0 comments/ 12376 views/ 1 favorites Angelica By: AlabasterThunder Angelica was divine, as a human she had been great, but as a vampire, she turned into the most sensuous creature I had ever encountered in my life. Always wanting to try new ventures, playful and careless to a certain degree, which scared me at times. I was mainly afraid of losing her to the first other woman who came along, yet she laughed my objections away. “Don’t be ridiculous Eanna,” she breathed into my neck as she ran her hands over my body. Still, somehow, I couldn’t believe she was interested in me, the gawky redhead vampire who remained eighteen for all eternity. Yet, she stayed with me, giving me joy by gladly offering her body to me, and loving mine in return. The turn had been easy; Angelica squirmed a little when I sank my teeth into her neck but soon she clenched onto me like a woman drowning in the sea. It had been difficult not to drain her entirely, for the taste of her blood only added fuel to my desire for her. I wanted to keep her with me, so I forced myself to stop, and left Angelica barely alive at my feet. Her frail heartbeat clearly audible to my sensitive ears, I kneeled next to her and sliced my breast open with my nails. “Come on, drink from me Angelica,” I murmured to her as I placed my breast on her red lips. Angelica shook her head at first, “Damn it Angelica, I want you to live,” I said in anger. Live might not have been the right word, I wanted her with me for all eternity, even if it meant she would stray on occasion. The blood dripped down my chest onto her lips and when she licked her lips I could tell she liked the taste of it. All of a sudden she sank her teeth into my breast and almost sucked me dry; I had to stop her although the feeling of her mouth on my chest was overwhelming and felt so good. Within hours she’d made her first kill, smooth and fast; the man didn’t see it coming and hardly felt any pain. As he emptied his bowels in his clothes she bled him dry, while I watched her from my window. God, it was so beautiful and so erotic even if she didn’t display any interest in him at all, but watching her take his life with such grace and swiftness, it turned me on. After she came back we made love for hours, it was more passionate and tender than with any man I’d known in my three hundred years on this earth. For days we hardly left the room until one day she murmured in my ear, “Let’s go out tonight Eanna, I need fresh blood,” she said, as I awoke to the dark of night. Kissing my face she ran her tongue down to my breasts while I held her in my arms. Her tongue circled my nipple and I moaned softly, her love made me shy but at the same time it made me come to life. Angelica’s hands slid down my stomach and found my wetness, boldly inserting two fingers while she continued to suckle my breast. My hands found her short black hair and I pulled her closer to my body as I arched my back, and closed my eyes for a second. The desire raged through my veins when she slipped down further, her wild and spiky hair teasingly touched my abdomen as she licked the insides of my thighs. I wanted to beg her to taste me, to run her tongue over my pussy, yet, I couldn’t speak at all; all these feelings I had suppressed for so long made me tongue-tied. Suddenly I realized I loved Angelica more than I had loved anyone in my entire existence and I didn’t care who knew. As I opened my mouth to tell her how much I cared for her, she looked up at me and whispered, “Don’t Eanna.” It felt like she had read my mind and knew everything I was feeling. Angelica jumped to her feet saying, “Let’s go out.” “You’re a tease,” I muttered angrily, still hungry for her to make love to me, yet, she turned and smiled one of those incredible smiles at me. “I told you I needed fresh blood,” she said, as she got dressed. Breathlessly I watched her, my body ached for her touch and I just wished I could make her finish what she started. But I never got into being the dominant one in any kind of relationship, and Angelica gladly fulfilled that role in this one. When we got to the club she recklessly hit on other women; apparently she did not care whether they knew she was a vampire at all. From the shadows I observed her make her move on a sexy brunette, when I suddenly noticed a man not too far from me from the corner of my eyes. His gaze fixed on Angelica and the woman, just like mine, and an idea formed in my mind. Angelica valiantly kissed the brunette, sliding her hands down to the other woman’s buttocks and pressing her body against her own in a similar way she had done to mine only an hour ago. Every now and again her eyes searched the club for me, almost as if she wanted to make sure I was watching her, building up an appetite with another, yet coming home with me. I watched them go off to the restroom together, and instinctively knew what Angelica was up to; once she’d get the woman into the stall, she would sink her teeth into her neck and bleed her dry, just like she had done to the man in the alley. Her thirst for blood would soon pose a problem, for you can only leave so many bodies before the authorities get alarmed. For now it was okay, yet, I felt the need to relocate soon. Waiting for her to come back seemed to take forever, but the man who had stared at Angelica and the other woman before distracted me. All of a sudden he appeared behind me and touched my shoulder. “I noticed you watching her too, who is she?” he asked. I glanced up to meet his eyes, before I answered evasively, I don’t know why, but I did not want him to know about Angelica and myself. “She’s been here before,” he said. “And every time she leaves we find a woman dead on the bathroom floor, or close to death.” His voice trailed off as he shifted his stare to the restroom door; I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard and wished my ears were deceiving me. Angelica had been here before, alone, leaving women for dead in the bathroom. Fighting the urge to snap his neck like a matchstick, I excused myself and walked into the bathroom. “Angelica?” my voice was no more than a thread of sound, a gentle ripple in the ocean of quietude. Soft moans emerged from one of the stalls and I drew close to it, knocking softly on the door I repeated myself, “Angelica? Someone here’s been keeping an eye on you, saying you leave a trail of dead bodies behind. He just told me.” The door swung open and I saw Angelica stand over the brunette’s body, she was barely alive but still breathing. Honestly I couldn’t care whether this woman lived or died, but I did feel the need to conceal Angelica’s involvement and my own for that matter. If I hadn’t turned Angelica none of this would’ve happened. “You’re too gluttonous,” I complained to her. Angelica shrugged, she obviously didn’t care about anything; I had created the most reckless and dangerous of vampires around and I could only think of one person who could help. Quintus, the vampire who had turned me, my mentor and the only man I had ever trusted. Unfortunately for me, I had no idea where to start looking for him; Quintus left for New Orleans a few months ago, and I decided to stay here in Toronto. “We need to go on a little trip, Angelica,” I mumbled under my breath, still staring at the brunette on the white tiles of the restroom floor. “Where to?” she demanded to know. “New Orleans,” I answered hesitantly. Her response was a giggle, “New Orleans? Isn’t that the setting of a lot of vampire novels?” If the situation hadn’t been this severe, I would have giggled too, because this was the reason why I had told Quintus I wouldn’t go with him. New Orleans vampires, too corny for words really, and I couldn’t believe Quintus would really go through with the move. I half-expected him back any day now, but somehow I was afraid it would be too late. Angelica giggled still, and I started to wonder about her sanity. Yes, she was extremely sensual, but she was also more dangerous than anyone I knew. I couldn’t let her know how I felt, so I drew closer to her and took her in my arms kissing her gently. “We don’t have to go if you don’t want to,” I said, in an attempt to reassure her. It was hard to believe I had thought of having a threesome with the man earlier, now all I could think about was how to get rid of Angelica. She had become a liability, and I longed for Quintus’ guidance once more; he would certainly know what to do with her. “Lets get out of here,” I said firmly, not really sure how to get out without the man noticing us. The brunette on the floor moaned and her eyes fluttered open. “What happened,” she asked upon awaking from her daze. Angelica turned to me for advice, so I responded to the woman on the floor. “You fainted, when I got here you were out cold. We’ve been trying to revive you ever since.” The brunette rubbed her neck, where Angelica had bitten her, and tried to rise to her feet. However the severe blood loss was taking its toll, and she almost collapsed on the floor again; I grabbed her arm and pulled her up. Propping the brunette up between the two of us, we left the bar - casually explaining to the bouncer the woman had been drinking too much and was in dire need of some fresh air. Three blocks away we dumped her on a park bench and left her alone in the night. As soon as I unlocked my door, I felt Angelica behind me; her nipples protruding and brushing against my back through her shirt. She kissed my neck and let her hands roam freely over my body, filling me with mixed emotions. My body eagerly responding to her touch, my heart telling me how much I wanted her and my brain saying she was too dangerous. “Thank you Eanna,” she whispered, her lips touched my ear as she did, and she teasingly pinched my nipple. Moaning under her touch, I turned around to kiss her; fully aware she had previously been able to read my mind I did my utmost to shield my thoughts from her this time. Our tongues touched as Angelica’s fingers unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my breasts to her. As she licked her way down to my nipples, my mind was working overtime, how could I leave her, how could I shield Toronto from her? I honestly didn’t know, and my body still replied willingly to her lips. “Relax, baby,” Angelica said, unbuckling my jeans and sliding them down to the floor. “You know you want me,” she added. Oh yes, I wanted her, but at the same time I also wanted to get rid of her, yet, all my doubts left my thoughts when she started to lick my clit and slid her hands down to my ass. Burying her face in my wetness as I groaned with desire and making sure I felt her tongue dart around in my pussy. Her tongue, relentless and insisting, flicking my clit, and her fingernails inserted into the white flesh of my buttocks. My own hands slid across my body and found her black hair, and thought no one could ever make me feel like this again. My body spasmed, a scream surfaced in my throat as my thighs clenched onto her face, locking Angelica in the position until my orgasm was finished. Grinding my groin against her pretty face, I screamed out loud, my knees buckled and I pushed her face deeper into my pussy until I couldn’t take it anymore and orgasmed again. Dropping to the floor, I took her into my arms, hugging her close. Nuzzling her neck and nibbling on her ear, I whispered, “Now it’s my turn to please you.” When I looked up at her I noticed her eyes were dangerously sparkling with desire, the look I’d seen earlier in the club, just before she took the brunette into the restroom with her. “I thought you’d never…” her voice trailed off. Quickly rising to my feet, I pulled her up with me, kissing her lips and tasting myself on them. Entangled in an embrace, we walked to the room adjacent to the bedroom; its massive skylight illuminated the room with the silver glow of the full moon. Angelica appeared to be enthralled with this space the last time we were here, and allowed me to tie her up to one of the supporting pillars. The same thing I wanted to do right now, as I locked the handcuffs around her wrists I smiled at her before I blindfolded her and started to unbutton her shirt with my cold fingers. The palms of my hands brushed over her bared and ample breasts and she moaned and writhed with pleasure at my touch as I continued to undress her. Her black blouse was the only thing she still wore when I finished undressing her, hanging loosely over her shoulders and exposing her beautiful body to me. Taking her face in my hands I kissed her lush, red lips before I slowly allowed my lips to explore her cleavage, her breasts and her abdomen. Her legs wrapped around my waist, she groaned and urged me to continue. I ran my hands over her back, scratching her skin with my nails, and licked and bit my way down her abdomen, gradually sliding my tongue over her bare skin in a teasing motion. Knowing this would drive her insane with desire for me, I brushed my lips against her thighs until she begged me to take her. As I stared up at the skylight I noticed dawn was about to set in, and I buried my tongue in her wet pussy, sucking on her clit until she squirmed at the first ray of sunlight striking down at her body. I moved away from her as she started to yell and curse me out in a high pitched voice, and when I locked the door behind me her screams of agony got more profound and I literally fell into Quintus’ arms. Three days later I finally worked up enough courage to unlock the door, Angelica’s burnt body was propped up against the pillar, and I learned the police had been trying to locate her for questioning, she was the lead suspect in several murders. As I fell asleep in Quintus’ comforting arms I realized Angelica was the biggest mistake I’d made in my life. Angelica Ken remembered the day he met her- it had been a long, hard day, and his clients had proven particularly annoying, even more so than usual. Mrs. Clements, for instance, was something Ken liked to refer to as "first rate bitch." Her voice had a habit of piercing his skull and echoing like the aggravated caw of a crow, and she had been particularly shrill that day. Nothing would ever be enough for her- the rich cunt- no matter how generous her ex-husband might be. Briefcase in hand, his mind on a few cold beers, Ken walked into the kitchen and saw his wife, Helen, seated at the table with a stunning blonde girl. At the time, she- the girl- was only sixteen, but even then, Ken was struck by her beauty: the sun gleaming through her golden curls; her fair, unblemished skin; her cold blue eyes. Behind her eyes was something else that attracted him, something not easily put into words, something he mistook for intelligence and maturity. "We have a new babysitter," Helen explained, noticing Ken in the doorway. Her smile demonstrated just how impressed Helen was by the girl. It spread from ear-to-ear. Ken knew that smile well if only for its rarity. Helen must have been very pleased with her find. "Angelica," the girl said and held out her hand. That was her name. "Angel, for short." Two and a half years later, it had become something of a routine for Ken to come home and fuck Angelica, Angel, for short. Today, however, he meant to end it. The girl had become attached. Maybe this was partially Ken's fault, but what was the girl thinking? As if this 'relationship' could go anywhere. Helen worked P.R. for the mayor. Angelica was fresh out of high school. Put two-and-two together: if he pissed Helen off, she would smear him all across town. Ken could kiss his career goodbye. He'd be known as a horny, cheating, thirty-something pedophile. The fact that Angelica was over eighteen wouldn't make a difference. She had just finished high school. That would be close enough to the line for most people in town. Yes, but Ken had told the girl that he loved her. This was mostly just to keep a good thing going. How many men wouldn't do the same when faced with a temptation like Angelica? Maybe this made him a scumbag, but he was a lawyer. He had heard that scumbag thing before. Ken gathered himself at the front door. The metal of the door latch in his hand felt hot. It had baked in the late spring sun all day, and Ken didn't wait long before he pulled it down and entered the cool interior of his home. Sunlight streamed through the windows and cast square patterns of yellow onto the carpet. The overhead fan whirred and circled above him. The sun from the skylights filtered through the fan's blades, creating a flickering strobe-light effect. Inside, Angel waited for him. She wore a short, red-and-black-checkered skirt with a matching tie over a crisp, white blouse. The blouse was unbuttoned to expose a generous portion of the girl's swelling bosom. Her long legs were tanned and muscular. She had played tennis on the high school team before graduation. Angel's rich blonde hair was pulled back into ponytails, and her pouting lips were red with lipstick. "Welcome home, honey," she purred. Ken felt beads of sweat peppering his forehead, and he knew it was not all due to the May heat. Despite his best intentions to suppress it, Ken felt a swelling at his groin. "Uh... hi," he croaked. Everything he had planned to say was suddenly lost to him. *** She guided him upstairs, her hand on the bulge of his pants. Ken wanted to open his mouth to stop her; tell her it was all over, explain that this must not happen. But he didn't. Watching from a haze- dizzy and lightheaded-, Ken felt a certain sense of detachment as Angelica went to her knees before him. Spears of bright, orange light criss-crossed through the half-closed blinds, and he was struck by the blue clarity of her eyes, the perfect smoothness of her ivory skin. The cool air of the fan above rustled his hair, and heat emanated from his body, balancing each other like yin-and-yang; but the warmth was slowly and steadily winning out. The girl unlatched his leather belt, unbuttoned the crotch of his trousers, and slid out Ken's engorged cock with expert ease. She exhibited none of Helen's hesitant inhibitions. Her slender fingers wrapped around his fleshy girth and began stroking him. Shivers scurried up Ken's spine, and Angelica must have already known the answer when she asked with a sultry whisper, "Is this what you've wanted all day?" Ken gave a low moan from the back of his throat. Accepting this answer, Angelica slipped her lips over the hood of his erect cock. Her mouth was warm and wet. Ken sighed. He watched- again feeling detached, voyeuristic, as if this wasn't happening to him but to some other person, memorizing the details, half wondering if this was the very last time- as her red lips moved up and down the length of his shaft; his cock twitched as he watched her pigtails bob and her tongue lap at the swell of his balls. Ken tired of waiting. Foreplay was not his forte. He took Angelica by the shoulders and tossed her on the bed. Her pigtails bounced. Her breasts heaved under the tight fabric of her uniform. Savagely, Ken threw up the girl's skirt, gripped her panties at the waist and ripped them off her legs. "Yes, yes, take me," she beckoned. Positioning himself over her, Ken guided his throbbing cock with his right hand and groped at the girl's breasts with his left. Then, gritting his teeth and uttering a barbaric grunt, he impaled her with an arcing thrust. So much for ending it. The world quickened on its axis. Time became fluid. Ken became lost in the pumping and gnashing and sweating and the flexing of her abdomen and the heavy sighing of the young, perky flesh under him. Just before he came, she pulled free of him, and he fell backwards on the flowery bed spread. She moved on top of him, riding him slow, leaning back, his hands on her hips and his eyes greedily suckling the sight of her. The skirt of her uniform brushed against his thighs. The orbs of her breasts went up and down and up and down, her nipples: pink, protruding pleasures. She faked her orgasm admirably. Angelica would have made a perfect porn starlet. She had just the right mixture of innocent looks and deviant sleaziness. As she pretended to cum, she nibbled her bottom lip, gyrated, and squealed. Ken assumed he'd given her another satisfactory ride. He pushed her off and then gripped her skirt as he bent her over the bed, watching her ass ripple as he proceeded to pump and plow and spank. Her head flung back, her pigtails swaying and swinging like braided whips. Then his cock- throbbing and jerking in electric, liquid spasms- flung jets of white, hot cum across the curve of her back, and Ken felt the world tilt, twirl, and stop. *** Afterward, Ken felt as though he could think straight again. The girl was a drug; she made it hard to concentrate beyond the fix. Consequences were ironically of no consequence when she was alone in the room with him. You felt high when you were on her, and then you came crashing down to reality when she was done with you. While with her, nothing mattered except the feel of her, the taste of her, and the scent of her. He looked up at the ceiling. Everything seemed hyper-real. Underneath the cool sheets, Ken felt sweat drying over his naked body. His penis felt both sticky and crusty. A hanging chain from the ceiling fan twirled slowly. Ken felt drained but aware, and now the consequences of what he had done- yet again- began stacking up on his chest like stones. It was only a matter of time before they crushed him. "Angel," he said in a breathless voice. She turned towards him in the bed. Light blue sheets bundled her torso. They were in the guest bedroom. Ken wasn't yet dumb enough to chance having blonde hairs or unexplainable stains found in the master bedroom by Helen. Angelica propped her head up on her hand and gave him a questioning look, her eyebrows arched. Her messy hair framed the gentle contours of her face. "You know this can't go on, don't you?" Ken said. There. He had put it out in the open, into concrete words. Already, he felt a few of the stones lift from his chest. Angelica's face was expressionless. She stared at him, perhaps waiting for an explanation. Ken squirmed under her gaze despite the fact that he had almost twenty years on her. "You're.... you're a beautiful girl. But I'm married. With kids," he said. His mouth felt dry. He leaned over to the nightstand and grabbed a glass of water. The ice had melted within it, and beads of condensation gleamed. The water tasted cool, and Ken was thankful for the break. He thumped the glass to the stand and blew a sigh. He turned back to the girl. She hadn't moved. He felt like withering under the girl's cold blue eyes. "You have your whole life, and my life is, well, it's already here. This is it. I can't start over. I just can't. It's not fair to either of us to keep this going," he said. Mentally, Ken thought he had articulated the point quite well. He just wished he could have said all this before Angelica and he had... "But you love me," Angelica said. Her expression didn't change. She spoke the words as cold, hard fact. Her unreadable eyes bore holes through Ken's patronizing monologue. The chain from the ceiling fan rattled and bumped against the shade. Ken's mouth already felt dry, and when he turned to the glass, he realized that he had drained it the first time. Angelica's hand crept over his bicep, gripped, and turned him gently to face her. "You love me," she repeated. Ken looked into her eyes, and he didn't know what was there: not intelligence, or maturity, or even menace. Faced with his own words (more importantly, his own lies), Ken felt backed into a corner. The two of them had been equals moments before in bed; now Ken drew his trump card, age and experience, and wrapped them over him like a fortified defense. He set his features into a stern expression. "I love Helen," he said. The words hung between them like a challenge. The baby started crying in the other room. It was the first time Ken had even thought about him since coming home. With this realization, guilt seeped in, thick and heavy. Ken glanced at the alarm clock next to his empty glass and said, "Jenny will be home from school soon. I have to go back to the office and pick some stuff up. We'll talk about this later." *** The sun sank, and shadows lengthened. Hours passed. In the garage, Helen twisted the ignition off, pulled out the key, and the BMW sighed itself to sleep. She took a moment to appraise herself in the rearview mirror. Light-blue half moons draped the bottoms of her eyes. She groaned. Her job was slowly but surely taking its toll. Helen wished she had more time at home, more time for Jenny and the baby, but she loved her job, and she would go nuts if she was cooped up in the house all day. Plus, her job more than covered daycare. Though now that Angel was out for summer, they wouldn't even have to worry about that expense. While Angel was paid handsomely, she was nowhere near as expensive as daycare. Angel- what a godsend that girl had turned out to be. Helen tilted her face back and forth, her eyes scanning the reflection in the mirror. She yearned for the youthfulness of years past, years in which Angelica was in the midst, not yet in her twenties. Helen felt a twinge of jealousy but held it in check. Angel was a good girl, and even she would have to eventually face the pain of growing old in a society that didn't take professional women seriously. A society that was also uninterested in females above the age of twenty-four. At that thought, Helen felt a churning in her guts. When was the last time that Ken had looked at her with a sense of urgency, with real lust? She might write it off to the distractions of his job, but Ken was a man. Men had needs. She wondered if there was another woman. Her frown creased the reflection in the mirror, running uncomplimentary lines across her face. She pushed the thought aside. Now was not the time. She had enough on her plate with the mayor's fundraiser tomorrow evening. Thinking of which, she prayed to God that Angel would be available. Helen pushed open the car door, climbed out, thrust it shut behind her, mashed the button to automatically lock the BMW, and made her way up to the side door: things she did without thinking. She did so many things without thinking. Her entire life seemed to be on automatic. Why this should suddenly strike her now, she wasn't sure. Maybe the pressures from work made her yearn for times when life had been simpler. The side door led to the kitchen, and when Helen pushed it open, she was met with the sight of Jenny bent over a coloring book on the table. Angelica sat at her side, offering artistic input. "Purple trees, what a lovely decision," Angelica said and patted encouragement on Jenny's head. In agreement, Jenny replied, "I like purple." Helen felt a regretful tug at her heart, but she knew that these were the sacrifices that she had made and made willingly. "Purple is the color of Hank the Skunk, after all," Helen said, invoking the name of Jenny's favorite cartoon character the way a pastor might invoke the name of Jesus Christ upon his congregation. It always seemed to do the trick. "MOMMY!" Jenny cried. She leapt from her seat and darted into her mother's arms. Crayons scattered in her wake. Angelica remained at the table, her elbows resting on the wood, her head propped up in her hands. A small, amused smile curled her lips. No matter how great Angelica is, Helen thought, I will always be Jenny's mother. "Hey, Jennybean, have a good day?" she said. "Yeah!" came the enthusiastic answer. "We made rainbows!" Jenny continued an excited and somewhat unintelligible discourse on rainbows while Helen hung up her jacket. She cast a grin towards Angelica as a means of hello since she didn't want to interrupt Jenny's happy ramblings. After being gone all day, the least she could do was listen to her daughter's stories. "Jen," Angelica finally said, "isn't it time for Hank the Skunk to come on?" An exaggerated look of sheer surprise flashed on Jenny's face, and without answering, she raced through the kitchen at full force and disappeared down the hall. The sounds of the television being switched on, channels flipping and then settling on the boisterous voice of a cartoon skunk came from the living room. "She doesn't wear you out, huh?" Helen said. She grabbed a bottled water from the refrigerator before plopping down into the seat next to Angelica. Helen twisted off the plastic top and took a long swig. Angelica cocked her head before saying, "She's a great kid." A moment of silence hung in the kitchen while Helen took another swallow of water. She liked Angelica but could never really figure out how to talk to her. Helen wrote it off to age difference. Angelica probably didn't feel comfortable talking to adults, especially her employers, but after all this time, it bothered Helen that Angelica didn't ever open up to her. "Hey, do you think you could watch her tomorrow evening? I mean, if you don't have a date or anything. I know it's last minute, but..." "Sure thing," Angelica said with a curt nod. A wave of relief swept across Helen. What would she do without this girl? "Great," Helen said. "You're a real savior, you know that?" "I do," Angelica replied, and she uttered the strangest little giggle. *** The moon hangs high. The night outside is quiet. In the dim candlelight of her bedroom, she writes: Dear World, When you have read all of this, you will understand. You know what I've been through, the things he's said to me, what he's done to me, and what I've done to him. We did things that only people in love do. Our love still fills me and thrills me and chills me, but he says it must end. It cannot end. Love is eternal. Lies are deceitful. Lies cannot win out over love. I will not allow them. What I must do, I do for love, for truth. I am an Angel of Truth. I like that. It has a certain ring to it, doesn't it? It just seems right. The Angel of Truth, the Angel of Love: Angelica. When girls love, they will think of me, and they will remember the things I do. Clichés come to mind. For instance: if I can't have him, no one will. These are the things I COULD write, but you must understand, this is not my motivation. If you understand nothing else, understand that. I am not jealous. I do this with an utterly rational mind. But perhaps, with an aching heart. The pen hesitates: did she write enough? Too much? Then finally, it kisses the paper with a final flourish: xoxoxo's, ~Angel She draws a heart beside the signature. She closes the journal. The cover is pink and from it, cartoon cupids grin, frozen in time. *** The sun rose; the sun set. Ken dreaded the moment Angelica would walk through the door. He did not want to have to face her again, not after the way he had left her yesterday. With the words: "We'll talk about this later." He did not want "now" to become "later." In fact, he hoped to indefinitely put off "later" forever. From his arms, Sam, the baby, cooed. Jenny played some ridiculous dancing video game in the next room. Helen was upstairs. This was his family, and things were comfortable the way they were. Ken did not want to rock the boat the way his babysitter hoped he would. Frankly, it would be too much work, and the few exchanges of bodily fluids with a hot, young girl were just not worth giving his family up. "Hey, honey," Angelica said, as though she had risen from his thoughts. Ken swiveled towards her, and he gnashed his teeth. She stood, leaning against the doorway, the perfect pose for a poster with the headline: "Jailbait." One hand played with the neck of her t-shirt. Ken's brow furrowed in anger. Sam squirmed in his arms as if sensing his father's emotion. Ken felt like threatening, like yelling, like putting the baby down and thrusting his fist into this high school slut's face. Instead, wary of his daughter jumping and skipping in the next room, he managed to keep his voice down. "What if Helen came down and heard you say that?" Ken said. He wanted to sound calm, collected, and composed, but he could hear the quiver in his words. Angelica must have heard it, too, because her lips drew up in an impish smile. This, of course, only enraged Ken all the more. "Yeah, then maybe you'd have to kiss all this goodbye," she said. She waved her arms around her, motioning around the room. Her eyes narrowed; her smile faltered. "I would never ask you to do that," Angel said. Ken stared at her, but as always, her eyes betrayed nothing. They remained cold and blue and emotionless. Ken remembered watching her play in a tennis tournament, seemingly unfazed by everything, ice running through her veins. He had admired her then, watching from the stands, knowing that he had known parts of her than every boy in her grade (and most of their fathers) wished he could know. Now, faced with the very same indifference, Ken felt a chill touch his heart. "I shouldn't have to," she added. Ken opened his mouth to respond, but before he could manage, he heard the thumping of tiny feet approaching from the next room. He closed his mouth and looked down at Sam. The baby's eyes were wide, his expression confused, and he burbled nonsense. "Angel!" Jenny said. She raced through the kitchen and wrapped her arms around the babysitter's torso. She dug her face into Angelica's side the way she used to rub her face against her beloved stuffed animal, Scrappers, and something about the two of them together made Ken feel uncomfortable. Angelica hugged his daughter and grinned down at her. Angelica "There's my girl," she said. *** "Mirror, mirror, on the wall," Helen said as she gazed at her reflection. A long red dress clung to her curves. Shiny, high heels at her feet matched the color. Helen lovingly referred to them as her "Dorothy" shoes. She had to admit that she looked hot. Damn hot. She tilted her head, checked her hair. It looked great. She looked great. "I'm the fairest of them all," she decided with a wink at her reflection. Her reflection winked back simultaneously, Helen's sexy doppelganger. She saw no sign of the circles under her eyes this evening; they were carefully hidden away with any other unwelcome baggage. Tonight, Helen thought. There was no possible way a red-blooded male could turn her down, and she wanted to remind Ken why he had married her. They would go to the fundraiser, have a few drinks, mingle a bit, have a few more drinks, come home, dismiss Angel, maybe have a night cap, and make slow, passionate love until they fell asleep. When she smiled, the years fell away from Helen's face. *** After her parents left, Jenny passed some time playing DDR, but she got bored. What she really wanted was for Angelica to come and play. All the games were more fun when other people played, especially when Jenny beat them. She hit the pause button and made her way into the kitchen. Since Angel had got there, she hadn't left her spot at the kitchen table. She was just sitting there. Doing NOTHING. It made Jenny confused and frustrated. Why wasn't Angel talking to her or playing with her or even watching her? Jenny scooted out a chair and climbed up into it. "What's wrong, Angel?" she said. Angel gave her a half smile. It didn't fool Jenny. "Nothing, Jen. Just been thinking," Angel answered. "Thinking?" Jenny had found if she repeated words in a questioning way, it encouraged adults to explain themselves. Adults had a way of liking their own words so much, if they heard them repeated, they would ramble on about them. This was a new discovery for Jenny, something she'd picked up at school, but it seemed to work. Even now, Angel was licking her lips to continue. "We finished off the school year with William Shakespeare. Ever hear about him?" Angel said. Her eyes moved towards Jenny, but Jenny didn't think Angel was looking at her. At the wall or something. Very weird. Jenny always thought that Angel had pretty eyes, but right now, they were kind of creepy. "Nope." "Well, he wrote this play called Richard the Third. And Richard, he wanted to be king, so he killed every one that stood in his way." "He was a bad guy," Jenny opined. Angel didn't say anything. For a moment, the only sound was that of the clock on the wall, ticking away the seconds, flicking them away with a long, skeletal finger. In truth, the conversation bored Jenny. She had no idea what Angel was talking about. She planned on suggesting a DDR competition, but she didn't want to ruin it by rushing. Jenny had also recently figured out that when you didn't demand things of adults- if you asked for it sweetly and softly and made it seem like there was a choice- they were more likely do what you wanted. Angel postponed her plans by speaking. "Let's play a game, Jen." "Okay!" "If someone wanted your daddy to love them the most, who would she have to kill? Just like Richard had to kill people to be king, who would someone have to kill to be your daddy's king? Or queen." Jenny frowned and said, "I don't like that game." "Come on, sweety. Who does your daddy love the most?" Jenny didn't hesitate when she blurted, "Me 'n Sam!" Angel nodded. "Then who?" "Mommy." "Then who?" Jenny shrugged. "Ummmmm... you?" Angelica smiled, and her lips spread out, revealing two sets of perfect, straight teeth. Jenny remembered when she had braces. She had called Angel, "Choo-choo mouth." Angel said, "I've got a new game. I read another play by William Shakespeare. Let me tell you about Titus Andronicus." *** "Wanna get out of here?" These were the words that Helen had been waiting for, and when Ken leaned in and whispered them, it was music to her ears. Helen flashed her eyes at him, downed her drink, and nodded. "Let's go," Helen said with a grin. Ken had been snatching lusty glances at her (particularly the cleavage swelling the front of her tight, red dress) all night. Helen knew exactly what was on his mind, and she welcomed the thought. *** Things might have turned out differently if they hadn't stopped to fool around. As it was Ken felt her hand on his thigh, then on his zipper, and as his penis slithered out of his pants with Helen's assistance, her mouth encased him, and the car eventually made its way down the side of a lonely dirt road to a slow stop. It had been some time since Helen had used her mouth on him. Ken closed his eyes, leaned back, and relished the feel. Her red lips moved up and down; her tongue lathered him with thick saliva; her hands freed him completely from the restraint of his trousers and caressed his tightening balls. As good as it felt, he couldn't help comparing it to Angelica's blow jobs. *** Angelica whistled while she worked. Her face was flecked with bits of blood and gristle. Her smeared hands appeared to be crimson gloves, only the material of these gloves dripped and splattered on the kitchen counter. She glanced at the clock. Time continued to tick away, but she thought she had enough. Once she had the pies in the oven, she could focus on the clean-up. That would be the longest, hardest part. Angelica paused, the whistling ending in mid-song, and under her breath, she quoted, "Whereof their mother daintily hath fed, Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred." The giggle that followed did not sound entirely sane. *** Helen and Ken moved to the backseat where there was a bit more room to maneuver. Helen's dress simultaneously pulled high and low, up her thighs and below her breasts respectfully, she ground over Ken's erection, her body moving in slow gyrations. Her panties had been discarded somewhere up front, and she'd probably have trouble finding them later. Ken groaned, the sound somewhat muffled as his mouth was full of her left breast. She licked her lips and gripped him by the shoulders. She leaned back and began to buck into him, their bodies rippling with impact. Her dress was now nothing but a taut strip of red fabric around her stomach. Her head flung back; her hair swirled around her face. "Mmmm! MMM! MMMMMM!" Her lips went tight; the sounds of her satisfaction became sensual murmurs. Helen's entire body trembled, and at the apex of her climax, Ken's thoughts inexplicably went to Angelica. He had fucked a high school GIRL for months when he had this WOMAN, this complex, sexy, beautiful WOMAN sleeping in the same bed as him the entire time. And yet, he'd neglected this woman in favor of a personality-deprived, manufactured, blonde robot. How many times had he told Angelica that he loved her? How many times had he betrayed his wife and his children's unreserved and undeserved trust in him? Behind his eyes, Ken watched a mental montage of the many times that he had emptied his seed into and onto Angel. Spraying her stomach, the curves of her ass, her mouth, her face, her tits...his DNA, a part of his essence, released to do nothing more than dry and crust on a slut's skin. When Helen cried out, her breasts heaving, her pussy squeezing him joyously at the root of his cock, Ken's thoughts were lost in a geyser of erupting cum. *** The first thing Ken noticed was the smell: a sweet, meaty scent not unlike meatloaf and fresh bread. He hung his coat and dropped the keys on the kitchen counter. Helen shuffled in behind him and sniffed. "What's that smell?" The answer sat in the middle of the kitchen table: a pie. A wispy curl of steam snaked up from its center. Ken felt an odd twinge in his stomach. Something about the smell was off, was decidedly wrong. A note seemed to have been wedged under the pie tin. Ken pulled it out, held it. The note in his hand, Ken felt his heart in his chest and heard his pulse in his ears; the only other sound coming from the house seemed to be the rhythmic ticking of the oven clock. He checked over his shoulder. The kitchen was empty; Helen had gone to check on the kids. The kids... Ken glanced at the pie and then the note in his hand. He could hear Helen's footsteps thumping above his head, upstairs, checking on the children. Ken unfolded the note. It read: Soon, there will be no one left. When it's safe, come and get me. Helen's footsteps started down the stairs. With a sense of dread, Ken folded the note and tucked it into his shirt pocket. "I can't find the kids," Helen said, breathless. "Do you think Angel took them out? For ice cream or..." Ken shrugged. His voice sounded flat. The note burned like a hot coal over his heart. "I don't know. It's late," he said. Helen crinkled her nose. She was concerned but not panicked. It was too early to panic, Ken thought. But it would hit soon when Angel did not return with the kids in tow. "That smell," Helen said. "That's not just the pie. Smells like burnt-something." She opened the oven door and looked inside. That was when the screaming started. It did not stop for a long time. ~the end~ Angelica & Drew Meet This is my first submission. Would love any and all feedback. ***** Angelica was a gorgeous full figured woman. She had smooth and soft skin that was the color of caramel, auburn colored shorty and kinky coils, big brown bedroom eyes, and pouty kissable lips. This was all put together to match her curvy and voluptuous body. She had a nice, round, firm yet supple ass that often garnered a second look. Ample hips and thick thighs balanced out her small wait and bodacious breast. She was truly a force to be reckoned with, you see she possessed beauty and brains. The last few years had been quite hard on Angelica. She'd been single, and just couldn't allow herself to engage in casual sex, although her sex drive was high and led to very frequent masturbation. Tonight was such a night in which the level of loneliness was high only to be eclipsed by the level of horniness she was experiencing. And so her ritual began. Angelica chose some of her favorite lingerie. It was a black, mostly sheer boy shorts that cupped her ass and tucked between her sweet pussy lips. She wore a sheer matching tank top that barely contained her 44DDD. She couldn't help herself, as she put the sex clothing on, her hands wandered. She pulled the nipples on her breasts and felt her pussy begin to get wet. Her hands roamed to caress the roundness of her own ass. She quivered slightly as she thought about how much more fulfilling this would be if she had a man in her life. She avoided touching her wet pussy lips, because she knew that she'd never get on to the completion her ritual if she touched her self there now. Once she was dressed Angelica found an erotic story to fuel her fantasy. Angelique lit some honeysuckle scented candles, put on some sexy music and padded the middle of her bed with towels. She crawled to the middle of the bed laid on her back and began to caress herself, starting with her thighs and rubbing her way up and over her hips. She began to read her erotic story as her hands moved up to her breast. She began to caress and pull on her nipples which caused her to moan as a wet spot began to form in the middle of her boy shorts. Her nipples were her favorite erogenous zone. She swore they were directly wired to her clit, and when a man sucked and nibbled on them just right, she could have small orgasms. Angelica had a pussy that was extra wet and juicy. As she continued to read, the wetter she became. She slowly moved her hand down and cupped her pussy, she felt the juices seeping through her panties. As her imagination took over, she began to rub her clit thorough her panties with one hand and pull her nipples with the other. As she began to make circular motions over her clit, she put her nipple in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it and suckled it. As a small orgasm came over her, her nipple popped from her mouth and her huge titty shook back into place. She slowly eased her hand inside her panties and pushed two fingers inside of her. They were instantly drenched in her juices. Angelica took her fingers out and coated her nipples with the sweet and tangy juice. She arched her hips and pulled off her boy shorts. As she placed her round and ample ass back on the towels, she took each nipple into her mouth to suck the juices from each hard nipple, one at a time. Her hips began to undulate and her pussy yearned to be touched. She stuck two fingers back into her pussy and used her thumb to rub her clit. She moaned as ripples of pleasure ran through her body. The juices began to thicken and flow onto the towel. She added a third finger inside her pussy and squeezed her nipples. She could feel the orgasm building and her toes began to tingle. Her back arched from the intense pleasure and she felt her orgasm take over her body. Her juices squirted out of her pussy drenching the towels. As she continued to squirt, and ride her fingers her legs trembled and she screamed out in pleasure as the waves of her orgasm came over her. Finally her body slowly began to relax and reality began to sink in. She was alone with a wet ass on top of wet towels. Her body began to cool off and she slowly rolled off of the wet towels. She was amazed at how much pleasure she could bring her own body, yet be lonely and alone when she was done. She got out of bed, put the towels in the hamper, wiped and dried her pussy and wet ass, and then got into bed and dozed off into a peaceful slumber. Meanwhile, on the other side of town was Drew. He was a very tall man with closely cropped hair and skin the color of coffee with the perfect amount of cream. Not too light, not too dark. His eyes were hazel and he was muscular like a cross country runner and very much a romantic gentleman. Drew was single as well, and had been waiting to meet the right woman. He'd sowed his wild oats and was ready to settle down. He focused on his career in the meantime. He often had difficulty getting rid of women he no longer desired because he was genuinely a nice guy. The fact that he had a thick, 9 inch dick didn't help matters. Drew stayed up late into the night working, until he was so tired that he could ignore his horny state and the twitching of his cock. He climbed into bed and fell asleep and had dreams about the woman he'd one day marry. As the sun rose and the rays began to filter through his bedroom window, Drew's eyes slowly opened and he became painfully aware of the massive morning hard on he had. He went to the bathroom and tried to piss the hard on away. No such luck. His big thick dick was still as hard as a rock. He'd learned from experience that if he didn't take care of the problem now, his cock would be throbbing and twitching all day long. So, he grabbed some lotion, got into the shower and used the lotion to slowly coat the thick shaft and juicy head of his cock. He slowly stroked his dick up and down. He moaned and began to quicken the pace of his hand slipping up and down his big, thick, stick as the water ran over him. His mind wasn't on seduction or pleasure, but just on getting a nut so that his dick would fit comfortably in his pants. He stroked faster and faster until thick ropes of cum spewed from the end of his cock. He sighed, finished his shower and dressed in a charcoal grey suit with ice blue accessories and dark grey crocodile skin shoes for his job as a well known bank manager. On the other side of town, Angelica was getting dressed. She dressed carefully because today was an important day. She was going to the bank to inquire about getting a loan for her own business. She was a massage therapist and was interested in opening her own full scale specialty spa. She donned a deep burgundy pants suit that accentuated her curves, carefully applied her make up, and made sure that each kinky coil was in place. She slipped on a pair of black, snake skin stilettos onto her feet. They were classy, yet made her ass stand at attention. 10 am Wednesday Morning Angelica walked gracefully into the local bank for her appointment with the loan officer. She held her matching black snake skin attaché case in her hand , as it held her business plan and all of the specs and details of her proposal. The loan officer was running a bit behind, so Angelica sat and people watched. As she turned her head to the right she caught sight of the most gorgeous man she believed she'd ever laid eyes own. She couldn't believe it, but he seemed to be approaching her. Drew, couldn't believe his eyes. Sitting in the waiting area was the most gorgeous, classy looking, voluptuous woman he'd seen in a very long time. He couldn't take his eyes off her her. He had a weakness for full figured curvy women. He couldn't help himself, he had to find out why she was visiting his branch. He confidently approached Angelica and introduced himself. Angelica attempted to maintain her professionalism, but couldn't help but blush. She explained to Drew what she was waiting on. He decided to allow the loan officer to handle the deal. He quickly came to the conclusion that he'd never be objective when it came to the curvaceously gorgeous woman before his eyes. He did give her his card and asked her to call him if she needed any further assistance, and even if she didn't. The loan officer then came out to assist Angelica. She thanked Drew for his time and followed the loan officer into her office. Angelica presented her business plan, and was surprisingly quickly approved for the business loan. Angelica was so excited that she was beside herself. She wanted to celebrate and for some reason, the handsome branch manager seemed like a good person to celebrate with. She decided if he was still around, she'd take a chance and ask him to celebrate with her. In the meantime, Drew wanted to wait for Angelica to finish her meeting. Unfortunately, his secretary summoned him for an urgent phone call. He reluctantly went to answer the call and hoped he wouldn't miss Angelica's departure. Angelica's Trick Angelica wondered if she’d gone too far as she came out of the piercing parlor. After all, her husband Warren had only asked her to whore around with his friends, not turn her body into a pin cushion by getting her nipples, and vaginal lip pierced. But then she figured if she was going to act like a slut that she might as well look like one too. Her hairdresser had helped a great deal by turning her into a honey blond, instead of the mousy blond she had been born as. And too, the trip to the mall hadn’t been a total loss for her either, allowing Angelica to spend some of Warren’s hide-a-way stash on a few new outfits as well as pay for the gold rings decorating her flesh now. The numb feeling in her nipples, and crotch was already wearing off, and starting to tingle. But she knew that too would wear off like it had when she’d had her belly button flap pierced back in college. Of course it had been a woman who’d done the piercing then. Angelica could only wonder how Warren would take it when she told him that a guy had done it this time. But then if she did tell Warren he’d want to hear that she paid for the piercing with sex instead of his money, and that would never do. Better to keep the money, and say nothing, that way she could buy a few more things. Maybe some really slutty stuff over at Victoria’s Secret, or that black leather vest that went with the new mini skirt she’d purchased, or maybe not. In any event she’d squirrel the money away and think about it. It was still early, and the day was beautiful outside if a bit blustery when she reached her old Valiant, and threw everything in the back seat. The various wolf whistles, and open-mouthed stares she’d gotten in the mall told her that she still had it where it counted. Now she only had to see if she was bold enough to do it with her husband cheering her on. When the car didn’t start after the third try, she knew the battery was dead again, and ended up calling triple A yet again. It had been Warren’s idea for Angelica to have sex with other men in the first place. And after four years, and no children to show for their marriage Angelica had to agree that maybe Warren’s vasectomy before they’d met hadn’t been such a good idea after all. And too, though they were both great in bed together, a little of the oomph had been lost of late, and if they loved each other there really wasn’t any reason not to open their marriage up to include other sex partners. If it didn’t bother Warren that she got knocked up by another man, then why should it bother her. In essence, Angelica was getting the best of the bargain as Warren wasn’t looking for another woman to have sex with, he just wanted to watch his woman having sex with other men. The hard part had been done already with the guy at the piercing parlor. Angelica had found out on her own that she could have sex with someone other than her husband without feeling guilty afterwards. It had been an experiment suggested by Warren that she; “Go fuck some strange dick, baby. You have my permission. You’ll see, you won’t feel guilty at all because you know I love you even if you come home with a pussy full of some stranger’s cum. You don’t even have to tell me about it this first time. Okay?” Warren always had been a crude SOB when it came to sex, but she loved him for it nonetheless. Her father still thought of her as his untouchable princess. If he only knew, she thought. He’d have a heart attack. And she giggled to herself as she pulled out of the parking spot, and headed for home. ************ “Brian,” Warren said into his office phone, “I’m telling ya, she’s just about ready to give in. Yeah, that’s right, tonight’s the night. Tell Charlie, and Ringo, I’ll call Darrel, and we’ll play some poker to see how things go. If nothing else we’ll get a little buzz on, and have a few laughs, make or lose a little money. If we’re lucky, one, some, or all of you guys will get a little fine looking pussy tonight. Oh, and remember, any one who gets lucky pays me a hundred bucks each for the privilege. Got it? Good.” Warren hung up the phone just as Stacy sauntered in swinging her hips, and bouncing with more than her fair share of personality above them. Always impeccably dressed even if somewhat sexy as she never wore pants to the office, Stacy Ketchum was the kind of woman who liked to think she was the one in control at all times. Even when innocently flirting with her boss. “Here’s the paper work on the Ross account, Warren. Can I get you some coffee, or anything else before I leave?” “I’d tell you what you could get for me, Stacy, if I wasn’t afraid of having a sexual harassment suit tattooed to my ass.” And he waved her off dismissively as he directed his attention down at the Ross file she’d put in front of him on his desk. “But I wouldn’t tattoo it to your ass, Warren,” and he glanced up in time to see her saucy rear do the metronome boogey as she walked out of his office closing the door gently on her way out. “Now that’s one redhead that I’d really like to know intimately,” his voice loud enough that she surely heard it from the other side of the door, before Warren returned to the real work at hand. Less than fifteen minutes later Warren closed the file, and put it in his out bin. His thoughts returning immediately to his plans for Angelica, and her formal opening of their wedding vows at the mock poker game. It had taken him six months to build up the courage to even suggest that Angelica get a little taste of strange cock, then another three months before she believed he was serious, and not trying to bag some other woman, or women on the side for himself. Hell, at first she’d even accused him of having an affair with Stacy, or some woman like her. And that he was just trying to get her to fuck someone so that he wouldn’t feel so guilty about his own adultery. When that temper tantrum didn’t work on him she fought back with their wedding vows to forsake all others. But when he made love to her, he found her wet, and panting after each argument. So he began to role-play and act as if he were another man fucking her in front of her husband whenever he made love to Angelica. And yes, he really loved her, and wanted to see her getting screwed by other men. He couldn’t explain it, even to himself, but just the thought of seeing another man’s hands, lips, tongues, and yes even their cocks making Angelica swoon into orgasmic bliss, made his prick throb with a vicarious thrill like nothing ever had before. Jealousy never even entered his mind during these thoughts, and Warren was certain that it wouldn’t when, not if, it actually happened. “And tonight’s the night,” he announced to his vacant office as he gathered up his things before heading home. “I just know it.” ************ Angelica had just finished putting the finger sandwiches, chips, and onion dip out on the kitchen table just as Warren came in through the garage. His call from his cell phone on the way home about the poker party had hardly been unexpected. It was his way of putting the ball in her court so to speak. “Wow! Look at you! You look good enough to eat!” “Go ahead,” and Angelica lifted her left leg up placing her high heeled foot on the chair next to her giving Warren a great view of her recently shaved quim under her new leather mini skirt. Bald save for an exclamation mark of trimmed pubic hair above her clit. His eyes going wide when he caught sight of the gold ring in her left pussy lip. “I see you’ve been spending my hard earned rainy day stash,” and he reached out to flip the dime sized gold ring, and the labia that held it. Then getting down on his knees between her legs he began kissing her inner thighs as he inhaled her musky scent. “Oh yeah,” Angelica moaned drawing out each word like a distant howl from a coyote. “Yeah, you better taste it now. You’ll want to compare how it tastes after your buddies use me, right?” “Mmmhmmm,” and he dipped his tongue into her as deep as it would go collecting a salty tangy nocturnal essence that was surely her excitement over the upcoming poker festivities. “You know, you were right, I didn’t feel guilty afterwards. So tell me, how’s it feel to lick the scum of another man out of your wife’s pussy?” Warren continued licking for another minute before standing up, and in a full body embrace kissing Angelica the same as he had the day they’d gotten married. “You’d taste divine soaked in pee darling, and I mean that.” “You really are kinky,” She giggled as she straightened her skirt, “do you think your friends will like the new me?” And she did a pirouette. The thin white blouse showed through enough to let him know she wore that sexy white lace bra he liked so much, but with the skirt back in place, unless she bent over, no one would know that Angelica wasn’t wearing any panties under it. Her elegant long legs enhanced by her new high heels. Warren also took in the new color of her hair as it was now, up in a bun behind her head. Along with her make up, and pedicure it gave her that prim, and distinguished look without being prudish. Slutty was a state of mind, and actions, not how one dressed. And Angelica could always be counted on to be as slutty as a guttersnipe in bed. “I think my friends will love the new you.” “Then let’s hope the feeling is mutual,” she sighed. “I’m not all that certain that I care to have your friends telling everybody they know that I’m nothing but a whore.” “I’ve already sworn each of them to secrecy, hon, on penalty of the Bobbit Clause.” “The Bobbit Clause?” ”Yeah. If I hear they’ve discussed this with anyone outside of tonight’s circle I’ll tell all of their wives, and find some new friends to share you with.” “And you’re still okay with this? No green eyed purple toothed monster biting you on the ass yet?” “More like he’s fondling my jewels,” Warren laughed. Then to reassure her he kissed her on the cheek so as not to mess up her makeup. Then gave her a playful pat on her leather-covered rump as he hurried to the shower. By the time he returned downstairs the doorbell rang, and he let Darrel in. A handsome African American Darrel’s success in advertising was becoming as legendary as his All American Football stint at UCLA. But the reason Warren had wanted him in on this was because he kept himself in great physical shape, and too, because Angelica had always admired his muscled black body, and wide toothy grin. No sooner had Warren closed the front door, than the doorbell rang again, and it was Brian, Charlie, and Ringo altogether. Brian had been his best friend since birth, and had an uncanny resemblance to Warren Beatty when he starred in Bonnie, and Clyde that had drawn women to him like fly paper all through college. Angelica had even slept with him before they’d met in college. No neck Charlie and Johnny scrawny Ringo had been frat brothers, and drinking buddies ever since college, and looked like mix matched rugby book ends with their bent noses, shaved heads, and goatees. Both were cunt hounds even after getting married, but they were discrete about it. ************ Angelica heard Warren’s friends arrivals from the bedroom, and her fingers began to tremble, and clench. A shiver ran through her as she realized that the time to put up, or shut up had arrived, and she still wasn’t convinced that Warren wouldn’t suddenly start growing hair out of his ass once her back hit the mattresses with his friends. Good girls, and happily married ever after ladies just didn’t suddenly turn tricks without a good reason, or out of desperation. And Angelica didn’t have either for her conscience to fall back on. She’d fooled herself into doing the guy at the piercing parlor as an experiment in logic, mind over pussy, and retort to rebuttal. It had been exciting in an out of body like experience, but the truth be told, though she hadn’t felt guilty afterwards, she had felt she needed a shower to wash away the dirt abusing her soul. And she just couldn’t see herself being gang banged by Warren’s friends while he sat calmly by in a chair just jacking off, or cheering her on. Acting like a slut in her marriage bed with her husband was one thing, being a whore for his friends was something else entirely, even if it was by, and large mostly for Warren’s vicarious sexual thrills. “They’re all here,” Warren said entering their bedroom. “Are you ready?” “I’m still not sure about this, Warren.” “You’ve just got the last minute jitters... stage fright is all baby.” “Yeah, but will you still respect me in the morning? I’ll be nothing more than a whore if I do this, Warren!” And she stood like a bullet, standing ridged, and staring him down. “I love you, baby,” and he took her in his arms, and kissed her gently, “you know that.” “You didn’t answer my question, Warren.” “It wouldn’t matter to me if you worked in a Cat House, or were the CEO of IBM Angelica,” his lips and hands scampering over her body as he spoke. “You’d still be my wife, and I’d still be your husband. Respect, and love go hand in hand as far as I’m concerned. This is no different to me than when we bought you a vibrating dildo to add some spice to our sex. These dildos just have warm blood, and bodies attached. Just consider my friends’ marital aids is all. Watching them fuck you will just make me want to make love to you all the more passionately.” His words wove insidiously through her mind as his fingers, lips, and tongue stirred a reawakening in her body. A moisture gathering between her legs as she melted into her husbands will yet once again. But she still needed the answer to one last question. “But what will we do, Warren if... if... it turns out that I like whoring around?” What he said next was the most unexpected answer Angelica would have come up with. “I hope you do. They’re each paying me a hundred bucks for the privilege of having sex with you, and we could use the extra cash to buy you a new car.” “You want me to become a paid hooker?” “No, I want you to whore around, and enjoy doing it. It doesn’t mean we have to give the goodies away for free in the process though. Consider it an incentive bonus.” “You really are very crude,” but her girlish giggle took the brunt off of the insult. “Just give me a moment to collect myself then, and I’ll join the rest of you down stairs. I guess since you’ve already been paid, I better put out, eh.” “That’s the spirit,” and he patted her ass gently before turning and leaving. A last look in the full-length mirror behind the door to enter the bedroom, and Angelica could have sworn she saw the whore in the mirror wink at her. “For better or worse,” she sighed, then headed for the dinning room, and the poke her game that sounded like it was already in progress from all of the laughter. Brian saw her first as she stopped in the kitchen to grab a Coke. His raised eye brows told her instantly that he hoped she was ready for a renewal of their past sexual adventures thanks to Warren’s new open mindedness. Angelica refused to make eye contact, wanting to leave her options open still. Ambling into the dinning room where Warren was dealing out cards to his friends who had plastic chips of various colors stacked in front of them, she took the stool at the breakfast bar behind Warren to watch. Over the next hour Angelica only got up to serve refreshments to the men, or for herself. And during that time she realized one thing, and that was that Darrel was either a very good poker player, or very lucky today. Also, he was the only one there not stripping her with his eyes every time he looked her way, the only one making eye contact in fact. “Darrel, you have the damnedest luck of anyone I’ve ever seen,” Brian threw his cards back into the pot with disgust. “You just have to know when to hold’em, and when to walk away, Brian. And you never did.” Angelica’s giggling then got everyone’s attention immediately. “He’s that way with women too,” she explained after catching her breath. Which had all of the men, except for Brian, laughing right along with her. Then taking a deep breath, she rose to stand, and announced: “Gentleman, I’ve made a decision. The winner of tonight’s poker game, and only the winner, will join me in my bedroom tonight. Thank you all for coming, and good-night.” Then she turned, and made her way upstairs to the stunned silence of Warren and his friends. Once up in her bedroom, Angelica changed into a sheer white nylon Teddy with matching thong bikini panties that tied at the sides leaving the lacy white bra on al well before she laid back waiting on the bed. She could feel her secretions already wetting the gossamer strip next to her vagina, and wondered at her own excitement, and brazen behavior before leaving the poker game to come up stairs. She could have just as easily left without saying anything, and kept her honor in tact. But she hadn’t. She just wondered now if Warren, and the others would see through her subterfuge, and take revenge out on... The knock at the door startled her out of her thoughts. “Come in... Darrel.” And once the handsome black man was inside down to his black silk boxers. “Please lock the door behind you.” And she patted the mattress beside her in invitation as he did. His smile like a bright lighthouse beacon lit up the room for Angelica causing her to open her arms wide in greeting. They were well into their kiss when she heard scratching at the door, and knew it was Warren asking to be let in so that he could watch. “Go away dear,” she cried out, “I’m about to get the fucking of my life, and we don’t need an audience, let alone a cheering section!” Both of Darrel’s hands were squeezing her buttocks by the time she heard Warren’s grumbling fade away. Darrel’s thick black lips like pillows seemed to envelope her whole face as they kissed. Tongues dueling, hands seeking, caressing, teasing, white against black, his hard muscled body against her soft pliant flesh was like an escape into checkerboard ecstasy. A thrill like static electricity slammed through Angelica when her right hand eased into Darrel’s boxer shorts, and took hold of his hard throbbing erection for the first time. It was bigger than one hand, or even two of hers could possibly contain, and if not the biggest she’d ever had, it certainly would be the blackest. And she was content for the moment to just hold it, and caress it as Darrel’s hands fondled her breasts through her bra, and untied her damp panties, and his lips nuzzled her neck. Before Angelica realized it, both her bra, and panties were strewn on the floor, and her nitey was bunched up around her armpits with Darrel’s lips, and tongue doing the Lambada on her erect pierced nipples as he insinuated two fingers into her weeping trench below. She felt the tension building within her quickly as they lay on their sides like a hunger, or unquenchable thirst that no mere Diet Pepsi could ever satisfy. And she held on tight to Darrel’s manhood just so that she wouldn’t float off into the great void, or maybe just so that he wouldn’t be able to run away, she wasn’t sure which. But she did know where she wanted to put it. “Do it!” Angelica whispered rolling onto her back again, and pulling Darrel in between her legs urgently. “I can’t wait, I need this now!” And she made her meaning known by dragging his cock up and down the length of her wet slit. “Please Darrel, put it in me... now! Before Warren finds the key to get in. I want the first thing he sees, when he does get in, is your big black cock stretching out his white wife’s pussy burned into his brain forever.” And without saying a word, Darrel pushed his hips down, and with Angelica’s hands guiding him speared right into her tight slice. Thankfully her body was in overdrive, and her slick creamy silken passage accommodated his girth stretching out around it like a rubber band of vibrant secret need, and desire. Her long drawn out hissing breath like a balloon sighing as it deflates gave note to how she really felt about his invading ebony wand in her volcanic cauldron. For the second time in less than 24 hours she had another man’s cock, other than her husband’s, defiling in her pussy. Angelica's Trick “Yes!” Angelica hissed again as her arms and legs enveloped Darrel crossing over behind his back to hold him deep inside of her. Darrel held off from pulling back out, to give Angelica’s body time to adjust to him, as they both heard a key turning in the lock of the bedroom door. The sudden sharp intake of breath told them that Angelica had gotten what she had wanted most from their first union. And neither of them bothered to look in Warren’s direction as he made himself comfortable in the chair near the foot of the bed. Darrel simply started the age old in, and out pumping of his cock with Angelica’s clenching vagina. Angelica’s long drawn out; “Oh,” was like sizzling bacon to Warren’s ears. His mind already a muddied whirlwind of confusion at finally entering the room to catch his wife’s white pussy being stretched out by what looked like an entire black tree trunk. He hadn’t expected the flashing heat of jealousy that had instantly overwhelmed him at first sighting his wife on her back full of Nigger dick, but it had been just as quickly doused by an equally overwhelming passion to see this through to the obvious conclusion. The sight of Darrel’s black prick then pulling out, before easing back into Angelica’s white flesh over, and over again had Warren’s own cock begging to be let out of his trousers for some attention of its own. In his whole life Warren had never been as turned on as he was now watching a black man fucking his Angelica. And in moments his own clothing was puddled on the floor at his feet as he carefully jacked off to the scandalous interracial exhibition-taking place on his marriage bed. “Oh yeah, baby! Your cock feels so good stretching out my pussy! How does it look to you, Warren? Isn’t this what you wanted to see? Your wife whoring around with your friends? Fucking some strange black cock right in front of you?” Warren’s whispered; “Yes,” came out more as a sigh than anything else as his senses were assaulted with the sights, sounds, and smell of raw sex in his bedroom. “Mmmhmm! Oh baby, he’s making me cum already! Ngh! Uhn! Shit! Shit! SHIT! CUMING! Cuming baby!” Darrel’s pumping action picked up the pace then, and no sooner was Angelica wrenched through one orgasm than Warren saw another overwhelming her in rapid succession. And like dominoes toppling in a never-ending cascade every nerve in her body sizzled, and snapped in multiple complexity shorting out like an electric turbine gone mad. Her body writhing, and undulating under Darrel’s as she shook, and met every thrust of his black cock with equal enthusiasm was a hellish nightmare of Warren’s own perverted passions come to life. And he found himself falling in love with Angelica all over again for it. For close to an hour Darrel’s cock pounded Angelica’s pussy through an uncountable amount of multiple orgasms in front of Warren as he whacked off in his chair. And then suddenly Darrel’s black ass became a trip hammer as he neared his own climax. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Cum for me Darrel! Cum in my fertile pussy, baby! I want it bad! And so does Warren. He wants to lick it all up afterwards, don’t you hon?” Warren’s gurgled response was almost more acknowledgement than was required, but it was enough for Darrel never the less. And when Warren caught sight of his friend’s seed oozing out around their adulterous connection, his own cock shot off spritzing his chest, neck, and chin in the volcanic explosion. Warren’s brain went blank then as he at last realized what he had just agreed to. But he continued to wait in silence, his dick still hard in hand as Darrel, and his wife eased down from their sexual high together. Darrel’s seed obviously saturating his wife’s womb, and even perhaps knocking her up with a black baby to boot. “Whew!” Angelica blew out as they untangled, and Darrel’s cock slid out of her to lay dormant against his left thigh like a slab of meat covered in their co-mingled slime. “Was it good for you, Warren? It sure was for me. And now comes the best part. Since your soul desire was to become a cuckold, I think you should prove to me that you still do respect, and love me by licking my lover’s cock, and my pussy nice and clean so that he can fuck me again. You don’t mind if my husband licks you clean, do you Darrel?” “Not at all. I’ve always suspected he was a closet fag anyway.” “Well, he will be out of the closet once all of his friends fuck me, won’t he.” Warren’s groan like a muffled Sperm Whale’s spawning song as he heard them laughing at him for getting exactly what he had set out to become, a true cuckold. Their laughter followed him into the break of dawn as Warren was made to crawl around on all fours licking, and groveling, and in general doing whatever they deemed that he should do. And for the life of him, he would never be able to figure out why he loved every bit of it.