. Panic rose in her as she began to gag and she tried to pull away again but now his other hand was there too, gripping a fistful of her hair. "Don’t fight me, Kim," he told her. "There's nothing to fear." But she did fear. It was her nature to fear. And the arousal and the fear mixed together potently and flooded her body with raw desire that she didn't comprehend. She'd trusted him so far and she wanted so very much to please him. The sucking was comforting to her and she tried to focus on that instead of the continual gagging it caused. His hips thrust slowly now, moving his cock deeper and deeper into her throat. She gagged over and over, sometimes feeling as though she couldn't breathe, sometimes feeling as if she were trying to swallow the obstruction away. She tried to keep sucking him but she couldn't. Her whole world had narrowed down to this one point, her throat full of his cock and spasming convulsively around it. Kim was crying freely now, but not fighting, she was afraid but not panicking. Her stomach began to knot up with each gag and she fought to keep from throwing up. Scott's moans grew louder and that sound alone echoed in her head. She could not believe that this was about to bring her to orgasm! "Let go!" he shouted at her. "Let it all go, Kim!" She choked one last time before her tortured stomach could take no more. As her own orgasm began to wrack her body, hot bile rose in her throat. Her body rejected all the wine she'd drank, sending it up and out into her mouth, burning her as it came. The sensation was indescribable, the letting go of every muscle and every inhibition made her cry out in the pure ecstasy of abandonment. When the hot liquid boiled up into her mouth and touched his cock, Scott immediately began to cum. Kim's body continued to automatically try to swallow it all away and the muscles of her throat masturbated him until there was not a drop left inside him. He knew she was in distress, choking and coughing, and he pulled out quickly now. She gasped loudly, finally able to suck in a full breath. Sobbing uncontrollably, her whole body had gone limp. He circled her protectively and whispered reassuringly to her, telling her how wonderful she was, how brave she was, how much he loved her. When her breath evened out, he kissed her gently, the mixture of tastes in her mouth threatening to make him dizzy. Kim did not speak. She had reached that mindspace she craved, where there was nothing but the sensation of floating peacefully. She could only go there because she knew that her body was safe with him as she drifted. She could hear his voice in the distance telling her it was so. Praising her, loving her. She was where she needed to be. The End The Meek Shall Inherit THIS SILLY STORY KEPT RUNNING THROUGH MY MIND WHILE I WAS TRYING TO WRITE AND PROOF THREE LONGER ONES. FINALLY IN DESPERATION I WROTE IT. I HAVE NOT SPENT MUCH TIME ON IT BUT I FINALLY GOT IT OUT OF MY MIND. I AM SURE MANY OF YOU FINE READERS WILL NOT LIKE IT AND MANY MORE WILL TAKE EXCEPTION TO IT. I HOPE AT LEAST A FEW WILL FIND IT AT LEAST SLIGHTLY ENJOYABLE TO READ. FOR WHAT IT IS WORTH, HERE IT IS. AT LEAST NOW I HAVE IT OUT OF MY MIND AND I CAN MOVE ONTO OTHER STORIES. It is said that when you die your life passes before your eyes. Your failures, your triumphs, your sorrows, your fears, the high points of life flash through your brain as you gasp your last breath and your consciousness fades. There are constant arguments about the accuracy of that statement. Many argue that is not entirely correct. No one knows even how this little tidbit of knowledge or fable made its way into the human realm. Perhaps one of the Angels or spirits or any of the other supernatural entities gave this "knowledge" to humanity. However the knowledge came to be in the human realm it did have a basis in fact. Timothy Sloan lay on his death bed gasping his last. He turned his head toward the window and smiled at the sight before his eyes. A beautiful golden haired young woman sat between him and the window. Through the window he could see the beautifully landscaped grounds of the nursing home in which he resided. He had been alone for the last 20 years of his 96 year long life. Timothy's eyes took in the beauty of the young woman then slowly closed. He smiled and someone with exceptional hearing might have heard him whisper, "I'm finally coming now my darlings." His breathing, already shallow, became too slight to notice. He inhaled once again then his body slowly relaxed. His face still wore a contented smile. The woman raised her head from the romance novel she was reading when she heard the droning whine of the medical monitor attached to Mr. Sloan. She got a sour look on her face, sighed and carefully marked her place in the book then laid it on the table beside the bed. As she rose from her chair she could be heard to mutter, "Damn him. He had to kick off right in the middle of the steamiest part of my book. Thank God the creepy old bastard has finally died." The woman moved to the bed and gently, carefully checked for a pulse. She found none. She picked up the metal covered medical record file, looked at her watch and wrote in the file. She next picked up the phone and dialed a number. When she heard an answer she said, "Sloan died just now. Can you call the doctor please? I need his signed statement. And call housekeeping. We need to get the room cleaned as soon as we can. We have a damn long waiting list you know." As he gasped his last breath Timothy Sloan saw a flash of bright light. He closed his eyes against the brightness and staggered. He felt strange, buoyant, and full of life. He had never felt this great in his entire life. He felt strong and confident. He opened his eyes to look around and gasped in shock. He was surrounded by people milling around in wide eyed wonder as was he. There were beautiful people standing in the crowd shouting instructions. "Everyone stay calm please. Find the line with the first letter of your last name and fall in please. We'll take care of you in the order in which you arrived. Hurry now please." Tim saw long lines disappearing into the distance ahead. He could just make out letters of the alphabet over each line then he noticed more lines painted on the floor. Every so often an alphabetic letter was seen on the floor. He didn't know why but he felt an irresistible urge to stand in the "S" line. Without thinking about it he moved to the end of the line and began patiently waiting his turn for he knew not what. After finding his place in line Tim looked around. There were all types of people standing in line. Some waiting patiently as was he, some angrily. There were all ages and races, male and female. To his surprise there were even small children, babies who could not even walk in the line. He could not see how the babies and young children could move but somehow they moved forward with the line. Tim hadn't been standing in line long when he was pushed violently from his right rear. He stumbled out of line as he heard a voice from his past. He felt his stomach clench in reaction. "Hey move it asshole. I gotta get inta this here line," the voice said. Tim heard maniacal laughter and another voice from the distant past and shuddered. After the laugh the voice said, "Hell Rod let's just take cuts like we usually do. We got more important things to do than stand in a damn line anyway. Where the hell are we anyway? Last I remember we were out of dope and were going out for more." Tim was jostled once again then again. He turned to see his tormentors as they moved past him pushing and shoving as they headed toward the front of the line. When the last one moved past him he glanced over and laughed. He said, "Hey Rod. Look who's here! It's Timmy." The man pushed Tim back and laughed when he fell. Rod looked over his shoulder and snarled, "Forget that loser. Come on. Let's see what all this crap is about and find some beer and women." The three men continued working their way to the head of the line pushing and shoving as they went. If they came to an especially beautiful woman (and all the women in sight were very pretty at the least) they took time to harass her and if possible fondle her. Finally they were out of sight. Tim could still hear the uproar as they progressed toward the head of the line. To his disgust he could see much the same thing going on in other lines. He wondered why someone didn't enforce some discipline here. He also wondered why Rod and his friends looked so young. Come to think about it he looked as if he was still in his late 20's. What was going on? Hell, he was 96 his last birthday and was stooped, flabby and wrinkled. Tim stood and resumed his place in line. He pondered the situation as he and some of the others in the lines stood and looked around. The little scene Tim had gone through was being repeated over and over yet the lines were still slowly moving forward. Bullies seemed intent on cutting into all the lines. Their loud raucous laughter and snarling threats echoed throughout the large area. Most of the people in line just stood and gawked around. There was no conversation for some reason. Very little was said to the bullies or anyone else. Tim felt as if he should say something but for some reason he never did. Finally Tim got close enough to the head of the line to see a man dressed all in white sitting at a tall desk. Sitting in his comfortable looking chair he still was able to look people in the eyes when they stood before him. He did not seem to ever speak. The first person in the line came to him and stood quietly while the man gazed into their eyes. His expression almost never changed. After looking into the eyes for a moment he would reach out and press the palm of his hand to their foreheads, fingers splayed out across the top of their skull. After being touched the first person in line moved past the desk and went through one of three doors. To Tim's surprise when he got near the head of the line he saw Rodney Sampson standing in a small group of other men and women. His face was twisted in anger and Tim heard him shouting, "Listen asshole. My last name begins with an S. I got in your damn line like I was told and now you just make me stand here and wait? I got places to be and people to do. I don't have time to wait on you to decide to see me man." No matter what Rodney said he was ignored. What was surprising to Tim was that he just stood there and complained instead of pushing his way through as he usually did. Tim noticed his two sidekicks were nowhere to be seen then he saw Jasper Wilson standing at the head of the W line. He was also complaining loudly both about having to wait while others were seen ahead of him and because he couldn't stand with his friend Rodney. Finally Tim reached the head of the line. The man at the desk smiled. Tim heard, "Hello Tim. Now just stand for a moment please." Tim was shocked. He heard the most serene voice but the man's lips did not move. He watched while the man's hand moved to his forehead as it had for all the others before him. The man stared into Tim's eyes. Tim felt as if his soul was being peeled open then it happened. In a kaleidoscope of flashing images he felt and saw it. HIS LIFE! He was in a pink, moist warm environment. He didn't know how he knew it was pink because it was pitch black also. He heard a steady thump, thump, thump. He was warm and happy. He felt loved and safe. He heard a loving voice from his past say, "Honey I think I'm pregnant." He felt another burst of happiness and love then in rapid succession other images flashed through his mind. Tim saw a long tube like object repeatedly approaching and withdrawing over and over then a white substance shot from it. This was accompanied by feelings of deep love and almost unbearable ecstasy. Tim felt deep contractions, different from those accompanying the ecstasy then unbearable pressure. He felt wet and so, so cold. He was angry and he cried out. He felt soothing gentle cleaning and love being sent his way. He nuzzled up to a soft spot and locked his lips around it. He sucked and a most wonderful flavor gushed into his mouth. More flashes of scenes in his life. His first friend, the girl next door. Pain. Pain so intense Tim wanted to bend over and scream but he couldn't move. He was lying on the ground. His stomach hurt, his face hurt and his nose was bleeding. Rodney and his friends were standing over him laughing while Rodney pulled Jenny to him for a kiss. She resisted but it did no good. More flashes then another scene from the past floated to the front. Senior prom. Once again Rodney and his friends beat Tim. This time they just felt up his date and moved on laughing while the young girl cried as she knelt beside Tim. More flashes of his life. Good times and bad. Tim watched his working life flash before his eyes. He saw his wedding to Jenny then her death. He relived his devastation and hurt. He watched the special times in his life when he was able to help someone less fortunate. There was the young woman, a girl actually that he and his wife took into their home after someone beat her and killed her parents. Tim saw the horrible places he lived and felt once again the despair of not having a lot of money because he and his wife spent so much helping those less fortunate. Tim smiled at those pictures. He watched all his friends come and go yet always Tim helped. He was kind, compassionate, and thoughtful. He suffered abuse, took verbal slights and plodded on doing his job, living his life following the golden rule "do unto others as you would have them do unto you". Tim worked in many jobs during his life but they all had one thing in common—he HELPED people. His private life was the same. Need help? Call Tim. Even if you weren't his friend if he knew you and many times if he didn't he would give you all the help he could. So did his wife. There were many more memories flashing through Tim's head faster than he could see. Yet the man stared intently into Tim's eyes until finally the last memory flowed past; the memory of the nursing home and the beautiful blond watching him just before and just after he died. For once the man smiled then he removed his hand. Again his lips didn't move but Tim heard "Enter Door One Tim. Welcome." The man turned his head slightly and finally Rodney Sampson felt he could move. He quickly moved into line ahead of the woman that had been behind Tim. He grinned at the old man at the desk and said, "It's about time Old Man. Now hurry up. I've gotta teach that asshole another lesson." The man looked deeply into Rod's eyes as he did everyone who stood before him. He placed his hand on Rod's forehead. Rod stiffened and stood straight, straining to move but he couldn't. His face locked in a mask of fear and pain. He tried to scream but only gargled. Rapidly the old man removed his hand. Rod slumped in exhaustion and pain. He heard, "Enter Door Two Rodney." Tim opened the door he was directed to as Rodney moved away from the desk. Rodney began running trying to catch Tim before he got out of sight. Someone was going to pay for this shit and good old Timmy was right there. Rodney could almost feel the pleasure already as he contemplated the beating he planned to give Tim when he caught him. He snarled, "Hey wait up there Timmy. I wantta talk to you old man." He felt his anger surge when Tim continued through Door One, not waiting as Rodney demanded. Rodney grabbed the handle of the door Tim entered. He screamed. His whole body shook and shuddered as excruciating pain tore through his body. Finally a particularly violent spasm hit and tore his hand from the door handle. Rodney collapsed onto the surface. He drew in shuddering painful breaths and added more pain to that he planned for Tim when he found him. Rodney heard that cool calm voice in his head once again. It said, "Rodney I said enter Door number Two please." While Rodney was laying in pain two people carefully stepped around him and opened Door One with no problem. Rodney smiled to himself and rose slowly. He watched carefully. When the next person opened the door Rodney exploded into action. He violently shoved them aside and jumped through the door. The pain this time was completely unbearable. Rodney screamed and screamed. He felt himself violently expelled back out the door to land once again on the floor. This time the pain continued for what seemed like hours. Rodney could hardly breathe for the pain. He blacked out. Finally Rodney was once again able to stand. He stood glaring at the man who still sat looking into people's eyes and touching them on the forehead. With a roar of anger Rodney launched himself in a dead run toward the man. He took three steps and slammed into a wall yet he didn't see a wall. There was nothing there but he could not proceed. Once again he heard, "Door Two Rodney." In anger Rodney turned and moved to Door Two. He stood before his assigned door for several moments watching the other doors. It seemed the majority of people were being assigned to Door Three. Maybe ten percent went to Door One and twenty percent went to Door Two. Rodney grinned. He stood taller and laughed to himself. All at once he had it figured out! Wimps and losers went into Door One. Real men went to Door Two. He had already seen his two friends and some other men he knew go through Door Two. He recognized a few common idiots when they used Door Three. You know the kind—suck ups, worker bees, the average Joe's. The prey definitely went through Door One however. Rodney grinned once again and cockily opened Door Two. The handle seemed strangely warm. He smelled burning insulation when he opened the door. The light was poor and flickering, the paint dark grey, almost black. He stepped through the door and it slammed closed behind him. A door in front opened. On the wall he saw in orange red letters, "Step forward briskly. Welcome to HELL. El Diablo, Prop." Rodney smiled and thought 'what the fuck? Buncha damn kids and their damn paint.' As he walked Rodney became hotter and hotter. He felt the heat through the soles of his shoes. He was sweating and thinking how good a cold beer would taste. After several twists and turns Rodney saw a light ahead, a round opening. He moved toward the light and finally stepped out of a cave into a beautiful park. There were trees and flowers everywhere. In the distance he saw mountains. There was a stream running through the valley twisting its way along. Rodney stepped out into the sun and felt his body begin to sweat. His thirst grew. He ran toward the trees across the clearing. By the time he got to the trees his body was red and sweat was pouring off him. He rushed to the stream and jumped into it. He screamed and scrambled out of the water. It was HOT! The water must be at least 108 degrees Fahrenheit. Rodney moved on into the forest following the stream. Finally he came to a small clearing beside a deep pool. The water was moving slowly there. It looked as if this would be a cool wonderful place to rest, to bring a hot bitch and fuck her ass off. There was shade and the pool in the stream looked as if it would be a perfect swimming hole. Damn it was hot! If he didn't know better he would think the stream was cool. None of the plant life seemed to be suffering from the heat and dryness. Rodney didn't understand it all. He sat in the shade to cool off but he just seemed to be getting warmer and warmer. Finally he took off his clothes trying to cool down. What the hell? He was so hot his skin was completely RED! He felt as if he was sweating but there didn't seem to be any water on his skin. His crotch felt as if he had the worst case of crotch rot EVER. Rodney groaned from his discomfort. Rodney heard voices approaching and branches swishing against a moving body. He looked toward the noise and smiled. Perfect! It was Timmy. Now he could get him for the insults and indignity while he was in line. Oh, sweet JESUS! Look at the three bitches with Timmy. There was that skank—oh, hell what was her name? YEAH, Jasmine. Damn she was a good fuck. Too bad she died. He laughed to himself. Assholes never even found her body. There was the little mousy cunt Timmy married. What was her name? He and the guys always called her Cunt. Oh, Jenny. Yeah, it was Jenny. He would never have given her another look if she hadn't been Timmy's bitch. Hell, they fucked her a couple times a month. That was how she kept them from beating the fuck outta Timmy more than they did. Ya had to nail her once in a while just to stick it to ole Timmy. Rodney wondered if she ever told Timmy how many times he fucked her? He would have loved to see her when she got home to good ole Timmy after he and the boys did her. How did she explain all the jizz coating her body and draining from her cunt and ass when she got home those nights? Rod laughed to himself then doubled up in pain from his stomach. What the hell? Damn his gut hurt. He wondered if she was crying still. Who the hell was that other bitch with them? Oh! That was Timmy's third girlfriend. She ran away in the middle of the night he heard. Shit, he and the guys weren't done with her when she disappeared. He needed to find the gang and get to know these bitches again! Crap, look there in the woods. There was that little cunt Timmy and his wife took in after he and the guys beat her old man and old lady! Oh, hell, she was a lot of fun until she got away. Rod felt another sharp pain in his abdomen. He bent forward and screamed once again from the agony ripping through his body. Oh, sweet Jesus his gut hurt. Finally Rod was able to sit up once again. He looked over at Tim and his bitches then into the woods again. Hell, look at all the damn animals watching Tim. Hell, he could start a damn kennel with all those dogs! Tim and the three women stopped in the clearing. They looked around and smiled then walked up to the stream. All three undressed and waded into the water. Rodney laughed to himself. He couldn't wait to hear them yell and watch them try to get out of the hot water! Wait. What the HELL? They were splashing each other and playing. Oh, my GOD. Look at that Jasmine Bitch kiss Timmy. How could she stand to do that with the wimp? She needed a real man again. Rodney stood and rushed to the water. He almost screamed from the pain when the water hit his testicles. Damn it was boiling hot. How could they stand it? He reached for Jasmine to pull her out of the water onto the bank so he could fuck her again. Damn he was horny. His cock and balls ached with his need. The Meek Shall Inherit His hands hit a solid feeling obstruction just inches from the bitch. Rodney screamed from the pain. It was HOT! Now his hands and balls burned. He stumbled from the water and collapsed onto the ground. Damn, how could they stand it? I'll wait and jump them when they get out he thought. After what seemed to be hours the four frolicking people walked languidly from the stream. The child quit playing with the dogs and she and the dogs moved to meet Tim and the women. Tim and the women almost walked over Rodney as they left the stream. They didn't even seem to see him. 'What the hell', he thought. Once again he tried to grab a woman and once again he screamed with pain when he encountered the obstruction. His cock and balls became even more painful. His cock was so hard it ached. Rodney felt tears running down his cheeks from the pain. His cock and hands were now as hot as if they were being seared on a red hot piece of metal. Rodney heard Timmy talking. He said, "I think here is a good place don't you?" All the women seemed to agree. Jasmine and the mouse said, "Yes. We love it here. Let's do it." Tim moved to the edge of the clearing and out of sight. Soon he came back carrying tools. Piles of building material appeared at the edge of the clearing. Tim and the women began working. Rapidly a small cottage appeared. It almost seemed to assemble itself. Tim and the women did a minimal amount of the work, more guiding the unseen hands than actually building the structure. In less than a week a beautiful cottage stood beside the still waters. Shrubs, flowers and a small garden were started by the four and seemed to leap into existence. After the structure and landscaping were completed Tim and the women settled into an idyllic life. The damn girl child and dogs were always around and soaked up love and affection from each of the four adults. Rodney watched while they ate, slept and played. He screamed in rage and pain when he was forced to watch them make love and was unable to touch any of them. His hands and cock were now a mass of blisters. He walked bent forward from the almost constant pain in his stomach and abdomen. The pain came on when he either tried to hurt one of the people now living in the clearing or when he remembered something mean and hurtful he did in other places. One day three weeks after he found the four beside the still waters his two best buds showed up. Rodney smiled and greeted them. Before they even sat down he said, "Damn I'm glad you're here. Now we can get that asshole once and for all then we'll use the bitches again. I'm really gonna love making him watch us fuck his women this time." The three men rushed into the clearing toward Tim and the women. Inches from them they slammed into a clear wall. They all screamed from the pain. Their entire fronts were seared from the heat. They lay in the pasture like clearing and glared up at Tim and the women as they sat beside the still waters and talked lovingly to each other. Soon Tim stood and took the hands of his women. He led them past the still waters out into the green pasture. They lay down in the shade and began making sweet, sweet love with each other while Rodney and his two friends watched in anger and pain. Tim and the women never broke a sweat. They looked and acted as if they were just the perfect temperature no matter what they did. Rodney and his friends were hot, their complexions were red, and sweat was running into their eyes. Their stomachs throbbed from constant pain. They all had painful erections and extremely bad crotch rot. For some reason their bodies were hot and dry, painfully hot. They burned and ached from pain of their burns and their sexual need. They were ravenously hungry and thirsty but had nothing to eat or drink other than grass and the hot sulfurous tasting water from the stream. They burned with anger when they saw Tim and his females eating gourmet meals and drinking the finest wines. Their anger surged even higher every time they tried to either hit Tim and the women or say injurious things and were ignored. The three men heard Tim say, "Just look at this my loves. We have truly inherited a spot of heaven on earth." They heard Jasmine almost singing, "He leadeth me beside still waters, he makes me lie down in green pastures." She looked around and continued, "You know it IS just like I imagined heaven would be my love." The Meek Shall Inherit "Oh, I'm sorry; I guess we should get started, huh?" I smiled from the corner of my mouth and Cheryl flashed one back at me. "I left all my stuff upstairs, c'mon." Cheryl started to jog up the stairs and I followed behind her. Now I didn't like to have my mind wander around sexual things too much, being that they were a distraction, but now and then I would let myself go. This was one of those times. As we gone up the stairs, I couldn't help but notice Cheryl's tight ass moving from side to side, and I couldn't help but notice the familiar tingle in my jeans that I got when a hard on was coming. Luckily, Cheryl's room was just a short while away and I could sit down and not have to worry about my budding erection getting her attention. "C'mon on in." Cheryl walked into her room and plopped down on the bed. Following her in, I sat down on a chair at a desk. Her room was certainly reflected an individual characteristic. The walls were painted a sky blue and bordered with stars at the top area where the wall met the ceiling. It was devoid of posters, but didn't lack in artwork. Painted into the walls were various doodles of caricatures and designs, all were initialed "C.H." and dated accordingly. Wanting to establish a good rapport with Cheryl early on, I decided to comment on the artwork. "You've got quite a nice room. Did you do all that art yourself? It's very lovely." My head went from searching each picture to looking back at Cheryl, who began to crack a smile. "Thanks. Yeah, I drew all of it myself; I guess you must think it's pretty corny, huh?" Cheryl averted her eyes away from me. "Of course not. We've all got our own hobbies and talents. In fact, I bet my room looks a lot worse than yours, it's pretty lame...But anyway, I came here to help you with your troubles." I pointed at the math book beside on her on the bed, "Shall we get started?" "Oh yeah, sure." Cheryl picked up the book and began flipping through the pages to where she was having problems. That warm up session did some good, I got to know a little about her and I was no longer in danger of an impending erection. Cheryl found the area where she was having problems with and I looked in my own book and went over with her the basics and tried to explain it to her best I could. Time went by and gradually, Cheryl began to understand and grasp the concepts and ideas of the geometry. As we sat there in her room, I started feeling more and more at ease with her. I didn't feel wound up like I was when I tutored the girls who would just use me and toss me aside. I liked this feeling. I guess this is what it means to be appreciated by somebody other than your parents. Cheryl didn't have any bad features about her at all. She was nice, well mannered, was willing to accept help and guidance rather than just argue with me about how her way of thinking was right...again, I was reminded of her complete oppositeness of the girls I was normally accustomed to. I wondered, would she mind if I asked her out? This may not be the best place to do it, but I couldn't really think of any other more opportune time to ask. Why not? My thoughts were interrupted by the sudden shutting of the math book and a sigh of relief coming from Cheryl, "Whew. Thanks a bunch, Tyler. I didn't think I would ever be able to understand this crap, but thanks to you, I think I might be able to pass Ms. Donnelly's class now." She started bending back with her arms up, stretching, and began to expose her beautifully flat stomach. "Oh, it's no problem, I'm always happy to help. And to tell you the truth, you were probably the nicest person I've tutored during the entire school year. Most other girls would just boss me around and try to argue with me when I tried to help, but not you. And I'm very grateful, so I suppose I should thank you in turn." I gave her a smile and started to stand up. "Leaving so soon?" Cheryl leaned forward from her stretch and supported herself on her hands, a slight look of disappointment in her face. "Well, it's getting sort of late and I should be getting home for dinner." I grabbed up my math book and headed toward the door. "Oh, c'mon, it's only 7:20. Can't you just stay a bit longer? We don't even have to talk about this stuff," Cheryl said, shoving her book to the floor, "We can just talk. OK?" I stood there for just a bit, going over what I wanted to do. On the one hand, I did want to ask her out and see if there was something more to this. I did want to stay, to get to know her, and actually spend some real time with a girl who didn't want me to leave as soon as she figured out the difference between perpendicular lines and skew lines. She was an attractive girl who wanted to actually talk to me. On the other hand...I could go home to eat dinner. What was wrong with me? There was only one choice to make here. "OK." I sat my math book back on the desk and sat down on the chair once more. It stayed quiet for a moment as I started thinking of what I could ask or even bother saying to her. I was fine with tutoring, but when it came to conversation, I only knew how to be polite. I asked her the first thing that popped into my head, which was convenient enough, "So what are your plans after you graduate? Going to college?" "Well, I don't really know to tell you the truth. I wanna take a break for a little bit, high school's burned me out, know what I mean?" Cheryl started laying against the wall, pillow in lap. "Actually, more than you would think." I looked down, starting to think of my less than happy four year term at high school. "How do you mean?" Cheryl looked me directly in the eyes. I wasn't really sure if I could really tell her about how it was for me, being that she was friends with girls I had tutored and if I told her it might get back to them and render unforeseen consequences on myself. Maybe this would be a good time to employ my Jedi mind trick... "Well, you wouldn't mind me asking why you would like to know would you?" I glanced in her eyes and concentrated, hoping she wouldn't mind telling me. Cheryl's eyes sort of glazed over for just a second and then she blinked and said, "No, I wouldn't mind. I want to know because I wonder if you've had a rough time like I have. To tell you the truth, I'm not as popular as you might think I am, only by association really. I just hang around those other girls really for my own image...but I suppose that would make me shallow, wouldn't it? When popular guys try asking me out and I say no, they spread rumors about me and it's just a disaster..." I saw Cheryl begin to tear up a little. Wow, I had no idea that this was really her. I never even suspected she would ever tell me something like this. I rose up from the chair and sat on the bed and began to hug her. She dug her face into my shoulder and wrapped her arms around me, I started rubbing her and trying to calm her. "I'm sorry to hear about that. I can't believe that those guys would do something like that to such a nice girl like you. I thought I had problems, but now that I heard your story, they seem like nothing now..." Cheryl sniffled and moved her backwards and looked at me. Her face was slightly flushed; the tears that had been shed were beginning to dry up. She took a few deep breaths and collected herself and managed to ask me, "So what's your deal?" "Well, I'm unappreciated in everyway at school with the exception of my smarts. A lot of guys think I'm lucky that so many girls ask me to help me with their homework, but that's all they really want me to do. I'm like the epitome of what a girl isn't interested in. They use me and throw me away with thanks. But I still do it because there's a part of me that says that I should do the right thing, no matter what." I sighed aloud, it was the first time I told anybody what I really felt. I guess confession really is good for the soul. Cheryl stared at me, but not with a look of peculiarity or disapproval, but one of identification. She started inching toward me and reached out to what I thought at the time was a hug, but rather she placed her hands on my face and brought her lips to mine. Before now, I'd never experienced what a kiss was. Now I'm not talking about a peck on the lips or the cheek, but a kiss. At first I didn't know what to do, so I just let it happen and let her do what she wanted to do. It wasn't really that much of an intense kiss like we were really going at it, but she just held her lips to mine, gently sucking on alternating lips. When she first kissed me, my eyes closed, but then opened up over time. Cheryl's eyes remained closed, but I could read her face all the same. Relief, happiness, acceptance. When her eyes opened, she released the kiss and exhaled slowly. I sat there sort of dumbfounded, but I regained some composure. I couldn't think of anything to say at all, except only to say what I knew. "That was the first time a girl ever kissed me." I started moving my eyes and looked at pretty much anything but Cheryl. I don't know why, I didn't feel ashamed or dejected, but I couldn't bring myself to look at her. I felt lost in the moment, but I was guided by Cheryl's grasp of my hands. Not thinking of anything else at the moment, I felt only the connection I had with Cheryl in that moment. My eyes rose to hers and we just stared at each other. It felt like an eternity, but it was gladly time I would've spent with her if it meant we could be like this. Is this love? I thought. I didn't know anything; all I know is that this feeling, whatever it is, it feels right. Cheryl was leaning in to kiss me again when I objected. "Wait." I put my hand on her stomach and stopped her from moving forward anymore. "What's wrong? Don't you like me?" Cheryl eased back and sat her hands on her knees. "It's not that I don't like you. It's just that..." I looked away again, "I don't know. This kind of thing hasn't happened to me before, so you caught me a little off guard. But," My eyes turned from looking to a particular design on Cheryl's wall back to her face, "Can you tell me why you kissed me?" Why was I looking for an answer? Why couldn't I just leave it be and just let her kiss me? I'm such a freaking idiot! Unbeknownst to me, Cheryl actually answered, had I used the mind trick? "Well, you were the first guy who's ever seen me for me. Not just another pretty face to try and sleep with or an image booster to hang around with." She placed her hand on my cheek, "In fact, I have a feeling you feel the same way. I think you're a wonderful guy, Tyler. I can't speak for all the girls in the world, but I can tell you, that I honestly like you." She ended her sentence with another kiss, but this time it was a short gentle one. When she drew back from her kiss, looking into my brown eyes with her hazel ones. Maybe it's a test kiss? To see if I wanted to keep going? If that was her goal, then she won. This time, I was the one who started when I planted my lips on Cheryl's, who was more than receptive to my advance. I supported myself on an arm as I started leaning into the kiss. I had begun to mimic what Cheryl had done earlier and gently sucked on her top and bottom lip, alternating between the two. Then suddenly, I felt a new sensation, a warm one in the form of Cheryl's tongue peeking out from her mouth. The tip of her tongue gently stroked my top lip and traced to the lower, eventually trying to pierce its way into my mouth. I was hesitant at first but then I relaxed and let her. Cheryl's tongue started tracing the inside of my lips. It was almost like I could feel each one of her taste buds as she slowly guided her tongue around within my mouth. Just a bit after I let her explore my mouth, I felt her arms wrapping around me and pulling me closer to her. In response, I placed my hands on her lower back and on one of her shoulders. So there we were, embracing, kissing passionately, being oblivious to everything to around us. Well, almost. During our kissing, I felt my erection start growing inside my jeans again, and it was growing fast at that. Cheryl started pulling away, withdrawing her tongue from my mouth and eventually breaking our bonded lips. We were both breathing pretty heavy, caught up in the moment. I couldn't help but smile at her, she was so beautiful. It didn't matter that she was wearing something as uninspiring like an old t-shirt and sweats. In fact, it felt like there was a larger attraction to her because of this regard. "You're so beautiful, Cheryl...I can't believe this is happening right now." I felt at ease, looking at her face did that to me. "Oh you don't believe this is happening, huh?" Cheryl inched away from me and grabbed the bottom of her shirt, removing it in one swift motion. Her breasts bounced and eventually stopped moving until they could be marveled in their beautiful form. The naked woman is sometimes called the most beautiful piece of artwork in the world and Cheryl was certainly no exception. The shirt had hidden a great deal of her idealistic body. A smooth, flat stomach, a large bust, and a pierced navel. My eyes started from her waist and made their way up, being captivated by every inch of her body. Her breasts were also the first set I've ever seen in person and from then on, I wished that all women I saw naked had breasts that looked like Cheryl's. I was never good at measuring breasts via cup size. They were either small, medium, or big, in Cheryl's case, they were big. To me anyway. Cheryl took my hand and placed it on her breast. I felt a bit shy at first, only resting my hand on the soft fleshy mound. "Believe it now?" Cheryl's hand overlapped my own and began to squeeze my hand which made me in turn begin to squeeze her breast. My erection was semi hard when we were kissing, but now that I felt her voluptuous breast in my hand, I was completely rock hard and straining to be released from my pants. Feeling a breast for the first time in my life, it would definitely become an unforgettable memory. The soft mass of flesh felt like Jell-O sort of. When I squeezed, Cheryl exhaled and smiled at me, watching my exploratory progress as I tried to feel each and every inch of her breast. Feeling a bit bolder, I took my other hand and started cupping Cheryl's other breast. Both of her nipples were hard and pointing out into my palm as I continued to squeeze and gently massage her breasts. With my efforts, Cheryl sighed out and started to become more lucid, swaying with each of my pushes and pulls as my hands manipulated her breasts. "Let me lie down." Cheryl fell back when I pushed on her breasts, her head resting on a pillow, angled down to look at me continue my examination of her body. I must've continued to massage and touch her breasts for the longest time when Cheryl finally said, "Honey, I know you think breasts are the greatest thing in the world, but there's a lot more to me that you should see...and touch." Cheryl stood up and hooked her fingers underneath her sweats and started sliding them and her underwear, a pair of white silk panties, until they come off and rest on the floor. She stepped out of them and lay back down on the bed. I took a moment to revel in her beautiful image, a somewhat hour-glass shape with her large bust, small stomach, and nicely curved waist. I started to lay down next to her and we started to kiss again, locking our lips together. No tongue this time, but I didn't care. My hand started resting on her cheek and stroking it gently, my other hand rested against her head, playing with her hair slightly. Cheryl grabbed my wrist and started to pull it from her cheek. At first I felt the skin of her chest as my fingers slid between the cleavage of her breasts, then further south on her belly and to her crotch. I felt nothing but skin as my fingers traced down her body. Cheryl's guidance just stopped short just a tiny bit below her belly button, where I gathered that her pussy lay so close that I felt the heat emanating from it. Cheryl stopped the kissing for a second to start asking me some questions. "So you've never been with a girl before? Ever? But you're always tutoring so many girls, I thought that someone like you must've been getting laid constantly." Her free hand started running through my hair. "Heh, I appreciate the comment. But no, I guess that makes me a virgin." I looked at Cheryl's eyes, they reflected to me a look of pity almost. But why should I read so much into it? I need to relax. I let go of any tension I felt in my body and just lay there next to this beautiful woman, funny to think an hour ago I was just teaching her about vectors and angles and such. "Well, I hope I've given you a proper introduction to the female body. Isn't it better to have hands on learning for this sort of thing? A lot better than learning about it in a book, isn't it?" She removed her hand from my hair and started dragging her fingers along my chest and stomach. "Yes, it is." I felt my breathing increase and my heart rate increase when Cheryl started moving my hand further south again. I expected to feel pubic hair as we continued to traverse to her crotch, but the area was void of any at all. I felt my fingertips touching something more than skin now. It was a small hood of skin at the top of her crotch, Cheryl rested my hand there and started to instruct me. "This here, Tyler, is the most important part of a woman's anatomy. Do you know what it is?" I felt her powerful, seductive stare pierce into me, mesmerized, I managed to shake my head. "It's the clit. And to make any girl happy, you need to pay attention to it. For example, it feels good when you do this." I looked down to see what she was talking about. She then took my hand and started rubbing my fingertips against the small hood, Cheryl gasped out when she did so. I hadn't realized it, but I started to pant in reaction, that I was touching her. Her grip on my hand started to become more and more slack and eventually she relinquished her control altogether, but that didn't stop me from continually rubbing her clit. I pressed four fingers together and started rubbing her in an up and down motion, gently. I looked back at Cheryl's face, her eyes were shut and her mouth was slighted agape, moans mixed in with each breath...more like gasp she took. I don't think I'd ever been more turned on in my life before this moment, the look on the face of this beautiful woman before would be burned into my memory for the rest of my life. The moment was interrupted when Cheryl threw her eyes open suddenly. Surprised, I stopped my rubbing, to Cheryl's dismay. She frowned and pouted her lips. "Oops, I'm sorry." And started rubbing once more, just like before, gently, slowly, deliberately. Cheryl shivered and smiled. Appreciating the approval, I smiled as well. "For a newbie, you're pretty good at this. You sure you've never done this before?" Cheryl said, her voice a bit low, she almost breathed the words. I shook my head in reply as my rubbing continued. "You can go a little faster you know, it won't hurt. I'd really like it if you did..." Cheryl's voice sultry and provocative, her face crept closer as she finished her sentence, our noses began to touch and I could feel her breath on my lips and nose. I felt like it was I who was being controlled by her every whim, who was I to refuse her anyway? Complying with Cheryl's command, I started to rub faster in an up and down motion. I was met by Cheryl's deep breath and smile coming out of the corner of her mouth. She started to moan out loudly, but was cut off when she started to kiss me. Feeling a bit more experienced, I opened my mouth to allow her tongue and my own to mingle and dance. My other hand started to head toward the back of her head, resting there. Cheryl reciprocated by placing her own hand around the back of my neck, drawing my closer to her mouth and her body to mine. No doubt by now, Cheryl had felt my erection pressing against her body, she was writing against it, in fact. The Meek Shall Inherit I had kept rubbing for a while when suddenly Cheryl bit down on my lower lip and froze up. The sudden pain made me wince and press down even harder on her clit, resulting in her starting to shake and relinquish my lips. Cheryl started moaning out loudly and then lower and lower and lower, until she stopped shaking eventually. She rested her head on the pillow and shut her eyes, I didn't know whether or not to stop, so I kept going. Cheryl reached down and rested her hand on top of mine and I took it as an indication to stop. Her breathing was slightly labored. When I looked at her, she looked slightly tired, but pleasured and content more than anything else. She looked gorgeous like this, no other care in the world besides the pleasure she had just gone through. I laid down next to her and just looked at her face, studying her features and reveling in the moment. A few minutes must have passed when Cheryl blinked her eyes and was looking back at me, a big grin on her face. "Tyler dear...do you know what just happened?" She placed a hand on my cheek and started rubbing gently. I shook my head, "No." "Well, you made me cum. Orgasm, climax, whatever you want to call it. You don't need to know anything except that it's very good when you make a girl cum. It makes her feel good inside and it should make you feel good too. Do you feel good, Tyler?" "Yes, I do." Cheryl looked down at my penis, which had still maintained an erection this whole time. "You certainly look good as well." A mischievous grin covered her face as her hand went from my cheek down to my groin. She rubbed the underside softly, up and down, making me gasp. "I think it's time I made you feel good since you made me feel good, how does that sound?" Her rubbing was not affected by her question as she kept her pace. I felt her palm rubbing against the head's underside and her nimble little fingers brush gently along the shaft. Through that incredibly good sensation, I managed to utter, "Good..." "Great, now just lie down and I'll take care of everything." She pushed my shoulder to the bed and I was on my back. Before she had done anything, Cheryl straddled me and placed her hands on my chest. I could feel the tip of my cock just barely graze her ass, when I did, I felt a sudden rush of blood enter my heart. Combined with the sight of this beautiful naked woman sitting on top of me, I felt like I almost lost it. "How do I look? A lot of my girl friends are jealous that my boobs are so big, what do you think?" She cupped her breasts in her hands and started pushing them together, exposing the cleavage. "I think you look perfect." And for all intents and purposes in my own mind, she did. "Aww, you're sweet for saying that." Cheryl leaned down and gave me another kiss, lulling on my bottom lip. "I'm sorry for biting you, but that's what happens sometimes when a girl cums. Forgive me?" I nodded my head. "Great! Now you just relax, I'll take care of everything. Just enjoy what's happening, OK?" Cheryl scooted back until she was sitting between my legs, my cock laying just in front of her. There was no delay at all before she wrapped her hand around my member and started slowing jerking it up and down. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, feeling the tension leaving my body as Cheryl massaged my cock. I know she was just masturbating me, but it just feels different when a girl does it for you. It didn't feel like Cheryl was being awkward about it at all, she knew what she was doing. Her other hand didn't remain idle, as it started reaching for my balls and massaged them in tune with her jerking movements. I felt her fingers slide over and under skin of my testicles and squeeze ever so gently. After a while, Cheryl stopped and gathered my attention, "You want to see something neat?" I lifted my head and said, "Sure." I smiled at her, awaiting what she had in mind. "OK, just relax..." Cheryl's eyes went from mine down to my cock and she inched her face closer until I could start feeling her breath against the head. Cheryl inhaled deeply and eased the head of my cock into her mouth. I nearly jumped but managed to stay down and realized that she had her mouth over my penis. Lifting my head up, I was able to see her take in about half of my length and start bobbing her head up and down slowly. Cheryl kept her tongue on the underside as she started sucking. I moaned quietly as she continued her blowjob, it felt as good as it looked. When she stopped sucking, she kept the head of my cock inside in her mouth and used her tongue to run all over the glans and underside of the head, alternating between licking and flicking her tongue. She had kept this going until I felt that familiar feeling building up in groin. Her tongue continued to dance and prod and poke my cock as I felt my orgasm build up. Unfamiliar with whether or not she wanted to spit or swallow, I attempted to tell her that I was going to cum. But before I could, Cheryl started flicking her tongue back and forth along the slit of the head and pumping with her hand, I couldn't help myself. "Ch..Cheryl, I'm going to...ahh...wait...yes!" I couldn't help myself before I felt the first wave of semen expel itself from my cock, my hips thrusting up at the same time. I heard a moan of surprise come from Cheryl and what I thought was a giggle, I wasn't really sure, my mind state was just about getting off as best I could. After a while and about three or four spurts of cum later, my head fell down on to the pillow and I let out a huge exhale. I lay there, almost not thinking of anything but how good I felt, and about the girl who made me feel that way. Even with my eyes shut, I could still see Cheryl's magnificent face in my head. At first I thought of the way she looked when she invited me into her house, her wonderful silky looking black hair, her pretty hazel eyes, and a warm smile. Then my vision turned adjusted, picturing her as she may have looked now. Her black hair matted and slightly clumped from our fooling around, her eyes filled with sexual excitement and hunger, and an almost devilishly mischievous look upon her face. My eyes blinked themselves open and I took in a breath, but when I looked down at where I last saw Cheryl, she was gone. I scanned around the room but to no avail, she had gone somewhere. She probably went to wash up or spit out my cum or something, I thought. I looked down at my penis which had not gone completely flaccid, but it was still covered with a few remnants of semen coating the head. It wasn't long before Cheryl entered the room again, wet towel in hand, rubbing it along her body. I felt my penis twitch at the sight of her. When she saw me looking at her, she smiled and started walking toward the bed, sitting down at the side just next to my stomach. I looked up at her and she flashed me that to-die-for smile of hers, returning one of my own. I was unsure of what to say to her about cumming in her mouth, so I did the only thing I could think of at that moment. "I'm sorry for cumming in your mouth. I meant to warn you sooner, but you were so good and I couldn't stop it." I kept my tone as sincere as I could, but deep down inside, I felt a sense of pride and accomplishment. Cheryl took the towel and started wiping down my cock, her eyes moving back and forth from my eyes to my cock. "It's OK, honey, I happen to like swallowing cum, and yours tasted so good." Cheryl gave her lips a slow, deliberate lick, making my cock jump once more. "Didn't I tell you that you were going to see something neat?" I chuckled, "Yes, you did at that." I wondered though. Did Cheryl let me do all those things with her on her own accord or was that the continuous product of my new found powers? I decided to test the waters once more. "I can't believe getting a blow job would be that great. I don't think there could be anything better that what I was feeling when you had your mouth on my cock, could there?" My eyes looking directly into hers while I asked. "Well honey, there's a few more things I can show you, if you want..." Cheryl was long done cleaning my cock, now she was just dwelling on it, slowing rubbing it up and down with the towel. "Oh yeah, I would want that very much." Emphasizing the "want" just a bit. I could've sworn that Cheryl's eyes took on almost a bit of glassy look for just a second...maybe it was nothing though. "Wonderful! But before we can do anything, we'll need to get this little guy up and running again." Cheryl had abandoned the towel and tossed it to the floor and started pumping my cock faster, squeezing it slightly every few strokes. Within a few minutes, Cheryl had me hard again. "There we go. You ready? Because I sure am." Cheryl's hand moved out of view and she started moaning, her arm moving quickly. "I need this in me." I saw her eyes peer into mine with a wild lust emitting from them. Her other hand stayed wrapped around my cock as she jerked it with the pace of her own masturbation. Cheryl abruptly stopped and climbed into the bed quickly, straddling me. She leaned down and attacked my lips with a ferocity unlike before, very aggressive in her kissing, almost pinning me down with her hands and body weight. Sucking and pulling on my lips, biting once in a while. As much as this was a surprise, it was a rush of sexual excitement as well. Cheryl scooted down a bit and wrapped her hand around my cock, starting to line it up with her pussy. She peaked down and saw the head of my cock laying just out of reach, I was starting to breathe fast with excitement and anticipation. I looked down at the same sight Cheryl was enjoying, she caught me looking and smiled at me, she whispered out, "Without further ado..." Cheryl started inching her way down, squatting toward the head of my cock, all the while never ceasing eye contact with me. I could feel the almost intense heat emanating from her pussy, like it was waning for something, very soon, the heat turned wet as I felt the first few inches of my cock pushing into her. Both of our reactions were the same, letting out gasps of surprise mixed with pleasure. "Oh my God..." I managed to utter out as my head lay back on the pillow. "Just one more second..." Cheryl said. I felt her creep lower and lower, the better part of my shaft now being enveloped in this incredibly wet, hot orifice. "Oh..." Cheryl had managed to sit all the way down on top of me. I reveled in the moment as best I could. So this is what a pussy feels like, I thought. I didn't think it could get any better than this...boy was I wrong. Cheryl bent down and laid against my chest, her beaming face elevated from mine by only a few inches. There was an incredibly attraction to her beauty, not just of her natural born looks, but because of her almost disheveled look, matted hair, wild eyes, and the fullness of her lips, combined with the lusty look that just emanated from her...it was a sight that I would not soon forget. I didn't spoil the moment with words though, I couldn't. Rather, I brought my head up and kissed her. Wrapping my arms around her and pulling her as close as I could and kissed her. Cheryl met my advance with her own aggression as she dug her chest into mine and began to gyrate her hips to fuck me. From then on, I kept my eyes closed, my ears did the rest of the work. I heard a plethora of sounds that I somehow managed to distinguish. From the gentle creaking of the bed frame matching the rhythm of our copulation, the sound of our lips kissing and mashing together, and the stifled moans coming from both of us. Cheryl let go of my lips and started muttering out, "Yes...yes...oh...my..." Her pace picked up and she alternated between gyrating and bouncing up and down on top of me. "I'm...you're making me...cum!!" Cheryl locked down her hips and buried her pussy as far down as it could on my cock and dug her head on to my shoulder, biting me. I gasped out, but that was to no avail, her teeth were still dug into my shoulder. I felt spasms from inside her pussy contracting on my cock and squeezing it tightly at close intervals. Soon after, Cheryl's body started to relax, save for the few spasms she had here and there, but she collapsed on top of my body. I still remained inside of her and her pussy had still kept squeezing my cock, but I gathered that this was more of a post-orgasm event. We just laid there for a while. I made the best of it by playing with her hair and tracing my fingers up and down her spine. I was quite content like this, I didn't even care about getting off again, it was enough to just lay there with a beautiful woman on top of me knowing that I had a hand in her orgasm. I hadn't felt tired, but I started closing my eyes. I awoke to the feeling of fingertips tracing from my neck to my chest and back again. I blinked my eyes open and saw Cheryl's hand creeping along my chest, she had moved off of me and lay to my side, a little smile of satisfaction on her face. I turned toward her and gave her a kiss on the forehead, she sighed. "That's two times you made me cum today, no guy I've been with have never even made me cum even once. You should be proud of yourself." Cheryl rubbed her finger on my nose and then tapped on it. "Well, I guess." My meekness showing itself again, "I'm just glad I could make you feel good." I shifted my body to face her and my leg started becoming intertwined with her own. "Aww...You are such an unbelievable sweetheart, c'mere." Cheryl placed her hand behind my head and pulled me closer and we kissed tenderly. None of that ravaging, lust driven mouth mashing that we had done earlier, but soft and emotion filled. We both started relaxing and getting in tune with each other. I rolled Cheryl on top of me and started running my fingers through her hair, the other hand slowly descending up and down her spine. She shivered with each pass of my fingers along the small of her back. I knew Cheryl felt my still throbbing erection just pushing against her stomach and she didn't let that get in the way of anything at all, if anything, she became more attentive to it. Her hand moving down below, at first I thought it was to jerk me off, but then I heard her moaning out. She had started touching herself again, but instead of continuing she stopped and then I felt her hand wrap around my cock. I felt a wetness from her hand and I figured she wanted some lubrication to jerk me off. Her hand felt good around my member, slowly stroking it with its own rhythm, not letting kissing control her or vice versa. "You ready to get off, baby?" Cheryl said, her breath panting. I could only nod, in a mix of anticipation, excitement, and lust. "OK, just lay back and I'll take care of you." She planted another kiss on my lips and rose up. She slid back down to my cock and got ready to put me inside of her once more. Supporting herself up on her knees, she took my erection in her hand and guided back inside of her, that very welcome warm and wet sensation enveloped me once more. Sitting all the way down, Cheryl let out a moan as her breasts jostled with the sudden shock. She leaned down and put her lips right next to my ear and whispered, "Tell me to fuck you." She retracted from my ear and started staring into my eyes. "Fuck me, Cheryl." Cheryl's eyes lit up with excitement and she started lifting up her hips and lowered them back down slowly. Cheryl kept staring at me and whispered something to me again, "Tell me how you want it, baby...I'll do whatever you want." When I heard her say that, something in me felt...different. On the one hand I felt like regular old meek me with this fantastic occurrence happening to me and on the other hand...I started to feel more adventurous and almost drugged by everything about this woman sitting on top of me, and I like it. "I want you to fuck me until I cum inside your pussy." All the while, our eyes never wandering from each other. "Anything you say." Cheryl eased back and started rocking back and forth at first, dragging my cock along with her pelvic movements. Eventually, she started settling into a bouncing movement that I started becoming accustomed to, riding me cowgirl. There was everything to love about Cheryl in this position. The way her hair tossed back and forth and side to side and she threw her head about in pleasure. The way her breasts bounced almost out of control with her rhythm, her nipples erect and being groped by her hands. And just the way her face looked, washed in almost complete ecstasy. Cheryl continued to fuck me for who knows how long, I just knew I was having a great time and that I wanted to feel this way as much as possible. It was a lot better than being a moping geek, for sure. I felt myself build closer and closer to an impending orgasm, which I had let known to Cheryl. "Oh God, yes! Come on, sweetie. Cum inside of me!" I thrust into Cheryl as deep as I possibly could and I felt the first shot of semen eject from my cock, and then a second, and finally a third. With the third, my hips fell to the bed, I felt out of breath and out of cum. I dug my head into the pillow and started regaining my breath, as I did, I felt Cheryl's body weight started laying down on top of me. "That...was amazing." Cheryl said, resting her head on my chest. I started to run my fingers through her hair and finally start to relax, as my erection started to turn soft inside of her, eventually coming out of her. I felt the stream of semen mixed with her own juices start running out of her pussy and on to my cock, I didn't care though. The only thing that mattered to me at the moment was just this beautiful girl laying on top of me, both of us exhausted from, telling from a look out the window, a long evening of sex. This was certainly an eventful day for me, but now that I have this newfound power, I wonder what other things I could possibly do... Judging on the response I get on this story, I will decide whether or not to continue it. Since I'm becoming more busy, downtime between each addition may be long, but I'll try my best to write additional chapters to this story.