2 comments/ 40020 views/ 72 favorites Alpha Chronicles Ch. 01 By: Slaaneth This story and the others like it in the series reflect a certain type of fantasy that is largely male oriented. I'm a male and I am writing what is titillating and sexual to me. The characters aren't meant to reflect reality, neither in the way they act or their attitudes towards each other. The subject matter does not reflect how I think real people act or how real people think. It may be that people do act and think this way, but I am neither condoning this behavior nor intentionally encouraging it. I'm simply telling stories about fictional people that I find stimulating. None of the characters are meant to reflect, or act as proxies for, actual people in reality. Finally, all the people in these stories are Adults and over the age of eighteen, in case I forget to explicitly state that in the stories themselves. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy. * * * Anthony had grown up large. By his eighteenth birthday he was 6' 6" and wide across the shoulders and narrow of hips. He worked out regularly and had the genetics that easily resulted in a low body-fat, high muscle physique that caught people's eyes, especially the ladies. He had dark brown hair, intense dark brown eyes and chiseled facial features. Like many young men, he wasn't quite aware of the effects his combined appearance had on the opposite sex and hadn't yet developed the matching confidence. That was all to change soon after he graduated high school. In school he had had his share of adoring girlfriends and was no stranger to sex. These relationships were easy though and usually with girls who saw him as a trophy boyfriend and sought him out and asked him for dates. Rarely had he pursued a girl. It all struck him as a bit too easy. In his relationships with his peers and friends he was a natural leader. When others hemmed, hawed and agonized over decisions and plans of action, Anthony quickly took charge and made things happen. In many of the various circles he traveled in, people looked to him for direction. It seemed to contrast with his love life where he had been letting things passively develop, progress and end. It was soon after school ended that Anthony was to converge the two sides of his identity and to discover who he was, what he was and which women responded to his powerful personality. It all began at his place of work. While in high school, to save up for college, he worked at a local grocery store. He worked in the produce department and his powerful build was well suited to unloading trucks, moving around heavy boxes of fruit, vegetables and displays. The store had quite a few people from his high school working there, notably two cashiers who intrigued him, Mary and Elise. Neither had ever approached him for any dates nor dropped any hint that he should ask them out, but they both seemed to like to tease him. Elise was almost the stereotypical blonde cheerleader. Petite but curvy, beautiful but not exotic. She was from one of the richer families in their community, but ever since her 18th birthday was forced to work since her father wanted her to build "character". She suffered through the indignity by torturing everyone she worked with. Almost everyone. For some reason, she was saccharine sweet to Anthony. She teased all the boys and men at the store with sultry looks and well-timed flicks of her skirt, but in actual conversation she was cold and bitchy. Anthony was a different story, she turned on the heat whenever he was around, and though borderline patronizing she usually spoke sweetly with him. The slightly older Mary, on the other hand, was the dark exotic beauty. Her body was curvier that Elise's and fuller without appearing heavy. She often locked eyes with Anthony's own intense gaze and held it for an instant too long. He caught her watching him occasionally from the registers when he was performing some of his more physically demanding tasks. Though she seemed shy during their brief conversations, she always had a large smile for him and her eyes seemed to dance when they spoke. Though she liked to tease all the boys and men who came near her, she also was warm and pleasant when she spoke with them. She generated quite a few crushes among the boys at school and work, but rarely dated anyone and never for long when she did. Both these beauties would be instrumental in his awakening to his true potential, though not through any consciously thought out plan on their part. * * * Anthony was sitting in the break room on his lunch when Elise entered. She saw that he was alone and a smile spread across her face. The break room was situated with two tables with folding chairs around them and an old cast off couch against one wall near the lockers. Anthony watched as Elise sauntered across his view, swinging her hips and giving him a sexy little smirk. She was stunningly beautiful and he couldn't help but look her in the eyes. "Hello handsome, on lunch?" she breathily greeted him. "Hi Elise... I, uh... yeah I have about a half hour left," he replied trying not to sound flustered. "I'm only on break," she pouted, pursing her generous lips in a suggestive fashion. She walked up to her locker and opened the door. Anthony stared hard at her bare legs, visible because of her short skirt. Though the store had a dress code of a store "blouse", what the girls wore elsewhere was only limited by decency. Of course, she did wear her blouse a size or two too tight in order to enhance her breasts which stood high on her chest and seemed to jut upwards, even when she wasn't wearing a bra. He felt an erection start when she made a show of standing on her tip toes as if to look far in the back of the top shelf of the locker. Her athletic calves tensed and her smooth flawless skin stretched tight across them. His eyes were transfixed. She glanced over her shoulder and saw him looking before he could quickly glance away. She wore an evil grin when she saw him unconsciously adjust himself and his blushing face widened her smile. She pulled a paperback book from the locker, closed the door and walked over to the couch and sat down. Anthony couldn't concentrate on the magazine he was reading. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Elise. She pretended to be absorbed in her book but was really paying attention to his reactions. She crossed her legs so her right thigh crossed high on her left, pushing her skirt up and revealing a lewd amount of creamy skin. His eyes moved up and down her thighs and he knew that her panties, if they did exist, were just a very short distance from the hem of the skirt. The view and his imagination drove his erection to a painfully hard state. Every minute or so she would slowly and deliberately shift one leg on top of the other, raising the leg just a bit too high than modesty would warrant . Anthony could almost hear the soft hiss of skin sliding on skin as her thighs slipped across each other and he caught brief glimpses of something white and lacey between them. This teasing was far beyond what she had previously done to him and he was unprepared for his reaction. He stared hungrily, his eyes darting between her breasts and legs. Almost imperceptibly Elise had been slowly pushing out her chest, causing her buttons to strain. Anthony started to notice and in between leg shifts he studied how her soft breathing caused the fabric to stretch and relax across her perfect breasts. His own breathing started to quicken and deepen. She smiled at his distress but acted as if it was her book that was amusing her. "Well, time to go," she abruptly declared and got up to return her book to her locker. On the way back she decided to tie her shoe on one of the folding chairs. She exaggerated her stretch and gave Anthony a prefect view of her sexy panties. His eyes almost bugged out. She dropped her leg back down to the ground. "See ya slugger!" she cheerfully exclaimed and left the break room. Anthony watched her sashay out and then rubbed his face with both hands in frustration. It was a good thing he was on lunch as he couldn't have stood up and walked back to his department if he wanted to. The burning he felt inside was intense. He wanted her at that moment more than he wanted anyone before. What concerned him even more was the way he wanted her. He didn't want a sweet love making session like he had had with previous girlfriends, he had visions of hard passionate fucking with her as his conquest. He felt no tenderness or affection and he was surprised at the animal fierceness of the lust. He could feel his blood racing and pounding in his temples. He felt alive and his senses were sharpened. It was for the best that she had left when she did, he was not sure what these feelings might have led to and it made him a little frightened. * * * Anthony was in the produce back room trimming lettuce when Mary came in. In order to get into the store from the back door and get to the locker area, one had to pass through the produce area and so she decided to stop and give him him a little jolt on her way through. He glanced up and had to do a double take when he saw her. She had just arrived to work a little early and had come straight from the beach. She had her long dark hair down and she looked gorgeous. She put on her best sultry look and met his eyes. He then made the mistake of glancing down, she was wearing a mesh cover shirt that he could see perfectly through and her bikini covered breasts took his breath away. The bikini top was tiny and tight and her large firm breasts squeezed out around the bright orange fabric. Her nipples were hard and easily visible from the cold chill of the backroom and he gaped like a fool. She had a thin wrap-around piece of fabric that covered her bottoms and came half way down her thighs. He let his eyes roam down to her sandaled feet and slowly back up again to her face to meet her eyes again now twinkling with a mischievous glint. "Hi Anthony! I just got in from the beach and was going to change for my shift," she said as she enjoyed his gaze. "Hey Mary, must be nice to be outside on a nice day like today," he lamely replied. "Totally! How do you like my bathing suit?" She innocently asked. "Wow, I mean wow," Anthony gushed. "You make it look fantastic!" She smiled brightly at the compliment enjoying his attention as he checked her out again head to toe. "You're so sweet," she replied and then went into a stretch for his benefit. She clenched her hands together and pushed them over her head as far she could reach, lifting up on to her tiptoes. This caused her legs to flex and breasts to unbelievably stick out farther than they already did. She turned to the side at her hips and arched her back. Anthony was mesmerized by her perfect form, the mesh shirt lifted and he could directly see her toned abs and perfectly smooth skin. He noticed that her bikini top did not come completely under her breasts, showing a slim strip of the bottom each breast. His cock swelled to life faster than it ever had. She dropped her arms. "Well, I guess for your total opinion I should show you my bottoms also... but don't tell Willy, I'm not sure he would exactly approve of me being half-dressed in front of you." Anthony knew that Willy was the boy she was currently dating and really her first serious one that he knew of. He was an OK guy he guessed, just kind of a wallflower. He also worked at the store as a bag-boy so Anthony saw him often. Watching Anthony closely for his reaction she started to slowly pull the tied ends of her wrap apart. She let it slip apart and across her legs. Anthony couldn't help staring, the bikini bottom's were small and barely covered her. First she did a quick shy spin, but when she saw the hungry look in his eyes she was inspired to up the ante. She slowly turned, watching his face the whole way. When her rear came into his view, he felt the same fire in his blood that Elise had ignited. He didn't notice, but Mary did, that his apron had acquired a sizable bulge. Her tiny bottoms weren't exactly a thong, but there was just a tiny triangle in the back and her firm curved cheeks were largely bare to his view. Caught up in the moment she spread her feet apart a bit and arched her back, sticking her ass towards him and he involuntarily licked his lips in response. He was looking right at the bikini pulled tight against and around what appeared to be her shaved mons. He couldn't help but visualize taking her in that position, her beautiful ass shaking and compressing with his every thrust, he could almost hear her moans in his imagination. For her part she saw the passionate look in his eyes, a stronger reaction than the embarrassment she had expected, and it sent a thrill through her. A sound at the back door suddenly shocked them both from the intense show and she quickly stood up straight and re-wrapped her curvy frame. "Gotta get to work, see ya!" she quickly blurted and rushed out of the back room. Anthony again was alone burning with intense lust and nothing to do about it. He hadn't even had a chance to comment on her whole look, but it was clear she knew what he thought by his nonverbal reactions. He adjusted his throbbing cock into a more comfortable position and sighed as he returned to work. * * * Over the next few days, seeing Mary and Elise around the store was causing Anthony great distress. Though neither was teasing him to the degree of their last encounters, they definitely did not stop flirting with him. Now that he had been teased to such a high pitch, their "harmless" flirting had a much greater effect on him and he seemed to have an erection whenever either of them were around and he couldn't stop day dreaming about the ways he would fuck them if he could. It was all very new to him, he never had had this type of primal over-powering reaction to women or sex before. He resolved that he had to do something about it. In his mind he decided that these signals they were sending were invitations and he was going to take them up on it. His first opportunity came with Elise that same day. They both ended up working a shift that ended at the same time and it turned out that she didn't have ride home since her college boyfriend had left to go back to school and her own car was in the shop. At the time clock she approached him. "Hi Anthony," she greeted him and placed her hand on his arm giving him and electric jolt from her touch. "Hey," he mumbled. She turned up the heat by stepping close to him, close enough where he could smell her light perfume. He felt the burning sensation again and his blood started to race. "Anthony... do you... think... you could... give me a ride?" She glanced down with each pause and then looked him straight in the eye on the last word. He shook his head yes, unable to speak and her resulting smile was a mix of sexy and triumph. Anthony immediately started thinking of the possibilities. Her boyfriend was gone, they would be alone and she was practically begging him for attention. She headed for the doors and he eagerly followed staring at her swishing skirt the whole way. Meanwhile, June the store manager, sitting in the office, had overheard the conversation and watched them walk out with Anthony's eyes glued to Elise's bottom. She shook her head, rolled her eyes and sighed. "That boy has a lot to learn," she said to herself under her breath. Upon arriving at the car, Anthony opened the passenger door for Elise and held it as she got in. She deliberately moved slowly and made sure that her movement showed him plenty of skin as he skirt rode up. Once she was inside, he closed the door, but noticed she didn't pull her skirt back down. His now growing erection caused him to limp lightly as he crossed around the car and get in the driver's side. Elise watched him through her mirror and now her smile was all triumph. Anthony started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. Elise gave him directions and he headed for her house. He fought to keep his eyes on the road, but he couldn't help but glance over repeatedly at Elise's perfect legs. Her thighs seemed more exposed every time he looked over. Which was true, since whenever he looked out the driver's side window to turn or change lanes, Elise would hitch her skirt up a little more. By the time they got to her house the skirt was practically hitched into the crease where her thigh met her hips. He stopped the car in her driveway, and waited, hoping beyond hope she would invite him in. In a voice a touch deeper than her normal conversation tones she breathed "Thank's for the ride sweetie," and leaned over to give him a peck on the cheek. Anthony's surging libido would have none of it and he turned his head so that their lips met. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold on right there big boy!" She exclaimed as she sat back. "Don't get any ideas." "But... I thought... You... Um.." he stammered. "Anthony, what are you thinking? I have a boyfriend for God's sake!" she admonished him. "I... I... I'm sorry... You looked so beautiful and I thought you wanted me to from the way you've been acting." he said defensively. "Oh poor Anthony," she said a bit patronizingly as she pulled her skirt back into position. "That was just harmless flirting you dumb lug. But, thanks for the ride." and with that she opened the door and got out. Of course Anthony watched hungrily as she slipped from her seat and walked up to her house, but it was tempered with the rejection and he sat stunned by the sudden turn around and the utter shock of the way things turned out. Again she had left him lusting impotently for her. She waved from her porch and then went inside. He slammed the car in gear, backed out and peeled out in frustration. Elise watched from her living room window, a satisfied smile on her face. * * * The next day he ignored Elise as best as he could, which wasn't that hard as she wasn't actively flirting with him for a change. She would just give him a knowing smirk whenever she caught his eye. Mary, on the other hand was flirting at full strength and his frustration level over the last couple weeks continued to climb with every swish of her skirt or lick of her lips. He tried to avoid her as best he could. Anthony was in the produce cooler moving boxes from a pallet into various stacks when Mary came in. The first thing he noticed was that the store over-shirt she was wearing was unbuttoned all the way down and the tank top she wore underneath was much too small for her size causing it to hug her breasts and accentuate them while leaving a large amount of cleavage to his view. It tickled her that he hadn't even had a chance to look up to her face as his eyes came an abrupt stop right at her chest. She had been standing in the doorway watching his muscled arms working and his white dress shirt stretch across his broad back and bulging chest. That's when she had decided to unbutton the blouse and work him over a little. "Hey Anthony; what's up?" she asked. "Um... just unloading some product," he replied. "I don't know how you can stand working in here, it's so cold," she said and shivered. Her large nipples had fully hardened and Anthony was having a hard time trying to keep from staring. "I bet two people could find ways to keep warm," she suggestively commented looking at him intently. He found himself getting lost in her eyes and his blood started to boil making him oblivious to the cold. He decided this was the invitation he had been waiting for an stepped up to her. Her eyes got wide as he moved in and placed his hands on her hips pulling her towards him. "You mean like this?" he said in a deep raspy voice. "Anthony!" She squeaked. "I was only joking!" She didn't pull away, so he pulled her closer and slipped his hands around her back, he could feel her nipples pressing against his abdomen and he knew she could feel his erection against her belly. "Oh my god, Anthony! Willy is right up front, I was just teasing you, jeez... I'm sorry you took it the wrong way, but I'm not like that." With that she finally pulled away and quickly exited the cooler buttoning up her shirt, which didn't pass unnoticed by June who had been coming back into the produce area to get a customer question answered. Mary wouldn't look her in the eyes as she rushed passed to get back to her register. Alpha Chronicles Ch. 01 Anthony couldn't believe he had been left hanging again. He felt about to lose control, he had never been so horny in his life. He decided to go to the bathroom to rub one out, but saw that June was waiting for him when he exited the cooler. She could see from the front of his apron that something had gone on, but apparently not to any completion. "Anthony, a customer wanted to know when the peaches were going to start to be in season?" she asked him. "Oh, hi June, well, we are expecting our first shipment next week," he answered halfheartedly. "Is there something wrong"? she asked, though she suspected she knew what it was. She had worked with Mary and Elise long enough to know what kind of girls they were and the effect they had on the employees and the customers. "Well... um... it's kind of complicated," he replied evasively. "Yeah, I bet. I think I know what the story is. I just saw Mary leaving and I've been noticing some of the stuff going on with you and Mary... and with Elsie for that matter. I think we should have a talk about it before it gets out of hand," she said, looking at him with real concern in her eyes. "Ok, I guess we can. How about we take lunch together tomorrow and talk about it?" he asked. "Sure, sounds like a plan. I gotta get back to this customer, see you later." She took one more lingering glace at the front of his apron before heading back. * * * Later on that same shift Anthony was going to the break room and as he neared the door he could overhear the voices of Elise and Mary inside. He looked around to see if anyone was around, saw the coast was clear and decided to wait a moment before going in so he could eavesdrop. It sounded like they were complaining about their respective boyfriends and it was largely uninteresting though it suddenly occurred to him that maybe he could use some of the info as a way to loosen at least one of the girl's up for some fun. With how desperate he was to get his hands on one of them, he wasn't thinking twice about throwing one of their boyfriend's under the bus to get them to stray a bit. Just imagining talking one of them into letting him into their pants was getting him aroused again. He started daydreaming but was jolted back to reality when he heard his name. "What do you think about Anthony in produce?" Mary asked. "He's hot! and SO easy to get worked up!" Elise gushed. "I totally love teasing him!" "Oh, I know! God, all those muscles! Jesus! I tease him a lot too," Mary confessed. "Have you seen what happens to his apron when he gets excited?" "Shit girl, he's packing a python under there!" Elise exclaimed, which made Anthony feel good for a change, his pride swelling. "I know it! Willy is no slouch, but Anthony makes him look like a newborn," Mary joked and Elise laughed. Anthony smiled. "It took forever, but he finally made a pass the other day," Elise said conspiratorially. "I didn't let him get anywhere, of course, but the look on his face, wow was he ready to go!". "Same here! Just earlier today actually!" Mary excitedly announced. "If he was a little more assertive I might not have been able to get away. not that I would have minded that much with his endowment." Both girls giggled. "Yeah, a little confidence and that boy will be trouble, but I usually prefer a large financial endowment myself," Elise joked, obviously referring to her college boyfriend. The girls moved onto other more trivial subjects and Anthony decided not to go in and create an uncomfortable situation. He walked back to his department, confused at what he had heard. Why would he have to be more assertive to get anywhere with them? If they were attracted to him and willing, if he made a move, why not just cooperate? It was perplexing to his inexperienced young mind. * * * The next day June told Anthony that he should just buy something from the store to eat as they were going to the park for their lunch. Anthony wasn't exactly happy about having this upcoming uncomfortable discussion with June, but she was always nice to him and it might help to get a woman's point of view. Especially a woman who wasn't his mother or sister. When lunch time rolled around, he got a sandwich at the deli and met June outside in the parking lot. June was tall and lithe with shoulder length sandy brown hair and overall a very attractive woman, but twice Anthony's age. That didn't stop him from admiring her from behind as they walked to her car. Her tight stretch pants really showed off her incredible ass as she walked and her barely-high heels gave just the right amount of lift to show off her long legs. He quickly decided to get his head straight and stop staring, this conversation was going to be uncomfortable enough as it was. It was difficult though, as he realized that looking at June made him feel that same surge of animalistic lust that he got when he was teased by Elise and Mary. The thing was, she wasn't teasing him and he couldn't find the pattern to why he was responding this way to certain women lately. They got in June's car and drove to a nearby park. They found a bench in the shade away from others and proceeded to eat their food and make small talk. Once they had finished eating June started in on the real subject of their lunch. "Anthony, I want to help you with your problems with Elise and Mary. I see what they do and I know they are toying with you." She paused for a moment and then continued. "First though, I need to tell you about my husband. I know that doesn't seem to be related, but believe me, it is. You probably know, like most people at the store, that my husband died 2 years ago from cancer. He was an incredible man and in many ways you remind me of him. You both are natural leaders, full of confidence and powerful men." She looked wistfully into the distance for a moment before shaking her head and looking back down at her food. "You, on the other hand, do not have that same confidence with women... yet. This is what the girls are playing on, but I'll get back to them in a few minutes. So, when I met my husband twenty years ago, I was only 18 and he was in his early twenties. By that time he had already developed the confidence, and more importantly the judgement that you need and will eventually get." She stopped and bit her lip, considering her next words. "When I first saw him... wow, it was like someone slipped a powerful aphrodisiac in my drink. He was a greek god to me. His eyes bored into mine and I started shamelessly placing myself on display for him, flirting and teasing. I saw the hunger in his eyes and it turned me on so much it drove me to shameless displays I had never thought myself capable of." Anthony couldn't help but look over at that point, scanning up and down her legs. Unconsciously she had started to squeeze her legs together and release them rhythmically. Anthony realized she was getting turned on! June noticed Anthony watching her and quickly stopped her involuntary squeezing. His gaze caused a tingle in her belly that she instantly felt guilty about. Ever since her husband died, she had no interest in other men and she wasn't about to get caught up in Anthony's natural magnetism. She continued, "It wasn't long before he started making passes at me, which I rebuffed, attempting to stay a good girl. He wasn't having it. He knew from the start that he would have me. And he took me. I resisted, but I couldn't stop him, he was a force of nature. It was so primal and raw, it was incredible. It was so right, I truly felt like a real woman being taken by a real man. He was big and muscled like you and he didn't take no for an answer to anything. God I miss him." She stared off into space again, remembering the event. "That is part of the key, he was an Alpha male and Alpha males cannot pass up certain kinds of women. Women who respond on an instinctual and animal level. I believe, and so did my husband, that there is a reason that there are physical ideals that are so prevalent in our society. It has nothing to do with the media or anything you hear about, they just pick up on the attraction between Alphas and exploit it. Alpha males and females are built for... let me be blunt... fucking. He and I could fuck. I mean really fuck. The Betas want that, it dominates the media because they want to be with the Alphas and that causes all the insecurity, appearance and body issues for those who want to be Alphas." Now Anthony was turned on, her words and reverent recollections of the heated passion between her and her husband was driving up his own lust. June glanced over at his crotch and saw the hardness of his erection and sucked in a breath. She chided herself and quickly looked away. She could feel that old feeling, partly from being dredged up from her memories and partly from the proximity of Anthony and his reactions to her. "Anyway," she quickly continued, "I think you are an Alpha also and you just need to develop your sense of women. It is very important as there are wide ranges of women and you have to know how to differentiate them so you don't get yourself into trouble. Usually you are going to be able to tell which are which by their response to you. When they see you, hear you, smell you, they will start to try and get your attention. Usually by flirting and teasing in a suggestive manner, sometimes by causing conflict and trying to get a rise out of you. If we, I mean Alpha females, get you attracted and chasing us, that is a biological fulfillment that feels extremely powerful to us... them. It's also an uncontrollable aphrodisiac. Just causing you to want us makes us hotter and hotter. It's not any men either, it has to be the Alpha. You've probably noticed that certain women have caused you the most, let's say discomfort, while others don't. Those that do are the Alpha's." At this point she had to fold her legs. She hadn't thought about this subject in a long time and she was really getting herself worked up. She didn't want him to notice if her wetness started to show. She wasn't sure what he would do or if she could, or would, stop him. It was best to just not tempt fate. "Now, good examples are Mary and Elise. Both are shameless teases, but there are two kinds of teases in the world. One is the power tease, it's not sexual to her, she just feels powerful when a powerful man is controlled by wanting her. The other tease, teases because it turns her on to be desired. This is the kind you want to pursue. But be observant, you are going to have to be selective. A tease who flaunts hard for all men is probably just a slut, a tease who casually teases the Beta males and teases full on for the Alpha's are the ones you are built, born and evolved to pursue and conquer. A conquering both of you will be in awe of when it is over." She let that sink in a minute before continuing. "So... think about these two teases at work, do either of them seem like a match to what I described?" Anthony thought it over, comparing the two teasing styles and reactions to his distress. It was pretty obvious to him now that June had put some context on it. "I'd have to say that Mary is our type" he said looking June right in the eye when he said "our", causing her belly to flutter. "And Elise is a power tease." "Yes!" she smiled. "You do get it. So now the question is, what is your next step? Mary will submit to you. You just have to be confident and forceful. This is the danger a lot of men get into, they can't tell the different kinds of women apart and force themselves on women who aren't sending them the signals they think they are. As long as you correctly identify your... prey, she will eventually give it ALL up to you. more enthusiastically then you can imagine." Anthony was lost in his thoughts for a moment. Could this be true? Could he really force the issue with Mary? It didn't seem right. What if he wasn't like June's husband, maybe they were just a unique couple? As if she knew what he was thinking she sighed. "It's not exactly all fun and games though, especially if you get in a committed relationship. Even though I was satisfied with my Alpha male and didn't feel the need to attract others, he didn't have that luxury and neither will you. When one of these females starts waving her come-get-me flag, you will find it very hard to resist. My husband had many, many extra-marital encounters. I understood his needs, his biological drive to take these women, but I'd be lying if I said it didn't cause stress in our relationship. I am an Alpha female, and having all those other bitches putting out their honey pots for my husband made me very angry. It kept us from being a truly equal and healthy couple. Keep this in mind and try not to break too many hearts." "This... is a lot to digest," Anthony said as wiped his palms on his pants. "I'm not sure if I am what you think I am." "Look me in the eyes for a second," she replied and he did. She turned on the smoulder and he instantly felt the heat buildup and so did she. They both stared each other in the eye, feeling a mutual attraction start to spiral out of control. Finally, she forced herself to tear her eyes away. "See, we are Alpha's. If I wasn't old enough to be your mother, we could easily get to the point where you'd have me spread out behind those bush's claiming me as your prize. " She closed her eyes and squeezed her thighs at the thought. It HAD been a long time after all. "OK, we better go, it's getting late and we will barely make it back in time as it is." They both stood up, collected their things and walked to the car. Anthony wasn't completely sure, but it looked as if she was swinging her hips with a little more flair when he walked behind her. He hungrily stared at her, the now common heat pushing at the back of his brain, making him think inappropriate thoughts about her. Maybe she was right. Maybe he was like her husband. He just couldn't see himself dominating someone like that. How many times had he heard the "No means no" speeches at school and from his parents. Here June was telling him that no means no, except for one certain group of women for whom, at least where his certain group of men was concerned, no means yes and then some. He definitely had a lot to digest. * * * It was the very next day that Anthony was sitting in the break room by himself when both sexy cashiers came in at the same time. As soon as they saw him they both got mischievous grins and strutted into the room. He watched as they crossed over and stood near him. "Hey cutie," Mary began as she stopped close enough to him that he could smell her. "Hey girls," Anthony said tiredly. "What's the matter, aren't you happy to see us?" Elise asked as she bent over the table in front of him. He could see right down her cashier shirt where she only had a bra on underneath. It was red and sheer and Along with Mary's scent he could feel his cock instantly surge with blood. Elise's smirk got wider. "Anthony," Mary leaned in and said quietly into his ear. "Is it true that guys like to watch women kiss?" The images that sprang unbidden to his mind caused him to swallow loudly and his heart began to race. "Ooh," Elise said excitedly, "I heard that too!" "Uh, I dunno, I never really thought about it," he lied. "Elise, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Mary asked. "A test?" Elise responded. "Yes!" Mary excitedly exclaimed and rushed around Anthony to stand near Elise. "Now, I've never done this before, so I might be clumsy." "You've never kissed?!" Elise asked teasingly. "Of course I've kissed... boys," she looked meaningfully over to Anthony who was staring, not moving a muscle. He didn't want to do anything to stop what seemed to be about to happen. Elise first took Mary's hand and pulled her towards her. Mary turned back to face her and their faces moved closer together. With a glance at Anthony out of the corner of her eye, Elise leaned forward and found Mary's soft lips with her own. The kiss was soft and gentle at fist and then their lips parted an their tongues met. Every muscle in Anthony's body was tense. he couldn't believe it, here were two of the sexiest girls he knew making out right in front of him, more than likely just to turn him on. He was on fire and his cock hurt in it's confines. Mary reached up with her hand and slipped it under Elise's skirt and onto her ass. She pulled her tighter against her. The kiss was getting wetter and more passionate and Anthony was mesmerised by the sexuality and beauty. Then, just like that, it was over and both girl's were looking at him with huge knowing smiles on their faces. Elise walked over, took Anthony's hand and stood him up. Both girl's giggled as they saw his enormous erection tenting his apron. "Well, well, well, that answers THAT question!" Mary laughed. Anthony shook his head and walked out of the room, the girl's laughter following him out. He knew now that he was going to take June's advice. This couldn't go on much longer. His lust was feeding his anger which in turn was feeding his mind with twisted fantasies. He knew satisfaction was coming, one way or another. * * * A couple days later as coincidence would have it, Anthony, Elise and Mary were all on the closing shift. There were a couple other people also, like the Assistant Manager Alan and Willy the bagger, but it was a relatively small store and didn't need many people to close. All through the night the girls teased Anthony and slowly his already short fuse was burning up. The store eventually closed and Anthony found himself in the break room getting some stuff from his locker. Mary walked in, planning to do the same. Mary walked to her locker and took off her store uniform shirt and hung it up. She looked over and saw Anthony staring at her tank top. He had an intense look in his eyes and she felt a tingle between her legs. She smiled at him and stuck her chest out a little. "Going anywhere tonight Mary?" Anthony asked her. His tone was slightly mocking and even slightly menacing. "I'm not sure, Willy is waiting for me in the parking lot. We probably will go out somewhere," she answered. She was a little concerned with his change in attitude. Usually he was uncomfortable and bumbling when she was teasing him. She saw none of that in his demeanor now. "Did everyone else clear out?" Anthony asked as he took a few steps toward her. For some reason he looked bigger and taller than usual and she involuntarily took a step back. "Um... I think so... except for Willy, he is waiting for me in the parking lot," she said a little worriedly, repeating herself. "Good Old Willy," Anthony mocked. "How long do you think he will wait? I know the doors only open one way after close. If we had some fun, I wonder how much time we'd have before he got worried?" With that he leered at her and she suddenly felt uncharacteristically self-conscious. "I don't know what you mean and I really have to go," she said as she closed her locker door and moved towards the break room door. She started when she felt his hand grab her arm from behind and spin her around. "As distracting as it is watching you walk from behind Mary, I'm not letting you go that easy. See, things are going to change. I'm not putting up with your teasing anymore. In fact, I am going to take what you've been advertising." He grabbed her with his other hand pulled her tight against him. His intense, hungry eyes boring into hers. "Stop it Anthony! This isn't funny! I have to go, Willy is really waiting for me," she pleaded. "Right now Mary, I don't give a shit about WIlly and in just a few minutes, neither will you," he growled at her. He slipped a hand into her gorgeous chocolate brown hair and pulled her mouth to his, staring into her eyes as he did so. She tried to push against his thickly muscled chest to get away, but she could feel that she was no match for his strength. He stopped kissing her. "What's the matter Mary, you can kiss Elise but you can't kiss me?" Alpha Chronicles Ch. 01 "We were just playing Anthony, I promise I won't tease you anymore, I mean it," she begged. He pulled her mouth back to his and started pushing his tongue in her mouth. At first she managed to keep her lips clamped tight, but his hands were roaming across her ass now, squeezing and pulling her against his obvious erection. She momentarily lost track of her desire to fight him and let his tongue enter. He took his opening and started kissing her in earnest. He slipped a hand from her ass and finally touched one of her magnificent breasts. His hand cupped it and gave it a squeeze till he could feel her flesh between his fingers. Mary whimpered a tiny sound at his grip. She was able to break off the kiss while he was focused on enjoying her breast. "Please stop this! I'm not this kind of girl and I'm not going to cheat on Willy." "Actually Mary, you are exactly this kind of girl and you are going to do exactly what I say, when I say it," with that he spun her around and walked her over to the old threadbare couch. Her head was spinning, not sure what to do. She knew she should fight and attempt to escape, but on the other hand her body was on fire from Anthony's attentions. She never had been so turned on in her life. "Don't do this Anthony," she tried sternly. Outside the break room door, Elise stood, her mouth agape at what she was hearing. She knew she should walk in but she couldn't bring herself to move. What if he tried to take her instead? It was all fun and games before, but now it sounded like Anthony wasn't the cowed little boy he was earlier. Though he was extremely nice to look at, she was much more happy with a man she could manipulate like her current boyfriend. She didn't think, from what she was hearing, she could control Anthony. Once Anthony had Mary over by the couch he pushed her down so she was sitting in front of him. He started to unbuckle his belt. Her eyes went wide as she watched his fingers work, not quite sure how she had gotten herself into this. He unbuttoned and then unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor. She couldn't help but look at the full package hidden by his underwear, the huge cock inside barely contained by the stretched material. She looked back up to him with pleading eyes, but that just made him hungrier and his cock twitched. "Pull them down Mary," he said in a deceptively low calm voice. "No... I can't... I won't" she stammered weakly. He took a step closer to her, thrust his hips forward so his covered crotch grazed her face. She involuntarily sucked in her breath, shocked at his brazenness. She could feel her resolve slipping, she took a deep breath and his smell filled her nostrils and she quivered again. She had never been treated like this by any boy and the sheer raw sexuality of it was intoxicating. "I said... pull them down," and pushed forward again, brushing himself against her lips, the menace back in his voice. She couldn't look him in the eye as she did it, but she reached up, hooked her fingers in the waistband and pulled down. Anthony's large cock sprung free of it's confines, sticking straight out and up and almost resting on her cheek. Here eyes were like saucers, she hadn't ever seen a cock this big in real life, let alone in front of her face. She could feel her pussy flood with lubrication, preparing her for this monster against her will. "Kiss it Mary," he said, returning to his soothing calm voice. She stared as if hypnotized, but didn't need to be ordered this time. She leaned forward and rested her lips against the crown. "God you're beautiful" Anthony murmured and she felt a another small gush of liquid release between her legs. She slowly started kissing around the large head and down the shaft, only touching it with her lips. "Ok, that's enough," he suddenly commanded, surprising her. He pulled her up and spun her around. He placed her hands on the arm of the couch and bent her over. She knew she should do something but it was like she was paralyzed. Anthony lifted her skirt up and his cock twitched and incredibly grew another half-inch. Her golden colored skin was incredible and he actually felt his mouth water staring at her panty-covered ass pointing up at him. She looked over her shoulder at him with trepidation, but said nothing. "Your panties are soaked Mary... I knew they would be," he said in a low deep voice. "Now I am going to take that pussy." Mary jerked at the words and arched her back so her perfectly rounded ass pointed even higher up to him. She knew she couldn't stop what was happening now and frankly didn't want to. Anthony pulled down her panties revealing her lovely shaved pussy. He squatted down so her ass was at eye level and he could see the beads of juice glistening on her lips. He leaned in a bit and took a deep smell of her sex. She watched him over her shoulder seeing his face close to her ass cheeks and whimpered when he took his breath. Her pussy was on fire and her breasts were aching for his touch. Her nipples were actually sore they were so hard. Anthony wasn't in any mood for niceties and patience, he had been teased and left wanting too many times. He stood up bent over her and grabbed her breasts roughly causing her to let out her first moan. He worked her sore nipples that felt like corks between his fingers. Then she felt his cock brush against her sex. "Oh God, you are really going to do it aren't you?" she breathily exclaimed. "Of course Mary, this pussy is mine and I think it's pretty obvious it needs a good fucking, a fucking poor little Willy is incapable of," he grunted and pressed the head against her labia. The lubrication helped but this cock was still bigger than anything she had ever had and when he started pushing she started grunting and panting. He ignored her and pushed against her resistance, squeezing her breasts harder and pulling her back onto his rock hard cock. She felt glorious to him, so wet and hot and so incredibly tight. Halfway in, he backed out and thrust again. He repeated this again and again, going deeper with every stroke. Mary was now openly groaning and repeating his name. "Oh...fuck...Anthony... it's so fucking big, god I've never been so full," she moaned. And then he was fulling sawing in and out of her, her ass bouncing against his pelvis, her breasts jumping in his hands as he let go of them and then squeezed them with every stroke. His pace was getting faster and faster. "Oh, god, oh god, oh god!" Mary repeated. "Yeah slut, how do you like it? This is what you have been working for all these weeks. Fuck... you are a hot piece of ass" He panted and grunted. Every word caused her to moan louder and suddenly she was coming and coming hard. He quickened his pace, straightening up and grabbing her ass with both hands. Then he increased his force with the resulting leverage, the wet smacks reverberating loud in the break room. Her cries of his name loud and desperate, she kept coming. Finally he reached up pulled her hair into his fist to arch her back more and lift her face up so he could see the passionate surrender and came himself. It felt like his cock was literally exploding and he slammed hard again and again, groaning out his own shouts as he watched her shuddering body move beneath him. After a couple more thrusts, he slowed and stopped, resting his still hard cock deep inside her. He could feel Mary tremble and twitch from her orgasm. "I never... I never knew... oh shit...fuck..." she mumbled in a daze. Then she whimpered as she felt him pull out. He let go of her and she slumped on to the couch like a rag doll. Anthony looked down at her, sweaty, sticky and flushed and felt like he was king of the world. for the first time he really knew what fucking was. Love making was great and sex was wonderful, but he realized that nothing was comparable to taking a smoking hot woman who was built to fuck. It was like every sense clicked and synced to make a single-purpose experience so intense and powerful he couldn't even begin to describe it. "Well Mary, now you know," he said, acting as if he'd been there and done that all before. She looked up at him in awe. "You better put yourself back together and get out to Willy." He got himself dressed at that point. Elise quickly scurried from her eavesdropping spot out of the store. Though what she had heard had really turned her on, much more than she expected, she told herself that she didn't really want any part of it. Hearing Mary submit to him and made her imagine herself in Mary's place and the result was a pair of very wet panties. She had never gotten turned on by teasing Anthony or his reactions, but she had to admit, the way he had taken Mary was very hot. When she got outside she saw Willy looking impatient waiting by his car. She told him that she and Mary got carried away talking and Mary would be out in a sec. She gave him a sexy wink as she walked to her car for good measure and he blushed. * * * A few days later June was sitting in her living room getting ready to watch a movie after finishing dinner. She was surprised when her doorbell rang since she normally didn't get unannounced visitors. She went up to the door, looked out the peephole and was surprised to see Anthony there on her porch. She felt that age old twitch when she saw him standing there in his workout clothes, his upper body still pumped up from the gym. For a half-second she thought she should pretend that she wasn't home, but he was bound to have seen all the lights on. She looked down at herself, she was not exactly dressed for visitors. Especially not a visitor like Anthony. She was wearing an old halter that was thin from repeated washing and no bra. She also was wearing much too short running shorts. Pretty much just casual comfy clothes for watching a movie, but it would be rude at this point to make him wait while she went to get something more modest on. She took a deep breath and opened the door. "Anthony, this is a surprise," she cautiously greeted while opening the screen door. She noticeably did not invite him in. "Is there something wrong?" Anthony looked her up and down. She always looked good at work, but dressed like this she was smoking hot. He felt a stirring in his bicycle pants and swallowed. She saw his gaze and flushed a bit at the brazenness of it. She couldn't exactly protest as now that she saw him in the flesh, she gave him the once over also. He looked even better when he wasn't in the peep hole. His tank top and shorts hugged every curve and muscle. Her eyes paused on his package and her eyebrows rose. When she looked up he was smirking at her. "No, there is nothing at all wrong," he replied. "I was just on my way back from the gym and wanted to stop by and update you on the results of the conversation we had last week." "Oh, well... um... Come in then, I guess," she responded hesitantly. "I was just about to watch a movie and didn't expect anyone so excuse the condition of me and my house." "It's no problem at all," he said reassuringly "In fact I like the casual look you have going, you look REALLY good." He watched as her unsupported breasts swayed in her top as she moved across the living room. She felt the heat rising in her sex with every look he gave her. She had to hurry up and get him out of here. She couldn't trust what he might do, especially after what she told him about himself. "OK Anthony, excuse me if I want to keep this short, but I really want to turn in early tonight and want to get the movie started. So, what's been happening with the girl's at work?" she began as she sat on her couch folding her long lean legs beneath her. "Well first I want to thank you for your advice. Of course you were right about everything. I cornered Mary and forced the issue and she submitted to me without much of a fight at all. You should have seen how she got, I thought I was out of control but she took everything I dished out. It was, by far, the best sex I have ever had," he enthusiastically told her. June listened and her imagination created all kinds of images of Anthony and Mary. Images that started to have a real effect on her. She realized she was getting very turned on. "It's just like I told you Anthony, when you come across these women, they want you to take them, regardless of what they say. Nothing fulfills them more. I really am glad it all worked out for the best," she said sincerely. "Oh yeah, and even Elise has stopped her teasing. Mary must have told her what happened and now she is steering clear. Mary herself doesn't seem to know what to do and has been avoiding me. Which is fine until I feel like taking her again." With that he got a devious smile. The smile made her nervous, but still she felt her nipples hardening. That did not go unnoticed by Anthony either. "Well, thanks for stopping by and updating me," she said as she stood up and walked as if to show him the door. "I'm not leaving yet," he said in a low, firm voice. She felt a chill and then a shiver, but not a shiver of cold. "Anthony, I don't want to be rude, but I really have to finish up what I'm doing. I'll talk to you at work," she tried to say firmly, but couldn't look at him as she said it. He, on the hand, was staring intently at her long legs and heart shaped ass. Her running shorts were so short that the bottom of each cheek extended beneath the hem and he felt the lycra of his bicycle shorts slip across his growing hard on. "No... I don't think so," he said cockily, "I want to really show my appreciation for this new world you have introduced me to." "Anthony, I know what you are thinking and that is out of the question." She turned on him, trying to project anger, but really she was fighting the rising swell of anticipation her body was filling with, "You need to leave...Now!" "I think we both know better that that at this point," Anthony chuckled. "It's been too long for you, you need to get back into the game." "You don't understand, I'm not going to sully the memory of my husband. He was my best and LAST lover, Period!' she raised her voice for the last sentence. But even to her own ears it sounded as much like she was trying to convince herself as him. Anthony's new found confidence was truly a turn around and she realized this was going to be difficult. "Look, I'm not going to argue with you. I am going upstairs and you have to leave." she said firmly. She spun on one of her heels and marched up the stairs. Near the top she turned to look down to see if he was leaving only to see him leaning back on her couch watching her walk up the steps, his right hand gently squeezing his hard cock through his shorts. Her pussy clenched and she quickly turned and ran up the steps. She walked into her bedroom and sat on the corner of the bed. She wasn't sure what to do, it didn't seem like he was leaving. She looked at herself in her full length mirror on the closet door. She was flushed, her nipples very pronounced through her halter and she now could see a wet spot on her shorts in the crotch. She closed her legs and tried to get a hold of herself. She was burning up. If Anthony was anything like her husband, and everything suggested he was, he would be coming for her soon. She couldn't get the image of his shorts-encased cock in his hand out of her mind. It was huge. She could have been miss-remembering, but it seemed bigger than her husbands had been. The thought of what he would do to her with it caused her to whimper involuntarily. Then she heard it, even above her own now loud breathing... footsteps on the stairs. "Anthony, don't come up here!' she said quickly. "It's not right, I'm old enough to be your mother for christ's sake!" She listened and heard the footsteps continue. She felt panicky but intensely turned on. Then she heard the footsteps in the hall. "It's not too late Anthony, turn around now and we can pretend this never happened." He appeared in her doorway. She stared wide-eyed at him. At some point he had removed his clothes and stood there completely naked, muscles still rippling from his workout, his perfect form even more stimulating than she remembered her husband to be, but it was his huge cock standing hard and proud that demanded her full attention. She scrambled backwards on the bed, drawing up her knees and wrapping her arms around them. Anthony looked down at how her new position caused her running shorts to pull tight against her sex, outlining her crease and puffy lips. He didn't like the term camel-toe as it was unnecessarily crude, but that was the only way to describe the delicious looking space between her legs, He slowly walked over to the edge of the bed and watched as her eyes locked on and followed his swaying penis with each step. Once he got close enough, he leaned over and grabbed one of her ankles and dragged her roughly to the edge of the bed. She tried to kick her legs halfheartedly, but he was able to get both ankles in one of his strong hands and lifted her legs up so her ass was off the bed and she was laying on her upper back only, steadying herself with her arms. She wanted to resist but seeing the corded muscles in his chest and arms flex as he held her in the air made her realize there was no use. "June, of all people, you know there is no stopping this." He looked her in the eyes. "You were made for fucking and so was I... and now I am going to fuck... you." He reached for the running shorts and roughly pulled them up her legs to her ankles. He could feel the moistness of them in his hand and he felt his lust surge knowing she was turned on. He dropped her legs and while she tried to kick free from the shorts he grabbed first one arm and then the other and lifted her up with one hand like he had done her legs. Her breasts jutted out towards him, the nipples hard and dark, clearly visible though the thin material of the halter top. He reached under the bottom of the top with his free hand and pulled the fabric up so he could see her swaying beauties. He cupped one with his free hand, almost gently. He squeezed lightly and pulled the breast away from her body a slight amount. She moaned before she could stop herself. He got her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and start to roll it. She was kneeling on the bed and started to sway her hips while the feeling she had almost forgotten washed over her. Her body was waking up with a vengeance and there was no way she was going to let him stop at this point. Anthony pulled her arms and walked backwards until she was forced to stretch out her legs at the edge of the bed and stand, but then he pushed her down to her knees in front of him. He dropped her arms and she let them drop to her sides. "Damn June, you are so fucking hot. Take your top off...now," he ordered and she immediately complied. "Oh, yes, it's been a real shame you've kept this body hidden away so long. We both know what it craves... what you crave. Look at that pretty little pussy dripping on the carpet, I can't wait to slide into that hungry little kitty." June looked up at him a pleading look in her eyes, though not pleading for mercy anymore... pleading for relief. "Clasp you hands behind you back," he growled. She quickly obeyed, the position pushing out her grapefruit sized breasts and causing her to arch her back. Her hands were resting on the swell of her ass and she could feel her skin was hot to the touch. It had been years since she had been this turned on. He stepped forward, took his cock in his hand and slowly trailed it around her face. She whimpered and tried to rub against it, but he pulled it away whenever she seemed to get too eager. After a minute or two of this game, he place his other hand behind her head and held it still, then he rubbed his cock back and forth across her lips. She parted them, but he didn't immediately enter so she pushed the tip of her tongue out. She felt him jerk at the contact and she felt another shiver at the knowledge of the effect she was having on him. Alpha Chronicles Ch. 02 This story and the others like it in the series reflect a certain type of fantasy that is largely male oriented. I'm a male and I am writing what is titillating and sexual to me. The characters aren't meant to reflect reality, neither in the way they act or their attitudes towards each other. The subject matter does not reflect how I think real people act or how real people think. It may be that people do act and think this way, but I am neither condoning this behavior nor intentionally encouraging it. I'm simply telling stories about fictional people that I find stimulating. None of the characters are meant to reflect, or act as proxies for, actual people in reality. Finally, all the people in these stories are Adults, 18 years of age or older, in case I forget to explicitly state that in the stories themselves. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy. * * * I was sitting in the kitchen eating my lunch when my sister Gwen and her best friend Megan arrived. We exchanged greetings and they went about busying themselves with getting their own lunches. Gwen and I are pretty close as age goes, my Mother had us 11 months apart and Gwen had just turned 18 this week. Now that I saw them arrive, I remembered her saying that Megan was going to sleep over this weekend to help celebrate her own birthday. Megan, as always, looked stunning. Even more so as it looked like they had dressed for the pool and she had on just a bikini top and some loose fitting, but pretty short, shorts. She was average height, with long brown hair and a little on the thin side, except for her breasts. They looked like they should have been on a girl a foot taller and 50 pounds heavier. Maybe it was just the contrast with her slight frame, but they looked huge and I couldn't help staring at them since they were so tightly constrained by her smallish bright yellow bikini top. Of course she noticed my gaze and gave me a playful wink. Megan has been friends with Gwen since middle school and I've always had a little thing for her and she has always enjoyed teasing me, first as a teenage annoyance, but then when we were older, with a more flirtatious bent. I wasn't sure why they were friends really. Gwen was a down to earth girl who treated everyone with respect and kindness. Megan, on the other hand, had really developed into a gold-digger socialite who seemed shallower every time I saw her. I had overheard Megan and Gwen talking and all she ever seemed to care about when it came to guys was social-standing, prospects and their financial future. Though, since starting senior year, now that I had started to fill out from sports and working out, I had noticed her giving me the once-over now and again. Throughout their lunch the girls talked mostly to each other and never said more than two words to me, but that didn't stop Megan from doing all kinds of little things for my benefit and enjoying my reactions. As she talked with Gwen she kept toying with her top as if it was slipping. She kept running her fingers under the edge and pulling it up which had the effect pushing her breasts up and causing them to bounce when she let go. It seemed innocent enough and she was probably fooling Gwen, but not me. Every time she did the bounce, she would surreptitiously look at me to see if I noticed. She also seemed to have to stretch more often than normal. Though she could have been stiff from physical activity, her sparkling eyes noticing my lingering glances told a different story. At one point she placed her legs and her calves up on the table with her feet towards me. She rotated at the hips to continue to talk to Gwen, but my eyes feasted on her long legs obviously placed on display for me and I could see right up under her loose shorts to the bright yellow of her bikini bottoms. Finally they finished their lunch and got up to go out and use the pool. I stood up to leave also and Megan immediately looked to my crotch, smiling when she saw that she had created the desired effect. Instead of congratulating herself though, she should have watched where she was going as she tripped over her chair leg when she attempted to walk past me. She fell into my arms embarrassed at her clumsiness. She had grabbed on to my arm and now I could feel her slightly squeeze my bicep. I looked down at her and saw her lick her lips and start to blush. I put my hand on her hip as if to steady her, but also pulled her closer so she could feel my semi-hard cock growing fully erect from her closeness. She gasped and quickly stepped back and now I was the one with mischievous smile and I gave her a wink as I glanced at her perked up nipples poking her bikini top. Gwen seemed oblivious and went out the door, Megan following hurriedly close behind blushing furiously. I walked over to the kitchen window and watched as Megan stripped down to her bikini and climbed the ladder into the pool. Her ass round and tight looking, her bikini was only covering the top half and I found my gaze locked onto the crease where the cheeks met her upper leg. As she climbed, I looked her legs up and down, enjoying the play of muscles in her calves and the shift of her bikini as her glutes worked with each rung. At the top she looked over her shoulder right into the kitchen window and into my eyes. She turned and jumped into the pool. I adjusted my hard-on and turned to go up to my room. * * * Later that evening I was sitting in the living room watching a baseball game when Gwen walked in. My sister and I never have had a contentious relationship like some siblings. We've always been good friends. We are a lot alike in many ways, but have never let our competitive and controlling natures to come between us. She and Megan wanted to watch a couple movies on the big screen and she asked if I minded giving up control of the remote. I said it was no problem as I didn't really care about the teams anyway and then asked her what they were going to watch. When she said the first movie was a comedy I had been wanting to see, I decided to stay and watch it with them. Gwen said that was fine and went up to get Megan. About fifteen minutes later they both came into the living room obviously dressed for bed. Megan had her hair up in a tight bun and was wearing a white flowered night shirt that barely only covered her behind by a few inches. Her feet were bare and the way her breasts danced as she walked suggested that she might be wearing little else other than the thin shirt. She was smiling as I checked her out, it was clear she knew she just what affect her appearance had and probably had decided to look this way when Gwen told her I was going to join them. Even though I had always been attracted to her and she had been teasing me incessantly over the past few months or so, I had never really thought of her like I did the women at work, Mary and June. Mary and June put it out there and, unconsciously or consciously, wanted me to take it. This was a very different situation. I guess since she was my sister's best friend and I had known her since she was a little kid I had never actually fully appreciated her sexuality like this. That was changing. Tonight I was starting to feel the hunger. I was pretty sure she didn't know just what game she was playing. I would resist, for Gwen's sake, but Megan was definitely not making it easy. If she pushed it too much farther I would have to privately ask her to chill out before she got me in trouble. I wished Gwen would notice what was going on and put a stop to it, but she still seemed oblivious. I knew Megan had no intention of making me her boyfriend, our family had little money and I wasn't on any fast track to riches anytime soon. Regardless of physical attraction, I wasn't her type. I was sitting in the only recliner and both girls curled up onto the couch. When Megan pulled her leg's up underneath herself, I watched as her nightshirt briefly climbed up and showed me her polka-dotted panties. That short little snippet caused my heart to suddenly race and my own underwear to tighten as I started to harden. I continued to look at her long legs as Gwen moved to setup and start the movie. When the music started I forced myself to look away from Megan and watch the movie. After ten or fifteen minutes, Megan moved to the floor and Gwen stretched out on the couch. This placed Megan more into my field of view, and wow, what a view it was. She laid on her front propping her head in her hands. Her night shirt actually was not covering her whole butt, but was partially up the bottom side and her panties were clearly visible. Her ass was perfect, the cheeks were like perfect half circles with no movement at all, they stood higher than her back a full six inches or so. It wasn't quite out of proportion enough to be a true "bubble" butt, but it was damn close. I tried to watch the movie but I found myself startled from my staring at Megan a few times by the girls laughing at parts of the movie that I missed. It got to the point where I was totally ignoring the movie as all I could think about was the different ways I would make Megan cum if given half a chance. I envisioned her in all kinds of positions and situations. I had to stop this, she was my sister's friend and no good could come of fantasizing about her. She must have read my mind or knew of my distress and decided to increase my torture because she shifted a bit on the floor and spread her knees apart about a foot. This gave me an incredible view of her panty-clad mound. Then, much to my shock, she pushed her hips up just a tiny bit and then lowered them down. This caused her ass to rotate into the air and her pussy to almost seem to push in my direction. My cock was achingly hard at this point and I had nothing to hide it with on the recliner. At least if I was on the couch I could have placed a throw pillow on my lap. I glanced over at my sister to see if she had any clue as to what was going on but her eyes were glued to the screen, seemingly engrossed in the movie. A little while later, Gwen paused the movie and announced she had to use the john. Megan closed her legs and sat up, wrapping her arms around her knees. Once Gwen left the room, Megan attempted to talk about the movie but I was distracted by the fact that, at the angle she was now sitting, I could see her puffy mound pressing at her panties to the point where her crease was unmistakable. I tried hard to sound like I knew what she was talking about, but I knew she was teasing me as her smile every time she caught me staring was knowing and naughty. She decided to lean back at that point and hold herself up on her arms, pushing her chest towards me. The fabric was pulled tight across her large breasts and it was clear that her nipples were stiff as they poked straight out in my direction. I felt the hunger surge and I knew I couldn't take it anymore. Flaunting her incredible body had pushed me over the edge and I lost all self-control, all thoughts of Gwen and Megan's friendship gone and no longer holding me back. I quickly leaned forward on the recliner, grabbed an ankle and dragged her towards me. She yelped at my sudden move and her eyes got huge as she tried to scramble backwards. "Anthony! Stop!" she whispered forcefully. I didn't. I pulled her leg up in to my lap and then grabbed her other leg behind the knee and pulled her up so her ass was in the air and her shoulders and head were on the ground. I spread her legs apart and got a great look up close at her pantied sex. I could smell arousal and saw a slight wet spot at the crease. "Cut it out you perve!" she whispered with more panic in her voice and attempted to squirm out of my grip. I knew she hadn't anticipated this out of me, I had never made any move on her before, but things were different now and I was hungry for her. I pulled her up more, her slight weight seemed like nothing in the state I was in. Then I lowered my mouth down and placed it right onto her pussy. She immediately froze, all her muscles locked tight. I slipped my tongue out, against the fabric of her panties and slightly into her moist cleft. The contact made her tremble in my hands and gasp loudly. Even through the fabric she tasted better than any woman I had ever gone down on. I heard the toilet flush upstairs. "Oh God, stop, she's coming back!" Megan whined. I pushed my tongue just a touch harder against her clit-area and then quickly lowered her back to the floor. As soon as I released her she scrambled over to the couch, pulling her night shirt down to cover herself. She stared at me angrily, her face red and flushed. "You bastard!" she whispered venomously and then Gwen came back in the room. Ignorant to what had transpired, she plopped onto the couch, grabbed the remote and started the movie. Megan didn't do any more teasing after that. After about 15 minutes my hard on finally subsided to the point where I thought I could walk without a limp and I excused myself as too tired to finish the movie. Megan glared at me as I walked away and I gave her a wink. * * * I was still pissed at Anthony through most of the second movie. I couldn't believe that asshole would do that. Sure, I was harmlessly teasing him, but that's all it was, harmless. What did he think I was? Some kind of slut? Who did he think he was? Sure, he was hot... especially lately, he had really grown up and was looking amazingly fit with all those rippling muscles, but he was SO not my type. Once the movie ended, Gwen's cell phone rang and she started to have a conversation with her boyfriend which wasn't interesting to me in the least. I was still irritated and moody from Anthony's treatment and I decided to go on up to wait for Gwen in her room. When I got the top of the stairs I saw that the bathroom door was cracked and the shower was running. I knew Gwen's parent's had their own bathroom so it could only be Anthony in there. He must not have went to bed yet after all. This was a perfect time to put him in his place since Gwen was occupied. I quietly walked up to the door and quietly pushed it open. All thoughts of talk fled me at that point. The shower stall was one of those glass door types, not the kind with curtains, and this particular door was clear glass. I remembered something Gwen said about her Mother having this weird thing about not being able to see the rest of the room when she was showering. Fear of being snuck up on or something. The door, even with water beading up on it, gave me a perfect view of Anthony. At the moment he was facing away from me and I could see his muscles bunching and relaxing across his back and shoulders as he washed his hair. Still a little turned on from earlier, much to my dismay, I felt a little tingle when I saw his muscular ass. God he looked good. He really was beautiful in a hyper-masculine way and I was ashamed at the images flashing in my imagination. He turned to reach for something and I got a look at him in profile. My jaw literally dropped. Even limp, his cock was big and it swayed heavily as he moved. I felt a surge of fluid in my puss as he started to lather up his body. I'd seen my share of men's genitals, but his cock was outright beautiful. I never thought I'd ever say that about some guy's cock, but I couldn't deny what I was seeing. I actually had to swallow because my mouth had watered. This was the first cock I had ever seen that I actually felt a desire to go down on. It's not that I had never given a blow job, because I had, it's just that I usually did it just to get on a guy's good side and my heart was never really into it. I don't think I'd ever been this turned on just looking at a guy before and I really didn't want to be. He and I had no chance together whatsoever. Anthony was my best friend's brother and I had to think about my own future. With Anthony's family situation, he had no guarantees at success and I needed guarantees. For a second my heart stopped as it looked like Anthony looked right at me, but when he didn't react and went back to washing himself, I relaxed. Then he started to soap himself between his legs and his cock started to grow. I was mesmerized as it slowly grew in length and climbed into the air, pointing towards the ceiling. I kept thinking that it was done, but then it would grow some more. Anthony started to slowly stroke its long soapy length, and NOT in a washing way, these were long, lingering strokes and he thrust his hips forward to meet his hand on the way back down from the head. Even in his large hand the cock looked big and he started to cup and squeeze his large balls with the other hand. I was getting flushed and my puss felt like it was on fire. I felt a jolt as I suddenly imagined him thinking about the taste of my puss while he jerked off. I could almost feel his hands on my legs again and images of his head between my splayed thighs flashed into my mind. I was breathing fast and unconsciously caressing my thigh watching him. Suddenly he stopped and started rinsing off, his big prick swinging around, standing proud. I realized he would be getting out very soon. I took one last, long, lingering look and then softly closed the door. I took a large breath, trying to clear my head made my way to Gwen's room, attempting to be careful on my unsteady feet. * * * I was lying in bed reading when I heard the door to Gwen's room open and close. After the events during the movie, and later putting on my little show for Megan, I was hyped up and feeling uncontrollably horny so I jumped up, turned out my light and looked into the hallway. I just caught the rear view of Megan entering the bathroom and closing the door behind her. I looked at my sister's door and noticed that the light was out, so I assumed Megan was asleep. Past the point of thinking about right and wrong and operating mostly on instinct I went into the hallway and positioned myself on the side of the bathroom door away from my sister's room. It was only a couple minutes before I heard the toilet flush and the water running in sink, both causing my adrenaline to spike and I felt a thrill of anticipation. I saw the light go out under the bathroom door and then it opened. Megan tentatively came out into the hallway, her eyes not yet used to the darkness. I waited until she had fully stepped into the hallway and then stepped up behind her and wrapped my arms around her. She emitted a frightened yelp and I placed my mouth to her ear and shushed her. "Anthony, is that you?" She whispered. "Of course it is, who did you think?" I said in a low voice right in her ear. "What do you want?" she said, trying to pull away. "You know exactly what I want," I whispered into her ear. "Let go of me right now you creep or I'll scream," she tried to whisper forcefully as she struggled. "No I won't and no you won't," I said as I lowered my mouth to her ear and softly ran my tongue around it. She stiffened and lamely pushed against my arms. I pulled her closer and her drum tight ass cheeks pressed against my pelvis, my now rock hard cock nestled against her night shirt, pushing it between them. "You feel fucking awesome Megan," and she did, her large breasts were squeezed against my left arm and I had my right hand on her taught belly. I started to run it around her abs and upper thighs. I pulled up her night shirt and reveled in the soft smoothness of the skin of her legs. "Anthony, please, your parents are just a few feet away and so is your sister. What if they woke up and caught you molesting me?" she complained as she tried to squirm away from my touch. "Megan, how could you?" I feigned shock. "Molestation? I'm insulted. You don't think I don't know how you violated my privacy by watching me jack off my big cock in the shower? Just because I was thinking of fucking you when I was doing it doesn't give a pervert like you the right to watch me," I taunted her. I licked her ear again and moved to grip one of her breasts in my hand firmly squeezing it. I could tell my words affected her as her breathing was getting heavier and her nipples got hard very fast. I pushed my knee between her legs and forced them apart. Before she could put them back together I quickly moved my hand over her sex. It was hot and wet, wetter than when I had briefly had my mouth on her during the movie. Alpha Chronicles Ch. 02 "Tsk, tsk, Megan. I don't think your sweet little pussy thinks you're being molested. I think she is hungry for my attention. Then again, I kissed her before I ever kissed you didn't I?" I moved my left hand up and gripped Megan under her chin, turning her head towards me and I kissed her, immediately pushing my tongue against her lips. She whimpered and kept them clamped shut, but I started squeezing her sex with my other hand and she opened her lips to let out a startled moan and my tongue slipped right in. I worked my middle finger against her cloth covered lips, putting pressure on her stiff clit. Something seemed to relax inside her and suddenly her tongue was working against mine. I didn't let go of her head though, I wanted it to be clear who was in control of this situation. I moved my right hand up and into the waistband of her panties. I slowly pushed down under the tight fabric, slowly moving my fingers through the soft hair to her wet lips. She whimpered in my mouth again. Her arms hung limply at her sides, letting me have my way with her. I inserted a fingertip into her and her knees buckled for a second before she caught herself. I dropped my hand to her breasts and started to squeeze and lightly pull on them. She didn't move her mouth away, in fact her tongue started to move faster and her mouth opened wider letting me have greater access. I stopped kissing her suddenly and she had a lost look in her half-lidded eyes. I pushed her over by the bannister and she had to reach out and catch herself on it as her knees were in danger of giving out. I gripped her left hip with one hand and pushed down her shoulders with the other, forcing her to bend at the waist. Her nightshirt pulled up exposing her ass to me. I unceremoniously grabbed the waistband at the top and roughly pulled her panties down to her ankles. I didn't stand back up and when she reflexively stepped one foot out of her underwear I moved the raised leg to the side, spreading her legs. I wasn't in the mood for subtle teasing and I immediately placed my mouth on her sex from behind, sliding up tongue right into the groove and lapping up her delicious essence. She let out a moan, almost loud enough to be of a concern, but neither bedroom door opened. "Megan, you are going to have to be quiet through this. You don't want my parents or your best friend to come out and see what a cock-hungry slut you are, do you?" I said as I squeezed each of her ass cheeks and pulled them apart. I had never done it before, but I was so worked up that, instead of returning to her dripping pussy, I nuzzled into her ass and lightly licked her exquisite little butt hole. She bucked and jerked at the touch, I don't think anyone had ever touched her there before. "Anthony, stop it! That's dirty!" she whispered urgently. I held her still with one hand and inserted two fingers into her pussy with the other. I started to push the tip of my tongue into her. Even her ass tasted good. "Ooooooh...oh...no...ah...stop...unh," she started to ramble. Her hips slowly started to rotate back and forth in the same rhythm of my fingers, meeting their slow thrusting while I played my tongue around and into her little rosebud. I let go of her with my other hand, confident she wasn't going to try and get away at this point. She was enthusiastically pushing back against my mouth and fingers now, her head down and face hidden. I splayed my knees a bit to give myself better leverage and then brought my other hand up to start massaging her clit. It was like I was electrocuting her, she started to shake and move her hips in random uncontrolled jerks. I removed my tongue from her ass and started to gently bite and lick her cheeks. Her whimpers were getting dangerously loud now and I started to fear that we would be discovered. I removed my hands from her and stood up. I took a step back and admired her, she stood there legs spread apart, her thighs glistening, bent over, hands white-knuckle clenching the bannister, her head down facing the floor. She swayed her hips very slightly to the left and right, as if seeking the contact I had just removed from her. "Now I make you mine Megan," I said, my tone brooking no argument. Her head shot up and she looked over her shoulder at me. Her large, glittering eyes fearful, but expectant. I dropped my boxers and let my cock swing free. She stared at it, her eyes widening slightly. I took my cock in my hand, walked up behind her and placed the head against her sex. She gasped at the contact and her hips jerked involuntarily. Then I reached forward, placed my hand over her mouth and pushed inside her. To say she was tight was an understatement, I had to pull her hips toward me with my free hand while pushing forward. She whimpered and whined against my hand, but I could feel her pushing back against my cock, fully submitting. After a minute or so of pushing and adjusting I was bottomed out inside her. Her pussy was incredibly hot and getting wetter by the second. I grabbed one of her ass cheeks with my now free hand and started to piston slowly inside her. I kneaded her firm ass as I pushed and pulled, fully enjoying what pleasure her flesh could give and she was all pleasure at this point. She was breathing heavy though her nose, huffing and puffing. Her whimpers and whining had changed to moans and I increased my pace so that now the sound of her ass smacking against my pelvis on each thrust was clearly audible. I used my hand that held her mouth to pull her head around so I could stare into her eyes as I fucked her. When our eyes met she started pushing hard back against me, her thighs hard and flexed from the effort. I bent my knees a little more to allow her to do the same, she used the leverage this gave her to really start to meet me thrust for thrust, even giving a little swirl of her ass on each pull back. It took all my control not to give her a couple hard smacks to her ass, but I knew that would be too much noise. Things were dangerously loud already. After a few minutes of this she started to really buck, and it took all my strength with my free hand to control her gyrations enough to keep her impaled on my cock. Then she froze, her back painfully arched and her head rolled back, her eyes huge. I took that as my cue and I start really driving it home. Her whole body tensed as all my strength gave each thrust maximum force making what seemed like thunderous clapping of our wet skin against each other. I could feel that her mouth was wide open in a silent scream against my hand, her lips mashed against my fingers. Finally I started to come, an orgasm like no other I have ever had. I remembered what had happened with Mary, my orgasm with her had been an awakening to what great sex really was, but this... this was taking it to another level I hadn't even suspected was possible. Megan could feel the seemingly endless amounts of cum I was shooting into her and she frantically started working her tongue against my hand, the sheer depravity of her submission driving a few more hard thrusts out of me and a few more spurts of my cum. I stood there inside her for a couple minutes, breathing hard, disbelieving what had just occurred. Then I pulled out and let go of her. Megan slipped to the floor panting, flushed, and glassy eyed. She looked so sexy laying there at my feet, glowing in the post-orgasm bliss. I used one of my feet to roll her over on to her back and she didn't resist at all. Then I straddled her abdomen and looked down at her, staring intently into her eyes. The message was clear, I had taken her and claimed her as only an Alpha can. She sat up and wrapped her arms around one of my thighs and kissed and licked the skin over my still tight, flexed thigh muscle. The sight of her like that, a gorgeous, extremely desirable, previously out-of-my-league woman at my feet practically worshipping me caused another wave of lust and satisfaction to wash through me and my cock gave a very noticeable twitch. Megan noticed and quickly moved to envelop the half hard cock in her mouth. She didn't bat an eyelash she lapped up our shared juices, her eyes staring lovingly at my cock. It started growing to its full hardness, but I wasn't going to allow her the satisfaction. No, I'd save the cock-sucking for another day. I pushed her head off my cock and stepped backwards, leaving her sitting there looking bewildered as I turned, walked to my room, entered and closed the door behind me. * * * When I woke up, it was almost like what happened the night before in the hallway never actually had. Then I moved my legs and my thighs momentarily stuck together with dried juices. It had happened... Anthony had taken me in the hallway. He had, for all intents and purposes, raped me, but the shiver I got when I replayed the events in my mind suggested it was not altogether non-consensual. I thought back to how I had acted, it was shameful. I had been like a dog in heat and had never been so out of control horny before. I also had never actually felt so good and satisfied before. And I, for sure, never had been treated like that before. Anthony was like a force of nature and I needed to make sure I avoided any situations like that in the future. The last thing I needed was for a complicated situation like that to grow into something I would regret. Having animal-like sex with my best friend's brother was not going to help me get myself set up for the future. No, Anthony was definitely off-limits and more importantly, I was off-limits to him. I had a brief spike of fear when I thought of myself at his feet, practically worshipping his cock. I couldn't help surrendering, the surrender itself had been so natural and right. This was going to be hard, but I had to be strong. The only problem being, could I be stronger than Anthony? Even now my pussy got a little wet thinking back to him saying that I was now his. I never thought I'd be turned on by being "claimed". I'm a strong, independent woman who knows what she wants. That new found side to my sexuality was a complication I could honestly do without. Gwen was still asleep so I got up to go to the bathroom and shower off the strong smell of sex that was coming off me in waves. The house was quiet so I assumed I was the first one awake. I turned the water on hot and slipped beneath the spray. It felt good and I started shampooing my hair. After I had rinsed and washed my face, I turned and was startled by Anthony's large frame standing outside the shower door. Shit, I must have left the door unlocked. He was completely naked and I looked down and saw him slowly sliding his hand up and down his fully hard cock. I stood mesmerized for a moment before I looked up into his now smirking face. He reached for the handle, but I was faster and grabbed it and held it closed so he couldn't get in. His smile faded and I got a little scared. He took his other hand off his cock, joined it with his other at the handle and pulled harder. The handle easily pulled out of wet hands and now I was face-to-face with him, both of us totally naked. He devoured me with his eyes and I tried to cover my large breasts and my neatly trimmed bush at the same time, not very successfully. Water kept spraying and bouncing off my skin as we stared at each other. I had to admit, in the full light of the bathroom, Antony looked amazing. He was ripped and perfectly proportioned, his muscles large but still with some of the adolescent leanness he was still growing out of. His cock was as huge as I remembered when the tables were turned and he was in the shower and I was watching. The head was large and purple and seemed to be staring right at me. "Now we are going to finish what you started Megan," Anthony said in a low voice that couldn't be heard outside the bathroom over the shower. He stepped into the shower and I stepped back, alarmed and not sure what to do. "Anthony...No Way! You have to leave right now! You aren't going to rape me again like last night, get out of here!" I said forcefully, but quietly. Anthony burst out with a genuine laugh that he had to use one of his hands to cover. "Megan that is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. Once you got going, I don't think I would have been able to stop you. You were so hungry for that fucking, I couldn't stop myself from giving you what you obviously were craving." "Don't be ridiculous, leave me alone and get out of here! You asshole," I tried to say convincingly, but being so close to him such confined quarters was causing my body to betray me. I was getting flushed, wet and butterflies were swarming my belly. Anthony simply replied. "No Megan." His voice was serious and there was no more mirth in his expression. He reached out and pulled me to him. I put my arms up so my forearms were against his chest and I tried to push away, but he held me still in his strong muscled arms and then he leaned over and put his mouth on my neck. His tongue pushed hard against the muscle there, tasting the fresh shower water. I got momentarily lost and relaxed a little and he moved a hand around me to my ass. He gripped it tight and pulled me harder against him. "Megan, this time isn't about you. As much as your fucking gorgeous body makes me want to fuck you senseless, this time is all about me. I need to feel just how much you need my cock." "I don't need it and I never will, bastard!" I hissed. He shifted us around so that he was under the shower head and then he started to push down on my shoulders. I shook my head no, but I couldn't resist his strength long and soon found myself kneeling on the bottom of the tub, his cock pulsing in front of my face. Returning to this position brought the previous night flooding back. The heat was building up in me fast, I looked up at Anthony and he looked down at me and I felt so sexy and wanted at that moment. I shifted my legs so my pussy was resting on my heel and if I rocked in such a way it rubbed my clit. I knew I shouldn't, since it wasn't doing me any good in trying to keep control, but the situation was spiraling and I couldn't think about much else than the lust that was now building up inside me. Anthony pushed forward so the head of his cock pushed against my cheek. I licked my lips, but didn't move other than that. He turned his hips so his cock dragged across my face and I could feel my pussy clench and then drip. I couldn't help it... I couldn't stop myself... I opened my mouth and made an 'O' with my lips. Anthony smiled, which set off another jolt in my sex and then placed his cock against my lips. I swear an electric shock passed from his cock to my lips. Then I was swirling my tongue around the head. I grabbed the shaft in a hand and slowly sliding the skin up and down. His uncircumcised sheath brushed my lips and the sheer animal-ness of the act started me eagerly rocking on my heel. I needed more and allowed the entire head of his huge cock to pass my lips and I started to swipe my tongue underneath it as best I could in the small space. Anthony grunted and pushed in more and I sped my hand up working on his shaft and started moving my head back and forth on his cock. I reached up my other hand and started to gently stroke and squeeze his large testicles. As soon as I came in contact with them I was overcome with a craving for his cum in my mouth. It turns out I didn't have long to wait. I looked up and water was splashing off of Anthony's hard pecs and shoulders, spraying me in the face. The view of his cock in my mouth must have been having quite the effect because he suddenly grabbed my head and started fucking my face. His face was set and he was breathing loud and fast. I relaxed my jaw and throat and just rode the intense waves flowing through my body, fully surrendering to his need. I increased my clit-rocking to his rhythm as his cock butted against the back of my throat. It was a miracle I didn't gag with that monster pushing its way back there. Then the cumming started. He started shooting rope after rope of come into my mouth and down my throat. I started cumming myself as soon as I couldn't swallow fast enough and cum started to drip out the sides of my mouth. I couldn't handle the lewd brazenness of him anymore. Here I was, not five minutes had passed and I was joyfully swallowing down this man's cum after he had forced his way into the shower with me. I came hard, not as hard as I came when Anthony fucked me the night before, but surprisingly harder than most of the times I have cum in the past. Once he was finally finished he just stood there and let himself soften in my mouth. I couldn't help it, I lovingly suckled his cock as it softened. It never did fully deflate and then he pulled it out. Then he lifted me to my feet and proceeded to tenderly wash me from head to toe. It was heavenly, his touch was firm but gentle. Then he washed himself as I got out and dried myself off. While he dried himself off, I peeked into the hallway and then scurried back to Gwen's bedroom. The shame at what had occurred started to wash over me as soon her bedroom door closed behind me. * * * During breakfast later that morning, Megan refused to make eye contact or look in my direction at all. For my part, I didn't say anything to her either. Gwen and our parents made small talk, obviously oblivious to any of the uncomfortable dynamic between Megan and me. Eventually we finished up and the parents left to play golf, something they religiously did on Saturdays, weather permitting. Gwen and I started to clean up the kitchen and Megan went upstairs. Just as we were finishing up Gwen got a call from her boyfriend, seemed like he wanted to take her to some last-minute surprise and was on his way over. She hung up, looked at me with pleading eyes and began, "Big Brother?" She always called me that when she wanted something. "Can you do me a huge favor?" "What now?" "Well, Tom is coming to get me and we have no time to drive Megan all the way over to the other side of town." I suppressed a smile. "Really Gwen?" I attempted to sound exasperated. "I guess I could... but you owe me big time, I mean BIG time." She smiled hugely and threw her arms around me, kissing me on the cheek. "Oh thank you big brother!" She quickly disengaged and ran upstairs. I knew that Megan was not going to be happy about this, but contemplating some alone time with her, I was finding it hard to be very sympathetic. I got ready to go and Gwen flew down the stairs and out the door just as a car horn honked from out front. Megan was next down the stairs, she had her stuff and seemed ready to go. She still refused to look at me. Even though she wasn't trying, she still looked great. She had on a halter top and modest shorts, her hair in a simple pony tail. "I tried to get a ride but everyone is busy. I really don't want to get in a car with you, but I guess I have no choice," she said pissily. "Well, aren't you little Miss Sunshine? Your gratitude is overwhelming," I sarcastically said. "I guess I'm ready, let's go." We went out to the car, got in and I pulled out of the drive. I didn't try to hide the fact that I was checking out her legs, but she just looked out the passenger window ignoring me. "You know," she said softly after a few minutes. "What you did to me is wrong." "Really?" I replied. "You seemed to enjoy it as much as I did." "You can't just grab me like that and do whatever you like, no matter how it ends up. I am ashamed at how I reacted towards the end, I'm not that kind of person. That's no excuse for you forcing yourself on me." "Megan, you find me attractive right? I know you do. I also know that you can't deny me." "Look Anthony," she exhaled exasperatedly. "It doesn't matter what I think about you or how I feel, it can never work out between us and I'm not just going to be your sex toy. I have other guys I'm dating who I want to be with and I'm not going to jeopardize those relationships because of great sex." As soon as she said it I could tell she regretted admitting that last bit. Alpha Chronicles Ch. 02 Her face flushed and she quickly continued, "What I mean is, I'm not basing any of my relationships on sex and I don't want to be intimate with you and complicate everything." "Think about this for a minute Megan, do you think you can say no to any of your boyfriends, or any other guy for that matter, and actually mean it if they push it? I bet you can. I bet you can shut any of them down. You can't stop me though, because you have wanted it all along. Even if your brain says no, your body is screaming for me." I paused before continuing. "On the flip side, I couldn't stop myself from what happened. When I look at you, smell you or even stand near you I can't control the need I have to have you. You are a knock-out, but it's more than that. There is a chemical and behavioral part also. I know you are a strong woman who is smart and is a leader and that makes me want you more, it makes me need to take you. When you surrender to me, it's the greatest feeling in the world." I looked over and saw that just talking about what we had done and how it affected me was exciting her a little, as now I could see her nipples poking through her halter. I licked my lips and felt the now familiar heat rising inside. She was quiet now, staring down at her feet and thinking. She was so immersed in her own thoughts that she didn't notice that I wasn't driving towards her house anymore. I had taken a road I know that would take us out into some nearby woods, to a place where I was sure we wouldn't be disturbed. We drove a couple minutes until the thickening trees started to darken the interior of the car, drawing Megan out of her reverie. She glanced out different windows with a bewildered look, before looking at me with widening eyes. "Where are you taking me? I want to go home Anthony. Take me home! Now!" her voice climbing towards panic with each statement. "Just a little detour Megan, you'll appreciate it... eventually," I said ominously. "Oh no, no you don't! All that stuff you said, that's all bullshit. I am not doing anything with you ever again. You better take me home right this minute or I am going to the police and tell them everything you've done." "Megan, you can just quit the false threats. In just a few minutes you will be begging for something much different than going home." I reached over and gave her thigh a squeeze and she quickly twisted away. "Keep your hands off of me you twisted freak!" she hissed. I turned onto an uneven dirt road leading deeper into the thick woods. She pulled her cell phone out, but before she could act or text I ripped it out of her hands. "I'd prefer it if it was just you and me sweetie." I said a bit condescendingly. "Anthony," her tone changing as she shifted tactics. "Why don't you just take me home, my parents aren't home or they would have given me a ride? You can just come in and we can see where things go from there?" I could tell she was just trying to get to where she had more options. At the moment, she had almost none. "Tell you what," I offered. "We'll go to where I'm taking us, we'll see how cooperative you can be and then I'll think about taking you home." She seemed to deflate and stare out her side window seemingly defeated. I drove for about 10 more minutes before finding the clearing I was looking for. We had come camping here when I was in the Boy Scouts and I knew that it was remote and deserted. There were no cars around or farther back on the road, so I was pretty sure we weren't going to be interrupted by any shocked troops of young boys. As soon as I pulled to a stop Megan actually surprised me by jerking her door open and running into the woods. I quickly jumped out of the car and followed. I was maybe 10 yards behind her and I knew she could hear me blasting through the brush like a bull. Unfortunately for her, the way wasn't so easy and she was constantly ducking under tree limbs and attempting to work her way around nastier bushes. I was quickly catching up to her and I saw her glance back over her shoulder a couple times, a fearful expression on her face. The looks only served to slow her down more and I was soon just a few paces behind. Then, after another look back to see where I was she stumbled on a large root and slid across the ground landing in a large patch of downed pine needles. I stood over her and looked down. She looked up at me, resting on her hip, pushing herself up on her arms. We were both breathing heavily. She didn't seem injured, which was fortunate and I felt a bit of relief. The whole chase had strangely aroused me even more. Watching her long legs pumping and splaying as she ran and dodged, the feel of closing in, it all served to work me up to where no amount of discussion was going to talk me down. I reached down grabbed her arm a touch too forcefully and pulled her up to me. I grabbed her face with my other hand, squeezing her cheeks so her lips puckered and then kissed her. She actually punched at my chest with her free hand, but I didn't let go and I didn't stop kissing her. I took the arm I was gripping and turned it around behind her back. Then I let go of her face, grabbed her other arm and moved that behind her back also. There was fire in her eyes and she stared defiantly at me, still breathing heavy from the chase. She couldn't hide the fact that her nipples were rock hard though, the position of her arms forcing her breasts tightly against the halter top and making them plainly visible. I leaned down and took a nipple into my mouth, halter and all. "You fucking bastard," she breathed huskily. I lightly squeezed the nipple with my teeth. I grabbed both wrists with one hand and brought the other to her front so I could cup her generous breast and push it up towards my mouth as I worked her with my tongue. I moved my lips up to her neck and started licking and kissing it. She turned her head as if to move away but it only served to open more neck to my mouth, which I think may have been her oblique way of encouraging it. We stood like this for a few minutes, me cupping and squeezing each breast in turn while working my way from one side of her slender neck to the other until I finally was working on her ears. Her breath stayed heavy, but switched from being from exertion to arousal. I stopped kissing her and pulled her shorts and underwear down with one swift pull. She kicked a bit, but too late to stop me. Then I let go of her arms and pulled her halter quickly overhead. She looked incredible standing there in the trees, completely naked, flushed and glowing with heat. I pushed her back down on the pine needles and pulled my own shirt off and started lowering my shorts. As I pulled them down I saw her staring at my chest and arms working, the muscles hard from my recent exertion. Then she stared at my cock as it emerged, fully erect. Once I was fully naked I kneeled down next to her. I pushed her onto her back and pulled her legs toward me and apart. Now that I could see her sex fully in the light, I could see how truly beautiful it was, lips engorged and beaded up with her sweet juices. She got up on one elbow and watched with anticipation as I lowered my mouth to her and started to explore her sex with mouth and tongue. I ran it up both side of her lips and flicked across her swollen clit. I then dragged my lips up and across each of her smooth warm thighs and I felt a tremor shake her. I returned to her pussy and started to lap up her delicious flavors, pushing my tongue into her hole. I felt my cock twitch when she placed her hand into the hair on the back of my head and pulled me into tighter against her and started to move her hips so her clit was rubbing against my nose as I licked her. The first sounds of her passion started as she mewled and whimpered at my attentions. I moved my mouth to where my nose had been and started really working her clit. Once she was to the point where she was openly moaning and actively grinding her hips against my face I stopped and moved up between her legs. When I leaned down to kiss her, she met me with her mouth open and ready. My tongue slipped right in and was eagerly met by hers. I pulled her arms above her head, one wrist in each of my hands. Then I pushed my cock into her. Her legs were spread as wide as she could get them as I slid home. I started to work her neck again and her moans were right in my ear. I couldn't wait any longer and started my long hard thrusts. She started to lick my ear in between her moans, grunts, and calling out my name. Now that we were out where it didn't matter, neither of us were shy about making noise. Suddenly I stopped with just the head of my cock parting her puffy, distended lips. She pushed her hips up, but I maneuvered with her, keeping the same depth. "Please," she whispered. "Please what?" I breathed into her ear. "Keep going... please keep going" "What do you want?" I said as I let go of her arms and raised myself up onto my elbows. She swallowed and whimpered and tried a quick thrust but I was quicker. "I want to know exactly." "I want you Anthony." she shyly admitted. "Still not good enough." "OK, ok... I want you to fuck me, please... please?" she pleaded. "With what?" I said lowering my voice. She flushed deeper. "Your... your... cock." she said quietly. "Ok, now say it all together like you mean it," I said and I gave her half an inch of encouragement. "Anthony, please fuck me with your cock, please, I need it bad!" she quickly burst out. I roughly shoved it back in and she yelped and started moving her hips again. I fucked her like this for a few more minutes and she was really getting going. We couldn't keep our mouths off each other, kissing, neck sucking, and licking. Between our mouths and her soaking pussy the sounds of wetness filled the woods. I reached under her and flipped us over. Once she was on top and situated, she realized she was in control and really started to work my cock. I reached around grabbed each of her ass cheeks as they rose and fell. Her own hands were digging a little painfully into my chest. I looked up at her, beautiful in her all-consuming lust, he pony tail forward and plastered to her chest, moving with her swaying heavy breasts. I reached a hand up and squeezed one, feeling it move in my hand as she ground against me. Megan was speeding her grinding up and I lifted up my hips so her knees were off the ground and only her feet were touching. This caused the head of my cock to actually start bouncing against her cervix on her down thrust and she immediately started coming. Her hips where a blur as she rubbed her pussy against me. I grabbed both her breasts roughly and started cumming myself. I started thrusting up at her and she actually started wailing, tossing her head back and forth. Once I spent myself I rested my ass back down on the needles. She laid onto my chest panting, both of us sticky with sweat. Eventually my cock softened and she slipped to my side. We laid there for some time. I picked out pine needles from her hair and brushed them off her skin as best I could. Not saying a word we got up got dressed and returned to the car. Before we got in, I pulled her to me and kissed her long and hard, she didn't resist. Not one bit. Throughout the next couple months I took her five more times. I wouldn't seek her out, but sometimes she would be hanging out with my sister and I would catch her watching me doing some manual labor or she would give some sign or subtle flirt that told me she was hungry and I would corner her somewhere. She of course would resist me at first, but then would end up calling my name and begging to be stretched by my huge cock. I don't think any of the boys she was dating were satisfying her anymore, if they ever were. I got the suspicion that my sister knew what was happening but I'm sure that Megan never told her and I definitely didn't. Alpha Chronicles Ch. 03 Alpha Chronicles Ch. 03 "Then I guess it's time to work on that sweet little pussy myself." Anthony pulled free of her mouth. "Oh no, no, I am a married woman, it is bad enough you just had your thing in my mouth, I can't let you inside me. That's too far. Please, just let me finish you. I promise, I'll make it good," Angela begged, reaching behind his hips and pulling him to her by his ass. "Sorry Mrs. Simmons," Anthony placed a scornful note of sarcasm on her married surname, "but I don't respect your husband or any vows he pressured you into. A hot woman like you has needs and even if you won't take the initiative to satisfy them, I'll do it for you. Your pussy and I are going to become very good friends, whether your conscience approves or not." He stepped off the bed walked over to the low dresser near her bed and swept off all the clothes stacked on top of it to the floor. Then he turned, gave Angela a leering look and walked over to her. She went limp as he reached down and picked her up, one arm under her knees and the other behind her shoulders. He carried her over and set her sitting on the dresser with her legs hanging off the edge. While he pinned her with his eyes he lowered himself down to one knee and spread her legs apart. He looked down at her soaking sex and licked his lips, leaned forward and ran his tongue from where her labia met at the bottom slowly up to where they met at the top. Her clit was the largest he had seen and he eagerly sucked it up between his lips and flicked his tongue against it. She jerked like he had shocked her with a Taser and her legs scizzored closed onto his head. "Oh Christ!" she exclaimed. "Damn... Oh... Jesus... Shit..." Anthony could feel her jerking and her legs were in constant motion, her soft warm thighs caressing his cheeks and ears. Her reactions made his cock spasm and throb, especially when she started rolling her hips, sliding her tasty pussy up and down against his face. He was really enjoying sucking and pulling on her clit and it was obvious that she was too. He moved one of his hands up and inserted a finger into her wetness. She was extremely tight, which confirmed his suspicions about her husband. He had heard that controlling pricks like him always seemed to have little dicks and Bill appeared to be no exception. Her vaginal muscles were clamping on his invading finger and she was continuously moaning. One hand grabbed him by the back of the head and held it still so she could gyrate against him. "Oh no, oh no, oh no, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum, no, no, no." Her hips kicked into high gear and fluid sprayed from her pussy all over his face as she started to scream out her orgasm. He gladly rode it out, pushing his tongue hard against her as her waves crashed over both of them. When she had mostly finished he stood up. He reached under her, picked her up by the ass and she automatically leaned forward and put her arms around the back of his head. She didn't realize at first what he intended because as he started to lower her onto his cock her eyes went from half-lidded post orgasm bliss to wide-eyed panic in an almost comical sudden change. Before she could say anything or try to escape him the head of his cock popped into her extremely well lubricated pussy. Even with the ample fluids it was a tight fit. Then she reacted. "Stop! Stop! Don't do this! Please, I haven't been with anyone other than my husband since we've been married." He lowered her another inch. "Ohhhhh!" Her arms pulled him tighter. "Not only am I not going to stop Angela, I am going to fuck you until we both cum and..." He turned away from the dresser, "I am going to do it right in your asshole husband's bed." He took the short few steps over and leaned over so she was laying on the bed. She attempted to push him off and he just laughed and started working his cock in and out of her quivering little quim. Every thrust he forced more of it in and she couldn't mouth protests anymore. She kept pushing at him with her fists, but she was grunting and moaning at each movement of his cock inside her. Once he was able to get his full length in, he held still, bottomed out deep inside her. He bet he was deeper inside her than anything had gone before. He stared into her eyes and could see no defiance there. She stopped pushing against him and he slowly pulled out until the thick head of his cock rested against her lips. She wrapped her legs and arms around him signaling her final surrender and he started the real fucking. If only her husband could see her now in her full glory, living up to her real potential. She was meeting his every thrust with ones of her own, moaning in delirious passion. He placed his mouth on hers and she eagerly sucked his tongue into her mouth, urgently entwining her tongue with it. Angela's bed was old and it squeaked and banged against the wall loudly as he built up speed and force. Even though she was extremely tight, she stretched to receive him and he smoothly pistoned his thick cock deep inside her. After her cock sucking and then his bringing her to orgasm with his mouth, he was worked up to a high pitch and wasn't going to last long. For her part, even though she had just come minutes before, he could tell she was climbing back up to her own fever pitch. She was swearing and yelling out his name like the most active porn star he had ever seen, but in this case he knew this was the genuine thing. To put his final stamp on the fucking he made a quick decision. He quickly pulled out, very close to erupting and roughly flipped her over. "Which pillow is your husbands?" he demanded. With a dazed and confused look she pointed. He grabbed it, laid it in front of her and pushed her face down into it. "When you cum again, I want you to scream my name into your husband's pillow. I want the spraying spittle and dripping drool from your orgasm to soak in right where he puts his head at night. " "That isn't right," she lifted her head and half-heartedly protested. "I can't... I can't do that, I, I just can't." He knelt behind her and pushed his way back inside. He balled her hair in his fist and pushed her down into the pillow and started to thrust. She immediately started to moan. He was close and it was clear Angela was also, so he quickly built up his speed and soon the rhythmic sounds of squeaking, banging, wet smacking, grunts and moans filled the room. It wasn't long before his cock expanded and exploded and he yelled loudly in an almost victory cry. The forceful orgasm pushed her over the edge and she started to yell along with him. He kept pounding through her orgasm as she called his name, swore, moaned and uttered unintelligible syllables into her husband's pillow. Anthony gave her ass one last resounding smack and pulled out of her. She slid forward limply onto the bed panting, refusing to look at him. "Awesome Mrs. Simmons, just awesome. I think I'll be partaking of that sweet pussy again real soon." He started getting dressed as she just laid there still panting. "Now, isn't there some other work you need me to do?" Alpha Chronicles Ch. 03 Her own body flushed with desire at the steamy recollections juxtaposed with his presence and she felt her sex start to lubricate in anticipation of attention. She wished she could control the responses her body was making because there was no way she was going to allow that anticipation to be relieved any time soon. "Hello Mrs. Simmons," Anthony said slightly mockingly, not enough for anyone else overhearing to take notice, but she heard it plainly. He stood on the other side of the screen door with the garment bag, but she hesitated to open it. "Hello Anthony, thank you for bringing the bag," she said politely and finally opened the door just enough to reach an arm through for the bag. Anthony opened the door the rest of the way, having to pull a little forcefully to overcome her resistance. "Angela? Is that the Gallo boy?" Bill yelled from the top of the stairs. "Yes, dear. He's just dropping off the garment bag." "Oh, good. Don't let him leave, I want to talk to him." Anthony looked her in the eye and smirked as he stepped into the foyer. He looked her up and down with a hungry look and she suddenly felt naked. Her sundress that seemed modest this morning seemed scandalous when he pawed it with his eyes. She looked away blushing heavily and annoyed at Bill for inviting him in. After a moment of tense silence she walked into the living room and she felt Anthony follow her inside. She sat down on the couch, nervously perching herself on the edge with legs folded primly. She was somewhat relieved that Anthony didn't sit on the couch with her, instead sitting on Bill's favorite recliner across from her. Her relief was short lived as he sat back and opened his legs enough that she could see up one side of his shorts and it was obvious he wasn't wearing underwear. She could see the thick shaft of his cock laying against his thigh and as she quietly gasped she saw it twitch and start to stiffen in reaction to her gaze. She looked up at him in alarm and shook her head no in a panic. Then she heard footsteps on the stairs and Anthony slowly closed his legs while staring at her defiantly. "Anthony, good to see you!" Bill started jovially. "You too Mr. Simmons," Anthony returned as he stood and took Bill's hand for a firm shake. "I just wanted to thank you for taking care of things here while I was away. Things are hellishly busy at work and I just don't have time these days for some of the chores around the house." "It was purely my pleasure Mr. Simmons," Anthony said as he gave a meaningful look at Angela. Bill noticed the look and his eyes narrowed for a second, but he seemed to change his mind and he continued. "In any case, I want to give you something for your trouble," he said as he pulled out his wallet and started to count off a couple twenties. "Oh no, I couldn't Mr. Simmons, that wouldn't be right. You guys are old family friends and I am happy to help out whenever and wherever I can." He winked at Angela as he finished speaking and she uncontrollably blushed. It didn't seem that Bill noticed that exchange, but she hoped her blush died down before he looked over. "Nonsense my boy, you'll need this money for college. You'll be leaving for school here soon I expect?" He forced the money into Anthony's hand. "In about six weeks I'll be leaving. I'm pretty excited about it." "Well, in the meantime, whenever you get a chance you can come over and do things for Angela and I'll pay you. It will help us out and give you some spending money to chase those co-eds" Bill said with his own wink while punching Anthony in the arm. Anthony smiled politely. "Bill, we don't want to take up Anthony's last days before school, I can manage really. There is no need for him to come around." The words tumbled from her mouth somewhat in a rush and Bill looked at her oddly. "Don't be ridiculous my dear, there are some things around here that you need a man to do." She saw Anthony grinning out of the corner of her eye as Bill said that loaded comment and she felt the blush deepen. "Angela get the boy a cold drink, I am going to run up and throw my suits in this bag. My boss will be here any minute." Bill ran up the stairs with the bag. Angela looked over at Anthony fearfully and then went to the kitchen to get his drink. She returned with a glass of lemonade and handed it to Anthony while standing as far from him as possible. She saw him slide his hand down the front of his shorts over his half-hard member as he spoke. "Thanks for everything Angela," he said in a low, deep voice. She took a step back and then moved over to the door as he drank. "If you are done with that, I'm quite busy so..." and she opened the door. At that moment Bill came down the stairs with his suitcase and garment bag. "Anthony, do me a favor and take these out on the porch while I say good bye to my lovely wife." "Sure thing Mr. Simmons," Anthony said in a helpful voice, grabbed the bags and took them outside. Bill turned to Angela and gave her a quick peck. "Make sure you use that boy's services while you can. I don't want a pile of work here to do when I get back. I will call you from the hotel." He gave her a short hug and went out the door with Angela close behind. Almost immediately, Bill's boss pulled up in a large dark sedan and honked his horn. Bill grabbed his bags and walked briskly to the car. The trunk popped, Bill threw his luggage in and turned to wave. While Angela waved to him she felt Anthony come over on her side and behind her, then she felt his large hand cup one of her buttocks and she jumped as if shocked. Bill faltered in his wave a second, narrowing his eyes again, but his Boss raced the car's engine and he quickly got in. Next to her, she could see Anthony waving to her husband with one hand, while his concealed hand squeezed and lifted her cheek. The brazen act paralyzed her as the car pulled away and out of sight. "Good bye Anthony," she said through gritted teeth as she pulled away from him and turned to storm back into the house. He didn't leave though, he followed her right into the house. Anthony sat down on the couch and relaxed while Angela stared at him helplessly from the center of the room. "You need to leave. You could have ruined my marriage with that little stunt on the porch... and whatever else you have on your mind, you better just forget about it." She attempted to be firm, but she knew the fact that she couldn't look into his eyes as she said it betrayed her weakness. "Don't you think it was pretty funny when your husband paid me for giving you the fucking of your life?" Anthony said laughingly. Angela just shook her head. "Anthony, what do I have to do to convince you to leave?" she pleaded. "I can think of few things." Anthony adjusted his crotch lewdly and opened his legs again and she couldn't help but look at his cock growing down from his shorts opening and actually peeking out. "He could come back at any moment," she whined. "What if he forgot something?" While she whimpered about the danger he stood up and methodically took off his clothes. She got quiet when she saw his naked physique again, everything that she remembered and ashamedly had fantasized about since he had taken her. "This really can't happen Anthony, I am begging you for your mother's sake." He walked over to her and she cowered backwards a step as he stood next to her. He followed and reached down and ran a hand up the back of her thigh, under her dress and onto her panty covered ass. His fully engorged cock pushed against her hip. She stifled a sob as his other hand reached up and turned her face towards him. She was surprised when he leaned down and tenderly kissed her on the lips, gently holding her chin. "Angela, I'm going to take you now," he said firmly as he locked eyes with her. "Right here, right now." She half-heartedly shook her head no. "It's too late for that girl. You can stop fighting the desire, just go with it and enjoy the ride." Angela couldn't help the pathetic whimpering as he guided her down to the carpet. They were soon both kneeling, him completely naked and she still in her sun dress. That didn't last long as Anthony slowly started to undress her, first pulling her sundress up and over her head. Then he removed her bra and underwear, kissing her skin as it was exposed. She knelt there unmoving as he placed his mouth over one of her large, now hard, nipples and worked it with his tongue. One of his hands snaked between her legs and she was embarrassed at how wet he found her. She didn't want to be so ready and willing for him to take her, to make her cheat on her husband. Her husband who had just left less than 15 minutes ago, totally oblivious to his wife being seduced by a man half her age, and to be honest, twice his length. She was immediately ashamed for the thought and racked with guilt, but it passed quickly as Anthony's thick fingers worked her sex and wet tongue roughly circled her breast. She spread her legs an inch and Anthony moaned. She had surrendered again and she knew he knew it. Alpha Chronicles Ch. 04 This story and the others like it in the series reflect a certain type of fantasy that is largely male oriented. I'm a male and I am writing what is titillating and sexual to me. The characters aren't meant to reflect reality, neither in the way they act or their attitudes towards each other. The subject matter does not reflect how I think real people act or how real people think. It may be that people do act and think this way, but I am neither condoning this behavior nor intentionally encouraging it. I'm simply telling stories about fictional people that I find stimulating. None of the characters are meant to reflect, or act as proxies for, actual people in reality. Finally, all the people in these stories are Adults (over the age of 18 years old), in case I forget to explicitly state that in the stories themselves. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy. * * * Anthony was surprised when his mother told him that work was on the phone. It was late and the store had closed an hour ago. He hoped that he wasn't being called in for his day off the next day, as he really didn't want to come in if someone had called off. On the other hand, he had to admit, he could use the money. When he reached the phone he was even more surprised when it was June, the head cashier on the line. "Hi tiger, real quick... I'm heading home right now, but something has happened here at work and you are definitely going to want to come over to my house tonight. Can you come over in about an hour? I know it is last minute, but you will not be disappointed if you can make it." June sounded excited and a little out of breath. "Sure, I don't have anything planned. What happened?" Anthony asked, his curiosity piqued. "Oh, I want it to be a surprise. I guarantee you will absolutely love it! I gotta lock up and get out of here, I'll see you soon." "Ok, see ya." Anthony replied, but the phone went dead before he could finish.. Anthony got dressed and made his way over to June's house. The whole drive he tried to guess what the surprise could be. The only thing he was sure of was that, knowing June, it would be incredible. When he arrived June met him at the door with a big devious grin and dressed only in a silky, short robe and sexy heels. Anthony felt a stirring in his loins, she looked good enough to eat, as always. "You're right on time, I just finished getting everything ready." "I'm intrigued, this sounds like it's going to be exciting." "Sweetie, you have no idea!" She gushed and let him walk past her into the living room. "Sit on the couch over there," she pointed to a specific spot on the couch. Anthony looked around the room and tried to pick up clues about the surprise, but nothing seemed out of place or different from the last time he had been over. Finally, after a final look around and a lingering glance at the way June's robe rode up in the back, revealing the underside of black lacy panties, he took his assigned seat. June strutted over to the recliner, looking very proud of herself and sat the edge of her own seat. Suddenly, changing her demeanor, June said a stern voice, "Come, now!" Anthony's eyes nearly bugged out of his head at what unfolded next. In from the kitchen glided Elise, the cashier from work. Her head was down and she had a forlorn look on her face. None of his wildest guesses had prepared him for this. The shock of seeing Elise in June's home was amplified by the way she was dressed. She was perched on very high heels and had on stockings and garters, but no panties. Anthony could plainly see her fully shaved bare sex. She had a lacy push up bra that only cupped the bottoms of her large breasts revealing her large, and very hard, nipples. Her long flowing hair was tied in simple pony tail and draped over one shoulder and then down over one breast. Anthony had to consciously take a breath when he realized he had stopped breathing when she had walked in. He could feel himself rapidly blooming from semi-hardness, after seeing June's now seemingly modest outfit, to well on its way to becoming fully erect at the sight of Elise's slutty appearance. "Turn slowly, I want Mister Gallo to see everything." June purred, a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin on her face. Elise turned slowly, as commanded. Anthony stared at her as she rotated, her calves were tight and defined from the heels, the black line on the back of the stockings following her contours sensuously. Her ass protruded in its nakedness, perfectly framed by the stocking tops and garter belt. He could see angry red hand prints on both cheeks and his cock jumped to full hardness so fast he had to adjust himself. Then, all too soon for his liking, Elise was facing them again. "Knees," June barked. Elise immediately lowered herself to her knees approximately in the center of the room. "Clasp your hands behind your back," June ordered. Elise complied and this pushed Elise's breasts further up and out. She still did not look up. June continued, "Spread your knees apart and don't rest your ass on your calves. This is your default position from now on, idiot. Whenever I say to assume the position, you will immediately return to this state, do you understand me?" "Yes ma'am," Elise whispered. "What?" June said low and venomous. "Yes ma'am!" Elise said loud and fast. June looked over at Anthony, her eyes sparkling and her pride evident. Anthony kept scanning Elise up and down. The woman who had incessantly teased him and was the bane of his working existence, was kneeling there on display totally powerless and subservient. Even though Elise had stopped teasing him after he had dominated Mary that first time in the break room, the damage had already been done. All the taunting and flaunting before that had built up a feeling of powerful lust and revenge inside him. Especially after he had come to the realization that she hadn't teased him for sexual reasons, but just for the power thrill of it. He had pretty much resigned himself that he would never fuck her without either going to jail or paying her for it and he be damned if he'd do either just to get laid. Especially with his new found confidence providing him with great sex whenever he needed. Then, this week, for whatever reason, she had started teasing him again, ratcheting up the sexual tension that he thought would never get resolved. But now... now here she was, practically served up on a silver platter. "Now, tell Mr. Gallo why you are here and... from now on, you will only address him as Sir or Mister Gallo," June explained to Elise. "I was bad, sir," Elise mumbled faintly. She was blushing heavily. "Bitch, you will be punished for that... louder!" June hissed. "Sir, I was a bad girl!" Elise said loudly and ended with an involuntary sob. That time it seemed loud enough to satisfy June as she didn't make her repeat it. Elise tearfully continued, "I stole and I lied and I've ruined everything." She could help letting one sob escape as she finished blurting her confession. "Don't be bothered by her crocodile tears Anthony, she isn't sorry for what she did," June advised Anthony. "I am though! I really am!" Elise cried. "Oh, you are just burying yourself deeper aren't you? First you speak without being spoken to and then you don't address me properly. Tsk, tsk. We'll be having a lot of fun at your expense tonight dumb-ass," June said menacingly. "I'm sorry ma'am," Elise managed to sniffle out. Anthony finally was able to tear his eyes from Elise and look to June. "I am totally lost here, how did... I mean... June?" He stumbled, obviously flummoxed. June giggled. "I know, right? It was a total surprise to me also, but once the ball got rolling I couldn't help myself. OK, here's how it started..." * * * June arrived at work just like any other day. It unfortunately started turning out to be more stressful than normal soon after she got settled in. One of her cashiers called off and she was shorthanded. To top it off, one of the cashiers who had shown up and was working was Elise, the bitch. June would have fired her long ago, but Elise never pushed anything quite far enough for June to be able to convince the store manager that she had to go. It definitely didn't help that Elise would bat her eyes, stick out her tits and flip her short skirt around whenever the manager was near. June really hated how she went around manipulating all the men in the store, customers and employees alike. Today, Elise was in rare form. Every time June asked her to do something she rolled her eyes and sighed heavily, then she would try to get one of the tongue wagging bag boys to do it for her, which they always did if they could. She had already pushed her first break by claiming she "forgot" to punch out first after coming back 10 minutes late. June was short on patience and was snapping at everyone, but especially Elise. One time she had turned around from Elise after having just scolded her, but had to suddenly turn back to make one more point and surprised Elise making a face at her back. That was the final straw. "Elise close down your line and come into the office as soon as you are done with those customers". June coldly called out to Elise. Then June went into the office to wait. After a few minutes, Elise walked in snapping her gum and exuding bad attitude. "You know Elise," June began. "You better start showing me some respect or you are going to be fired." "You aren't my mother and Mr. Anderson isn't going to fire me just because it's your time of the month and are too bitchy to work with. So get off my back, 'kay?" Elise finished giving June the most insincere smile she could. June could barely contain her rage. "Elise, I am warning you, flashing your ass can only protect you so far. You are very close to the edge." Elise rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time that day In reply. "Can I go now? I'm late for my break," Elise asked, sounding purposefully bored. "Yes, get out of here," June sighed deflating. When June came out of the office a little while later, she saw that their little meeting must have emboldened Elise as she was over in the produce department bothering Anthony. From what June could see, she had unbuttoned a button on her blouse revealing a red bra and her prodigious cleavage. She was licking her lips often as she spoke to Anthony and was intentionally "unintentionally" running her hands up and down a large cucumber. Anthony looked flustered and annoyed and June felt her disgust for Elise grow even more. June picked up the intercom. "Elise to your register," she announced over the store speakers. Elise looked over her shoulders at June, smirked and then turned back to Anthony running a finger up and down her cleavage. June could see that Anthony couldn't help but watch her hand slowly move against the flawless skin. Right when June was about to lose it and go scream at Elise, Elise turned and slowly sauntered back to her register swinging her ass for Anthony's benefit while giving June a defiant smirk. This was definitely not a good day, June thought to herself. * * * The next day, June was dreading her upcoming shift at work. She knew she was closing with Elise and she really was not in the mood for her antics, not that she ever was. She just closed her eyes and forced herself to relax as she got ready to go in. At least Anthony had worked earlier in the day and that was one less guy for Elise to taunt. Reluctantly she got in her car and drove to work. The shift was actually not as bad as she expected. For some reason Elise was not giving her any attitude. It wasn't like she was being friendly or anything, but the eye rolls, sighs and slowness were all gone. June was relieved and actually felt relatively stress free at work for a change. Then something happened that would change everything. Elise was on break and June had to get something out of the storage closet for the office. She checked with Mary, the other cashier, to make sure that she was ok being alone for a minute and went back to search the closet. She entered the small, dark room illuminated only by the security monitors flickering various scenes around the store. She fumbled around in the dimness until she found the switch and then turned on the light. She just happened to be facing the monitors when she noticed one of them displaying a car stopped by the back loading door. A somewhat familiar teenager was standing there suspiciously. After a moment the loading door opened and the boy looked both ways before giving the unseen person behind the door an all clear signal. To June's complete surprise, out came Elise with what looked like two cases of beer. She handed them to the boy, gave him a big smile and a peck on the cheek before quickly going back into the store. The boy placed the cases in his trunk and quickly drove away. June's mind started to race. "I've finally got her," she said aloud to herself. She found the VCR that had the tape corresponding to that camera and ejected it, replacing it with another. She didn't want to leave any chance that it was taped over or damaged. Elise could drop and give Anderson an earth shattering blow-job and it wouldn't get her out of this one. Underage drinking, stealing and who knows what else. Firing would be the least of Elise's worries at this point, she could get jail time! June clutched the damning tape to her chest smiling broadly. Things were gonna change, she could feel it. * * * The last few customers exited the store as June locked the in-door to prevent any late shoppers. The employees started leaving, but June was able to catch Elise on her way out. "Elise, I need to see you in the office please." June asked in a falsely pleasant voice. "I don't have a lot of time, I am going to a party right after work," Elise said impatiently as she looked at her watch. She had her store uniform unbuttoned and June could see that she had a slutty halter top on underneath that pushed up and squeezed together her large breasts. "It's pretty important, I'm afraid I have to insist," June said bordering on patronizingly. Elise didn't seem to notice, but it did precipitate the first eye-roll of the evening. "OK, I guess I can be a little late, but let's try and keep it short," Elise snapped as she stepped into the office, but June waited until the last employee left before she joined her. "Thanks for waiting Elise, I appreciate it." You don't even know how much I appreciate this she thought to herself. "Let's go back into the store room, I have something I need to show you." Elise looked at her quizzically, but followed through the door. June turned on the light and stood near the video equipment. "Do you know what these monitors are for?" June could see that for the first time Elise was starting to look a little nervous. "Umm, security cameras?" She tentatively replied. "Very good, yes they are the security cameras for the store." Now June was letting a little condescension creep into her voice and it was clear that Elise could feel that something bad was coming and she shifted her feet and glanced towards the door pensively. "You see, we record all the security cameras on these tapes in case we need to turn them over to the police in the event there is a break-in or robbery." Elise looked at the different views and her eyes widened when she saw the view of the back door. "Do you know where I am going with this Elise?" "Uhh... no, not at all. Can I go now?" June could hear the fear in her voice and knew that Elise knew exactly where this was going. "Maybe this will refresh your memory." June popped the tape into one of the VCR's, rewound it and pressed play. The tape started with showing the delivery door right as the accomplice's car pulled up and he got out. Soon after, the door opened and out walked Elise with the beer. June looked over at her and saw that she was white as a ghost and her hands were clasped nervously in front of her. June stopped the tape after Elise went back into the store and the car left. She ejected the tape. "Let's go back into the office Elise." June went back into the office pulled the desk chair out and sat down. A couple minutes later Elise came out of the store room shuffling her feet slowly to stand in front of June. Her eyes were red and it looked like she may have been crying. June let her stand there and squirm for a couple minutes enjoying her discomfort. "Well my dear you certainly have put yourself into a real pickle haven't you," June began. "I am SO sorry Miss Matthews, nothing like that will ever happen again," Elise said, face red with humiliation. She could barely look June in the eye. June laughed. "Oh my, truer words were never spoken Elise, that is for certain. You can't get out of this one. With this tape right here in my hand Mr. Alexander can't save you anymore. In fact, once I report this to the police in the morning you will probably be spending at least a few days in jail." That broke the dam and tears started to well up and roll down Elise's cheeks. "No please... please, you can't. I won't get into any good schools," Elise started to sob. "I'll be damaged goods, my life will be ruined." "You should have thought of that before you stole alcohol from the store. Not to mention, you may be eighteen, but the last time I checked the drinking age is twenty-one.. You should have thought of that before you were a mega-bitch to me for the last year and a half. Excuse me for having no sympathy for your perfect little world crumbling to dust. Myself, I am quite enjoying your predicament." "Please, I'll do anything, don't turn me in!" Elise dropped to her knees and clasped her hands in front of her begging. "I'm SO sorry, I was an idiot for stealing and I know that. I'm also SO sorry about disrespecting you, it wasn't right and I know that too." "Oh yeah, very convenient to be so sorry once you are busted. Had I not seen that tape, you'd go on being a bitch tomorrow and the next day and the next day after that," June sarcastically scolded her. "I wonder if I went through the tapes for other nights you worked late, how many other incidents I'd find?" Elise was crying loudly now her face on the floor. June was a bit surprised on how hard she was taking it, she expected a little more defiance than this break down. Elise was usually such a take-charge type that June expected her to be a little stronger. "Oh please June, I'll accept any punishment you want. I'll clean your house, your car, do your laundry, give you my paycheck, anything, anything you want!" She looked up at June, her make-up tear streaked and runny. June felt the months of shitty treatment suddenly crystalize inside her and she decided she would just see how far this little pain in the ass would go to hide her misdeeds. She felt a tinge of nervousness at what might happen next and slipped off one of her shoes. "Let me get this straight Elise, you are willing to bargain for your future?" "Oh yes, anything!" Elise's eyes brightened with a spark of hope. June stared at her coldly. "OK, let's see..." June hesitated. "Crawl over her and kiss my foot." Elise looked wide-eyed from June to her foot and back to June, first without understanding and then reality started to dawn on her. June could see her weighing her options in her mind. Elise averted her eyes, took a deep breath and to June's surprise, she slowly crawled over, leaned down and placed a light kiss on the top of her foot. June felt a twinge in her pussy at the contact. She had always gotten off on hearing about Anthony and her husband's dominance of women, but she never realized that she would enjoy doing the dominating directly herself. It made sense that since she was an Alpha herself that she should want and need to put the other females in their places.